Third Person POV
Italy walked in that day, he had seemingly forgotten about everything that day. England walked up to him with a visible Canada behind him. America was nowhere in sight.
"Hello Italy, how are you today?" Italy looked up at him and smiled, "I'm doing great~! E tu?" England was confused, but soon connected his little known Italian to a possible conclusion.
"Ah yes, I'm doing fine myself!" England's face turned a bit red from embarrassment caused by his hesitation. "Italy, I have a favor to ask of you." Italy tilted his head, "Yeah?"
England crossed his arms, "C-Could you teach me?" Italy didn't ask what at that time, he was to excited that someone wanted to learn his skills.
"Sí! Sí!" Italy hugged him, England stepped back in slight shock. Italy's hugs were just so random to him. England followed Italy to the kitchen, with a few tips and tricks from him he became an alright cook. Not a great one but not a horrible one either.
Italy allowed England to make a dish for a customer, the pressure was on. He had almost let it come for to long but luckily Italy was there to remind him. England served an almost perfectly cooked hawaiian pizza. Cuba, the customer, thanked England and paid him.
“Thank you Italy, for the help.” Italy giggled, he had no problem helping out a friend. England blushed a bit at the Italian's childish giggle. Italy continued prancing about the kitchen, getting everything ready for the lunch rush was no easy job. The lunch rush ad started and Italy was having a hard time cooking and waiting table simultaneously.
Japan was headed back towards the kitchen when, CRASH, Italy fell onto him via push by a customer. Italy covered his face as he sneezed, he quickly looked down at Japan,
“Mi dispiace, il Giappone!” Japan sighed and sat up by moving Italy off of him, h gave a small smile at Italy. “It’s okay Italy, you seem sick though. Why don’t you go lie down.”
Italy shook his head frantically, “No, non posso! C'è ancora lavoro!” Japan tilted his head at Italy’s frantic italian. “Non posso! No! Non posso!” Germany walked out from his office, “I agree with Japan, you shouldn’t overwork yourself. Go lie down.”
Italy continued his frantic Italian. He was dragged into the break room. America came in, "It's alright dudes! I'll take care of him!" Japan shook his head and looked at America with a slight glare.
"I'll take care of him America." Japan somewhat growled. America quickly shot back with, "No I got him." England walked in and crossed his arms. "I can take care of him." Germany was leaning against the wall.
"I can take care if him." Italy was starting to drift off to sleep but America woke him up. "Dude, who do you want to take care of you." Italy mumbled, "R-Romano…" America sighed and asked Romano to come over. He came over in 0.0001 seconds.
"Fr-Fratello! Are you okay?! Who hurt you?! Was it one of these bastards?!" Italy pulled Romano into bed with him. Romano sighed and rubbed Italy's back. "It'll be okay Fratello."
Italy cuddled Romano, in brotherly love. America gave a small 'awe' while looking at the two. Germany sighed, "Alright everyone back to work." They all left.
"I'm back~!"
The voice belonged to Russia. Quickly Russia came into the break room, in there Italy was holding on tightly to Romano and silently crying. "They couldn't find any evidence so I was proven not guilty! Isn't that nice, da?"
Russia came and sat on the end of Italy's bed. Italy pretended he was sleeping, he was slightly shaking. Russia started tugging on Italy, attempting to pull him from Romano.
"Hm? Give him here!" Romano held as tightly as he could on Italy. Russia was trying his hardest to pull Italy away, and he ended up doing it.
"PUT HIM THE FUCK DOWN!!" Romano screamed at Russia, tears forming in his eyes. Russia smiled sadistically as a purple aura formed around him.
Romano was terrified and furious, never a good mix. Romano tackled Russia to the ground and started viciously attacking him. Germany came in and pulled Romano off.
Russia ran at them both still holding Italy who was sobbing. Italy tried to push himself from Russia. Romano and Germany pushed Russia to the ground, which made Russia let go of the Italian. Italy landed face first as he was let go.
His face was oozing blood, his tears was a mix of tears and blood. Russia stood up he wiped off his coat. "Now I'm mad~..." Italy tugged on Russia's coat. He faintly said, "Stop… Please…"
Russia looked down at Italy and kicked him back down. Italy whimpered as he hit the floor. "Pl-Please Russia. I'll do anything… Just don't hurt them."
Russia tugged Italy up by his hair. "Alright, da. Become one with me." Germany looked shocked. He couldn't let Italy be taken away so soon.
"... Alright Russia. I'll become one with you." Italy had mumbled this softly. Extremely softly. Russia kissed him roughly. "Good, da." Germany took Italy from Russia. "No. Italien… No! I won't let him take you!"
Italy wiped his face, blood was still pouring out of it.
Italy's POV
Germany… Romano… Please help me. Russia took my hand, Germany took me back. The cycle continued for endless minutes. Japan came in backing away from America.
"No America, you aren't allowed to help me in the kit- ITALY ARE YOU OKAY?!?" Japan ran to take me away from both. He began wiping my face.
He was so worried… Haha.
I cuddled up to his chest. "It's so cozy…" I mumbled. His face lit up bright red, it was kind of a comfort.
Russia sighed and his smile turned into a frown. “I’ll get to work now, da…” Russia walked out of the room. I know that Germany wants to fire him, but why won’t he?
“R-Romano…” I mumbled. I pushed away from Japan and stumbled over to Romano, I fell onto him and blacked out. However, before I did, I felt Russia's cold hands take me away.
