WWIII has started. All of the nations must come up with a decision on who will fight... Because if all of the nations were to die in war then the world would be in havoc. So everyone agreed on drawing straws. However who was picked would shock you...
Italy couldn't think clearly, his gaze always drifted out towards a window as he pondered what it would be like, being a soldier. Even though it would become clear tomorrow, Italy couldn't help but fret over the idea of going to war against some of his own people. Some of everyone's people...
The whole loyalist and rebels thing was puzzling to the young Italian, but he did know one thing, that a lot of people were going to die. He couldn't wave a white flag and surrender, it was his job to fight and there was nothing he could do about it, nobody would help him.
"Italy," a voice with a thick German accent interrupted the Italian's thoughts.
"Ve?"
"Since you leave tomorrow," he paused, he hands fiddling with something the Italian couldn't see, "I got you this," Germany finished, finally showing what was in his fingertips.
Italy's eyes widened at the sigh of it, it was a silver locket, to others the token might seem small or unimportant, but to Italy, it meant so much more. The silvery color gleamed in the light that filtered through the sheer curtains. On the inside was a small photograph.
The photograph had shown Germany, Italy, and Japan all together.
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Italy's eyes grew glossy with tears before he turned to his German companion. "Grazi!" (Thank you!) The Italian exclaimed before wrapping Germany in a tight embrace.
"Ti amo~ Germany," Italy murmured. (I love you, Germany)
The German gave a sad smile, and returned the embrace.
