Hetalia

Italy's gone wild

A fanfiction

M: So…this is my first fanfic. Please do not laugh at or ridicule me enough to break my heart. Also, please excuse me if I used their country names instead of their real names.

Chapter One: Goodbye, Wurst

"Alright Italy, we've practiced this a million times. Try again," Germany said. It was about eight thirty on a Monday morning and Germany was teaching Italy how to throw a hand grenade…again.

"Aye, aye, cap'n!" Italy said with a salute. He manages to remove the pin successfully without throwing it and immediately gets rid of the hand grenade. Unfortunately it lands under Germany's feet.

Germany grabs a clipboard and started taking notes. "Better, Italy," he said. He suddenly looked up from writing and looks around. "But where did it go?"

"Um…c-captain?"

And you can just imagine what happened after.

A few days later, Italy is outside a hospital room, sitting on a bench. Japan comes from inside the room and sits next to him.

"How is he, Japan?" Italy asked.

Japan frowned slightly. "Well, I can't say he's alright because he's wrecked, but…" His voice trailed off.

Italy decided to cut him off. "Is he still mad? I said I was sorry."

"He was saying something but I couldn't understand him because of his full body cast."

Italy looked up at Japan and said, "So…does that mean he could train me again tomorrow?"

Japan tried to avoid Italy's gaze. He didn't know how to tell Italy that he needed to find a new teacher. If not because of his injury, Germany would probably be furious at Italy for his epic failure. Poor useless Italy…

"Italy, I think you should find another person to train you for a couple of days," he finally manages to say.

"But Germany…"

"Germany needs rest. Go find someone else, okay?"

Italy looked down, then bolted up again. "Will you teach me, Japan?" he asked hopefully.

Japan struggled to find an excuse. "Uh…I would, but I, um, can't because…I-I have…things to do. Bye," he says before dashing off. He wouldn't want to be in the place of Germany. I don't think anyone would have.

So Italy was alone again. Disappointed, he heads home and tries to seek advice from his brother, Romano. But knowing him, he wouldn't help much.

"Ha! So the potato freak is in the hospital!" Romano exclaims in delight after Italy tells him the story. "My hard work paid off after all."

"Um…actually, it was my fault," Italy protests.

"Whatever," Romano says, ignoring Italy. "This is great!"

"No, it's not! Now no one is going to train me!"

Romano sighs and decides to tell Italy what he really thought. "Look, I think it's for the best that you stop hanging out with that guy so he can stop inflicting German influences on you. Now we can get rid of all the wurst in the fridge and put more tomatoes and pasta in," he says trying to make it sound more pleasing in Italy's point of view.

The thought of pasta did make Italy drool in his mind, but today, pasta wasn't the most important thing in the world, which was shocking. "We can't get rid of the wurst!"

Romano ignored him. "Too bad. It's going in the dump."

He took out all the wurst he could find in their refrigerator while Italy is at his feet, begging him not to carry out his insane plan.

But it was too late.