Hiya! Um Kagaya here, this idea has been in my head for the longest, and I finally got around to writing it! I hope you like Priest!Italy and Nazi!Germany.

Please enjoy my twisting of history!

Italy's POV

I woke to the rays of the sun spilling in my bedroom window, it was really warm. Unusually, I went to sleep in my own bed, instead of Germany's. I'm not sure why, but I feel worried, probably because of my dream, it was very vivid, and I couldn't possibly forget it.

I was making pasta in the kitchen for Germany, and just as I finished the plate and poured the sauce on it, I heard Germany screaming.

"Italy! Help me!" he yelled from outside my house.

Huh? Me? Help him? How? Wha-what was I supposed to do?

I ran outside to see Germany being dragged away by big burly men. I spotted a swastika armband on one of their arms? Were they…Nazis? Why were they taking Germany away! Germany wasn't just letting them drag him away, he was thrashing wildly. He almost got away!

But they pulled out a tazer and shocked Germany.

I saw him go limp and they dragged him away. All I could do is cry and watch helplessly. Tears were streaming down my face, while my hand clutched my chest.

"Germany! Germany! Come back!" I screamed, then I ran to him and his captors and caught up. I tried to hinder them somehow, someway.

I flipped my head back in forth, wondering what I could do. I grabbed one the man's armband, tugging on it, "Please don't take Germany away!" I think I tugged too hard, because the swastika armband tore right down the middle. I quickly looked up to him, wanting to apologize, and on instinct took out a

white flag.

He did not look happy, and reached out a gloved hand and hovered it over my neck. I winced, awaiting my fate, and waved the white flag. He didn't choke or strangle me, but snatched the iron German cross necklace from off my neck.

"Ein Auge für Auge und. (An eye for an eye.)" He muttered.

My eyes widened, now I knew they were German, but why were they attacking Germany? No wait, I need to get that back "W-wait! Don't take that it was a gift from Germany! It's really precious to me!"

I closed my eyes, and beat my fists on his chest as hard as I could, my white flag waving with them. I stopped when I felt something on my face, and opened my eyes, and when I did I couldn't believe what I saw.

There was blood all over my face, I noticed my white flag, it had transformed somehow, into a huge white axe, but it wasn't heavy. The man in front of me was impaled, by the white axe, no,by…me.

I let go, and the mysterious German captor fell to the floor, releasing his grip on my necklace. I stared at my deed. What have I done? I retrieved my cross with shaky hands, trying not to touch the once breathing human who was now a corpse on the ground. I flipped my head back and forth looking for any sight of Germany and the other kidnapper. But both of them were gone, all that was left was Germany's cross necklace, that I found reflecting the light of the sun.

It was a lengthy dream, but it seemed all too real, too lucid, and scary. I couldn't shake the feeling, I knew one thing, the dream must be an omen, something was going to happen. I've never had a dream like this. Ever.

I picked up the phone next to my bed, and called Germany, to comfort myself, just to confirm that Germany was fine, and the dream meant nothing.

Germany picked up immediately, "Hello?"

"Ve! Germany! Germany! You're okay!" I wailed into the phone.

I heard him sigh over the phone, "Of course I'm okay… why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, I had a dream that I was making pasta, and then you screamed for help, and big burly guys took you away, and I tore the swastika armband, I tried to get it back, but then my white flag transformed, and I—" my voice got caught in my throat, and I started to stutter, "M-murdered someone."

Germany was quiet for a moment, "Italy, it was just a dream, none of that has happened nor will it happen."

"B-b-but!" I started.

"Feliciano, listen, you know that I wouldn't leave you, and even if I did, we'd always be connected, as long as you have on that necklace."

I held the cross between my index finger and thumb. " Ve~ you're right Germany, I had no reason to worry!" I giggled a bit.

"Don't forget we have training tod—Augh!"

I heard a clang, indicating the phone had been dropped. There was rustling coming from my end, following a string of curses from Germany. There were now two other voices in the room now, two of which I didn't recognize. I tried and listened intently to the conversation that followed.

"Are you Ludwig Beilschmidt?" A voice said.

"So what if I am?" Germany answered.

"You have been chosen by Fuhrer to be General of the upcoming second World War, as well as his personal bodyguard."

"I've been chosen by the Fuhrer himself?"

"Yes."

"What if I refuse?"

"Italy will be killed."

I put my hand over my mouth, trying to stifle my scream of pure terror. Me k-killed why? Oh Germany, please don't let me be killed.

"You can't do that Italy is an ally!" Germany protested.

"Italy is what you call… expendable, he is of no use to us as of now, if you refuse we will kill him immediately." The German soldier's voice said dripping with hate.

"Fine I'll go, but you better not even touch Feliciano, or you will regret ever speaking his name." Germany sounded almost murderous.

"Wise choice, but there's one thing I'll have to do."

I heard footsteps, then a loud electrifying sound, Germany screaming in pain, then a dull thud.

I started hyperventilating, is Germany okay? What happened? My string of questions ended as I heard footsteps again. The telephone was being picked up.

"Good-bye Feliciano Vargas." The German soldier said into the phone. Then he hung up.

My dream… it was coming true.

Well, that's the prolugue! There's more to come! I promise!