But most importantly, he's received a letter... from Italy.
Hello Germany,
How are things? Everything is weird here. They don't serve good food like you do, Germany. They call me a special snowflake and make me do a bunch of pushups. I don't feel like a very special snowflake. They sound angry when they say that... Am I a bad snowflake? Vee, I miss pasta. I miss you Germany. I have to go now, we're doing something called drills.
Germany almost smiled and probably would've if he hadn't known the fate that awaited his Italian friend.
With Italy
Italy had just finished writing the letter when someone walked in.
"Ve~ Hello sir!"
"What do you think you're doing? Get your ass out there and train!"
Italy cowered away slightly.
"What?! Scared little snowflake? Get out!" He spit at the Italian, and Italy decided to just leave.
Upon stepping outside, he saw people in rows, assuming that's where he was supposed to go, he got on the last end.
"Why do we fight?!" The sergeant yelled.
"To win!" The troops would bellow in return, Italy attempting to make his weak voice loud enough.
"What are you training for?!"
"To win!"
A short silence filled the atmosphere as the sergeant gave glares, gazing at the people in rows. Italy, feeling a bit threatened, glanced at his dusty boots. Within a moment, his superior was right in front of him, glaring down.
"You!"
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Off to War (Hetalia Fanfic)
FanfictionWWIII 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...
