Uh... Hi. I know I kinda disappeared and I apologize for that, I honestly kinda forgot about this story but recently, I've been getting a lot of comments asking about it so I wrote this up. Sorry if it's kinda poorly written, I have the flu right now.
Also, no disrespect to soldiers! I've just heard that boot camp is brutal.
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!"
"Yes Sir?"
"Wipe that damn smile off your face, asshole."
"Oh, but-"
"Did you just talk back to me?!" He yelled, Italy resisted the urge to defend himself, considering the consequences, "state you name!"
"Ita-V-Vargas!" Italy hoped he was correct in the assumption that they go by last names.
"Drop and give me 20 Vargas!"
The Italian complied meekly, doing as he was told; despite his lacking in physical strength.
His arms trembled after eleven pushups and by fourteen he was struggling.
"Pick up the pace! Let's go! Let's go, Vargas!" After that, he turned to everyone in lines, "let him be an example to you! You do not disrespect nor do you disregard! If you pay attention and take everything seriously, we won't have a problem!"
Finally Italy finished the pushups, arms feeling like jelly.
"Okay!" The sergeant yelled, "20 Laps around the field! Go! Go! Go!"
Italy willed himself forward sluggishly, already a little tired.
"Pick up the pace Vargas!"
Italy nodded weakly and pushed himself forward.
With Germany
The blonde sighed, staring at the ceiling, every now and again, there would be a gentle knock on the door but the German never got up or bothered answering. Half of the time he never ate. All of the other nations had eventually started to find ways to cope and the German silently hated them for it.
Another knock sounded on the door. Germany groaned, what the heck could be so important? After a few moments of sulking, Germany turned on his side, directing his gaze towards the window.
"Ah!" He yelped, eyes widening.
He was greeted by the angry stare of his Japanese friend.
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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...
