le imaginary frog: Why do you keep writing new stories?

Me: I can't help it! If I don't write this, I won't be able to focus on my other stories! ε-(´・｀) ﾌｰ

IF: -sigh- I hope you won't procrastinate with this one too

Me: Oh hush. Anyway, this idea's been poking at my "Author" portion of my brain and I couldn't focus

IF: Please enjoy and forgive her for her stupidity.

Me: Hey!

"Italy! 2 laps around! Go!" Germany yelled, her blue eyes watching the young Italian limping and trying to catch up. Her auburn pony tail bouncing as she wheezed trying to catch up to the blonde.

"C-can't we take a break?" Italy huffed, almost begging from exhaustion.

"Nein! You can have a break after the laps!" Italy whined but kept her slow pace. Japan watched from afar, preparing their picnic for when they took a break.

Italy kept going but a small sound found her ears. She looked ahead to see a little cat. She beamed and sprinted ahead of the surprised German. That girl was motivated by the strangest things…although she mostly runs when she thinks England is after her.

"NEKO-CHAAAAAAAAAN~!" The cat caught sight of the beaming girl headed right for it. It took off running into the forest, obviously startled by the country.

"Ah! MATTE!"

"ITALY!" Germany yelled for her to stop but she already took off for the feline. She sighed and ran a hand through her short blonde hair. Best to go after her before she gets hurt.

"Japan, put lunch off for now. We need to get Italy before she does something to hurt herself…Again." The Asian nodded and both walked into the thick forest to look for their ally.

"Neko-chan? Where'd you go?" Italy looked left and right searching for the cute little kitty. Germany might be mad that she didn't finish training but she was focused on finding the furry creature.

"Nya?" She looked over to see the mocha fur of said cat, looking as precious as can be. Italy smiled wide and knelt down to the kitty. She picked up the little animal, rubbed her cheek against its soft fur, breathing small 've's in delight. Until she heard a familiar American voice.

"Hahahaha! We totally got ya' now!" From the bushes, America jumped out, her shoulder length wavy blonde hair shining and her eyes gleaming with pride. Her bomber jacket oversized but her short showed her flat stomach and shorts revealing an expanse of skin that stopped at her combat boots.

You git! You just gave us away!" England followed suit as did the other allies. Russia was smiling as usual and China going on about how they should listen to her since she's the eldest. France was examining her nails. While America and England were arguing, Italy took off.

"AH! GERMANY! HELP MEEEE!" The allies looked dumbstruck at her sudden escape. It's pretty much impossible to try and catch up with a fleeing Italian so England chastised her former colony for giving away their spot instead.

Italy kept running, the kitty still in her arms. She couldn't stop and was screaming for her German friend to help save her from England. Her panicked legs brought her to a large grassy clearing far in the forest. In the center was a small well and it was coming closer into the Italian's view. She had to stop! But her legs wouldn't respond! She started to panic.

"Ve! S-stop running! Ve! Germany! Help! Germa-!" Before she could yell her ally's name again, she fell straight into the old well, plummeting into the dark, cold structure. The Italian cried.

"VEEEE! I didn't even get to eat my pasta for lunch!"

Meanwhile…

The world meeting had ended and the only countries remaining were the former allies and axis powers. America was busy bugging his favorite brit as well as France while said brit proceeded to call them 'gits' and 'wankers' and such. Italy was talking about how he and Germany should try a new restaurant that opened in his country while Prussia was annoying his little brother and Romano was calling them 'potato bastards'. China was busy trying to ignore the tall Russian harassing him.

"China, Моя доставка, would you like to become one with me, da?"

"Aiyah!"

"You bloody frog, stop touching me! And you git, stop stuffing you face! I was talking with you!"

"West, we should go get a beer later, ne? We can bring Ita-chan too!"

"Ve~ Grazie, I'd love to."

"Dammit, potato bastard! Stay away from my idiot brother!"

The door cracked opened to reveal Japan, carrying an old globe and setting it at a small stage like area at the head of the table. Italy walked over and stared at the globe.

"Japan, where'd ya' get this?"

"Ah, I was going through the storage to help clean up a bit and found this. I thought it seemed interesting…" This got the attention of the others.

"I wonder how long it's been in there, aru." The eldest of the bunch examined the normal looking globe.

The countries looked at the globe, feeling something…off about it for some reason. It was old, dust collecting on the axis and the countries and oceans were a faded brown like an old map while the writing was like calligraphy. It was when it started spinning at an alarming rate did they back up in case it was some kind of weapon. A puff of smoke poofed above it and a person fell to the ground in a fetal position. The countries looked up from their cover, seeing a hunched over girl. She had auburn hair tied back in a ponytail and a single curl sticking out and wore beige military uniform with shorts and black stockings.

"It's a girl! Italy piped up and the others got up, feeling slightly relieved. The girl looked up with big amber eyes, a kitten in her arms. Everyone was in a shock except a certain Italian.

"Ve, ciao~" Italy greeted but the girl seemed very scared when she yelled something that startled all of them.

"VEE! GERMANY! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

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"Italy! Where are you?" Germany called out for the little Italian but no response. Grey, puffed up clouds began to roll in and Germany was starting to worry about where the little Italian was in the forest.

"Italy-chan!" Japan called out as well. Both of them were very worried at this point. She would have come back crying by now and begging for pasta or hugging the German woman while crying her eyes out.

What if the allies got to her? The blonde thought in worry. She shook her head and kept going, her blue eyes determined to her friend.

"Italy, you dummkopf, please be safe..."

Me: So, how was it? First chapters are always edgy but they get better along the way...I hope that's my concept too

Italy: Ve~ Don't worry, bella. I'm sure they like it so far

Fem!Italy: Yeah~

Me: -sigh- Please review, my little tadpoles. IT would bring me much happiness as a trying author p(*＾-＾*)q