It was a week before Christmas and Ludwig, who just got back from saving Italy from the allies, yet again was not in a pleasant mood. The Germans were loosing the war and he had to make new battle tactics, as one last stand before it was to late. It took him many months to organize the plans but, after much work they were completed. He took a breath and looked at the papers spread across his desk, the last thing he had to do was to send them to his boss for approval. Not even a minute passed until the noisy Italian burst into his room breaking his consecration.
"Vehh~ Doitsu! Doitsu, I made a you some pasta!"
As the young Italian sauntered across the room he tripped on one of the combat boots. As if it were in slow motion the two watched the plate rich with sauce come crashing down an the newly finished plans. This was to much for Germany. Calling him ballistic was an under statement.
"ITALY YOU IDIOT DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO MAKE THOSE!" Germany started yelling. " YOU ARE THE MOST USLESS MEMBER OF THE AXIS! ALL YOU DO IS GET COUGHT AND USE UP VALUABLE RESOURCES AND MONEY! SOMETIMES I WISH WE NEVER BECAME FRIENDS! I WISH I NEVER BECAME YOUR ALLE! I WISH I NEVER MET YOU AND MOST OF ALL I WISH YOU NEVER EXISTED!"
The german finished his rant at the now crying italian.
"D-doitsu?" Italy tried but, to have a door slammed in his face. Italy waited a minute before lightly knocking on the door. "Doitsu... do you mean it."
"Ja." Was the short reply he got after a few second later.
Then the Italian completely broke down. He turned on his heels and bolted down the hallway, out the door, and into the harsh winter weather. The icy snow and wind bit and stung his skin as he ran away from his house, his life and most of all the one he loved. The harsh words still rung out in his ears, each time it broke his heart even more. He lost track of time and collapsed on the ground exhausted from the running, crying, and cold. He could not feel his fingers or his toes, and his jaw was chattering.
"At least with me gone Doitsu can finally be happy." was the last thing the Italian said before succumbing to the overwhelming blackness and went unconscious.
