Country Stories presents: Chaos (LEGACY)

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Italy was finishing cooking and he just needed to spice it up, among all the selections he had, he had to choose one...he put out the fire, thus the sauce was not going to burn while he decided; Now, which one? Which one? His thoughts were interrupted by Portugal breaking into the kitchen

Portugal: You've been here half an hour and I'm dying of hunger, I'll start eating Mozzarella, thank you very much—he said as he took a ball of said cheese and began eating it—How much longer will it take?

Italy: I only have to add the spices...but I can't decide, which ones you like?

Portugal: The mixture of oregano. Now?

Italy: Thanks-He resumed the preparation-It will be ready in a few minutes

Portugal: I know you hate to tell me why the brave boy became the indecisive dressmaker, but... Could you at least tell me more adventures of the brave boy?

Italy: I already told you that I don't like those names...but I think that I could tell you that

Portugal: Good! And what story do you have for your dear older brother?

Italy: Well...today I have the courage to tell you about my role in the Great War

Portugal: Go ahead! I will help you serve the dishes

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Italy blinked, realized where he was and only had something to say. What the hell did he do now?! It was too early to die. He was just 17 years old and a few decades of unification! He was 17 years old and was walking through an alpine ravine full of snow trying to find a rare bicolor eye guy! Well...of course he had his reasons, besides...

1 year ago...

France placed a map on the table, the eyes of Italy lit up, drawn with a red marker there were lines that contemplated the Trentino and Venezia-Giulia as his territories...he had no idea how she had found out that he wanted that but...well, she was right.

France: Italie, I am promising you this not only as a potential ally, but as your big sister; please help us with this

Italy: I-I do not know, because you know I'm part of the Triple Alliance and I have to be with them...defensively

France: But your dear allies attacked first. Do not you think that frees you from your responsibility?

Italy: W-Well...there's some truth in that but...

France: Take your time to think about it, the offer will not change

Back to 1915...

Why had he said yes?! Why did he have to go to London?! Why did he have to say something about the war in the first place ?!

Italy: Okay, do not look down, do not look down...it is very possible that he is in Eastern Europe facing Russia, besides, Austria knows that he owes me, he knows that what he took does not correspond him and I am happy to know that now I am going to claim it...I just need...to take out whatever he has in the Isonzo...

The moment he reached the valley, his expression was frustrated. What the hell was he doing here and not in Russia?

AusHun: Ah, look, Italien! Surprised to see us?

Italy: Y-You could say yes

AusHun: The truth is that we thought that going to Russland immediately would be the best option, but we saw you murmur something about our regions and we were curious...you were not thinking about taking them, or were you?

Italy: W-Well...no, I do not have to hide anything. Of course I was thinking about it! If they were always reserved for me! It does not make any sense for you to keep them!

AusHun: Unfortunately you did not unify in time, and we felt so sorry for those poor regions that we took them

Italy: You and who else? "We, us" I know you're not normal but...

AusHun: -He sighed -Teens, you can never have a serious conversation with them, anyways, we've already spent a lot of time talking. Typical of romances!

Italy: I'm sorry

AusHun: Stop apologizing and run for your life

Italy: I am the one who should say that!

This is how the action began, AusHun disappeared from the view of Italy to climb and have a high position...and this is where the brave child comes into action; He did not want to think about it for a second and he launched himself directly towards him, AusHun definitely had to have smiled, the poor boy now had become an extremely easy target, he was not going to miss something like that.

Italy kept moving forward, he knew the valley, he could not fail...or that was what he thought, AusHun knew how to defend himself and Italy had forgotten the importance of a bombing...but that was no excuse to stop, it would be difficult, but he was going to win.

He spent a day under the rain of fire, Italy needed to take a break, he barricaded himself to sleep a bit until he was awakened by a voice

???: You really suck at this

Italy: What, who? —He was startled to see a face so close to him, but he could breathe again once he recognized that face—V-Veneto!

Veneto: Your war noise bothered me a lot and I decided to come to ask you for silence...then I saw that you were having a hard time and I wanted to keep you company

Italy: Is that all?

Veneto: No, I also want to lend you a hand, so this ends quickly and I'll be able to sleep at once

Italy: Thank you very much

Veneto: Try to sleep a little

And so he did, the next day they decided to go with everything for him, this time Italy had prepared mentally and had the help of Veneto, it was a sure victory. Let's focus on the person who got into this in the first place.

With the help received and a cool head, things were much easier for Italy; the simplest objective, to take a village, did not give him many problems...then he decided to wait until his bombing ended to realize that the strange dude knew how to resist very well and that he was in the crosshairs again. So many of his offensive attempts failed, "Curse the day you started, Austria-Hungary," his rancor gradually accumulated to a point that...

... On July 7, after his most frustrating meeting two days ago, when his most organized plan had been stopped and the mistake of nature had directed that grimace imitating a smile...enough, this time I was going to go with everything He did not hesitate or thought for a second more, he began to move towards the fences that protected AusHun, alerting the latter, who received him with another rain of fire, Italy was not going to retreat, he was going to get what he was finally entitled to...Then noon came, Italy called for a ceasefire and was dedicated to forget everything when...

AusHun: Surrendering so fast, Alpine child?

And that spark in him went on once more

Italy: To you? Please! I wanted to forget about this but you won it, you are going to give me what belongs to me, want it or not

AusHun: We'll see, little traitor

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Portugal: Wow ... you did get into trouble

Italy: I know, I already know

Portugal: Well, someday it will be my turn to tell you what happened to me. Deal?

Italy: I guess, it would be fair

Portugal: Well said, alpine child!

Italy: WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH THOSE NAMES ?!

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