World War 3

Sneak Peak part 2

Yes yes I know I should probably get the story going, however I'm pulling an all nighter for y'all so please be great full
Anyways, the scene is when every country in the field are fighting with one another except Italy...how does he respond to the situation?
Btw, it's a draft, not the real one..
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Screaming and yelling was heard from everywhere to where Italy was. Countries fighting in their uniforms right and left.
Their soccer uniform!
They destroyed the meaning to a good game and disgraced the term 'game'.

Italy's eyes lowered in disappointment, and lips quivered from the tears he held back. Punches were thrown, kicks were kicked, the fighting grew louder and louder, but he didn't care. His heart was already heavy enough than his neck to look up.
This is all my fault, the saddened Italian blamed himself. If I wasn't so stupid to- "Oi! Feli!"

The bittersweet voice of his beloved brother was the only thing that could make him look up. The Southern part is the country's face looked a little bruised, but not too serious to make Italy feel horrible.
He jogged up to his distressed brother with a concerned face, "Hey Feli, are you okay?"

Italy replied with a reluctant sigh, "Why did I come up with this idea, Fratello?"
Romano was was taken back, "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I invited everyone here to play together, as friends, but I believe that idea made everything worse and look," he pointed to the crowd of anger and battling nations, "because I wanted to make them be happy, I just did the opposite, everyone's almost killing one another..."

Tears flowed down his dark amber eyes, "I just wanted the fighting to stop, for as nations we do it all the time and I hate it so much because everyone here goes through it, so I wanted this to be a stress relief day with friends..."

Romano pursed his lips in fury. How dare those fucking countries make his younger brother cry? Did they not even think about how Italy would feel about the game? Had they not known how excited he was? For he had kept saying, 'I'm so happy that everyone's coming!' and, 'I always wanted to do this, but I wasn't sure when! This will be so fun with everyone together!'

He pulled his brother and kept Italy's head to his chest and gave him a side hug. Which surprised him, for Romano would usually say, 'Oh, fucking man up,'
"R-Romano-"

"It's okay," he rubbed his crying brother's arm. And broke the hug and held his shoulders to look into both of dark eyes, "Don't ever be fucking regretful for what you wanted to do, because you just wanted everyone to have fucking fun and be shitty friends, no?"
Italy nodded, wiping tears.
"It's not your fault, and besides your damn intentions weren't bad at all. I agreed because of how bright your fucking smile was when you said your idea."

Italy cried a little harder and hugged his brother, "Ti amo, Fratello!" Romano patted his head, saying the same to him, and pulled him away with a sly grin, "Watch this," and walked to the benches to grab a silver whistle. He walked inside the middle of the battlefield and held a thumbs up to his brother, who stayed in where he was before.

Here goes fucking nothing, Romano told himself, as he inhaled deeply. His mouth met the mouthpiece and blew hard as he could, creating a high pitched, yet very loud, whistle, his face becoming red as a tomato.

The chaos from every died down slowly until the whistle had stopped. Romano breathed heavily, and crouched down a bit. The countries backed away, surrounding him.

"What the bloody hell Romano!?" angrily yelled England.
"Really!?" a country yelled from somewhere in the crowd. "Why-!?"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Romano stood straight, and fist clutched, face faint red. The countries were deathly quiet, for they had never see the Southern country so pissed off.

"SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!" He repeated, and paced around the circle he was in due to the surrounding nations.
"Did you know what you all were fucking doing? Fighting! Again! Really!? Are you guys seriously going to fight, in the fucking middle of a football field?!" he spoke in disbelief.
"Do you all know damn well why you all here!? To play soccer! With fucking whom!? Your damn allies, who you shouldn't fight with all day, that's whom.
You guys should be fucking grateful to my brother!!" He pointed to a tear stained Italy, which shocked everyone.

"Don't act so surprised, you pricks!! If it weren't for him, you all would be sitting your damn asses at home doing shit I don't even care! Italy was so happy that you all were coming that he kept on talking about how it'll bring you guys together as friends, but you fucking proved him wrong and just started fucking fighting as soon you guys saw each other's faces!!"

The nation's felt something in their chest; guilt. Some looked to their feets in shame and some looked at either Romano or his brother.  He kept on yelling, as he stayed in the middle, looking around,   
"So, what we're fucking going to do right now is to play soccer now! We already handed in our names and the groups who will go first will go first and so on! And forget that you're fucking countries and live and play normally for these three damn days!! Don't have any fucking guilt or shame now! Forget that and play, for my brother's sake of bringing you all here to have fun!"

The other nations nodded slowly and turned to the people next to them, apologizing. Italy walked towards towards to Romano wiping his tears and hugged him, smiling, "Grazie, migliore amico." Romano rolled his eyes, "Yeah whatever, bastardo."

He threw his fist in the air, which caught the nations' attention, "Alright, everyone! Let's play fucking football!!"
Cheers broke from the crowds, and a few countries went on the field, but a microphone feedback stopped them cheering and walking to the field.

"Uh, yes, about the games, we already picked out the teams," India's voice boomed from the speaker, clearly hearing Romano's speech when he stopped fighting with Pakistan, "Romano you're first,"

"FUCK!!!"