Hetalia: Rise of Capitals

Chapter 2: It's Just a Dream

"Move! Move! Move!" a German Lieutenant shouted to his soldiers.  Rain poured down as thunder sounded, it was storming.  The trenches was starting to flood as a few Italian soldiers was hiding in them.  The youngest soldier, Inezia, held his gun close to his chest in fear of a German finding him.  This was a war between Italy and Germany, long before the two had became allies and friends.

He felt alone but yet he wasn't other troops was around the area too.  A soldier stood on each side of Inezia, both about thirty feet away from the young Italian.  German troops walked along the trenches, looking in them to find any Italian soldiers.  Venice used mud to cover himself and blend in with the wall of the trenches.  The soldiers on each side of Venice was spotted and shot on the spot.

Each gunshot made the young Italian jump, his breathing getting heavy as the smell of blood mixed with the smell of mud.  It was revolting to him and he wanted to run.  A tall blonde German stepped up, his hair was slicked back with bright sapphire blue eyes that shined through the darkness of the storm.  "Did du kill all zhe Italiens?" the German asked; he had the serious type of tone.

"Yes sir.  We killed all zhe ones zhat we couldn't find." replied the first troop.  The second troop shook his head, "But I feel we still left a few of zhe Italiens out zhere, like zhey was cloaked or luckily ran away."  The tall blonde German groaned as he looked down into the trench.  That troop was right, maybe he should bring the canines to sniff out the rest of the Italian troops out.  The sight of the German was making the young Italian very nervous.

Inezia slowly moved along the wall of the trench to keep unnoticed.  Suddenly the young Italian hit a rock and falls into the water, the mud washing off as he jerked up for air.  The splash of his fall and from him coming back up for air caught the German's attention.  "Get ze Italien!!" the tall blonde German shouted.  The first troop pulled his gun up as he shot at the young Italian as the other jumped into the trench after Inezia.

The young Italian jumped from the sound of the gunshot which luckily saved him from the bullet.  Inezia turned and quickly tries to move his way down the flooded trench when that one German surfaced and started to chase after him.  The blonde German ran along the trenches as he knew where an up way was out of the trenches.  The young Italian was clueless of the blonde German waiting for him at the end.  Inezia took his gun and takes a blind fire over his shoulder and luckily kills the German soldier who was chasing him.

He didn't look back to make sure he was even dead, reaching to the incline and climbs out of the trench. The young Italian crawled onto the ground and huffs lightly, the tall German cocked the gun and puts it to the boy's head. Inezia blinked a little before looking up to him, the bright blue eyes was soon accompanied by a pair of red ones. "Did du finally catch him, West?" the red eyed one asked. "Ja, he vas a difficult one but I got him." the blue eyed one mumbled to the other.

"Haha! Du had problems vith zhis little shrimp?!" the shorter male laughed. The young Italian stared at him to try and make out his appearance, he was short with white hair. "Du need to be quiet. Since du think du can handle him, du can escort him back to zhe base." the taller on removed the gun before walking away. "Vait! Vhat?!" he shouted as he watched the blonde walk away, "Bah, fick dich."

The white haired male looked down at the young Italian, "Alright shrimp, get up and lets move out." The boy just stared up at him as he didn't budge, his eyes glowing in the darkness as it was easy to see his personality now was cold. "Hey! Don't give me zhat look!!" the other scowled at him. Inezia never changed his expression as he slowly stood up, pulling his flag out colored to be the Italian flag. "He... Vhy zhat not a vhite flag?" the male asked as the look was now concerning him.

The young Italian held the flag midways at the top and holds the bottom, "Unlike boss... I will not give up!" He then quickly unsheathed the sword hidden in his flas as he lunged at the other. The white haired male just laughed as he jumped out of the way, "Du dare challenge the great and awesome Prussia?" The male then pulled out his own sword and block his attack, "I like du kid. Du have guts but du can't beat me, Gilbert is too awesome for zhat!" The Italian growled as he was now pressing his blade against the Prussian's to push him back but the other was pushing back as well, "Awesomeness has nothing to do with winning a fight or war but only to make you vulnerable, making you an easy target to defeat and conquer!"

"I vill not be defeated by someone like du! Du vill become property of Prussia, little city!" he scowled as he the thrusted harshly and knocks the Italian back. The boy gasped as he lost his balance and falls back, making haste to quickly get back up and swing right at the Prussian. The male swung his sword and deflects the boy's then kicks him in the gut, a grunt leaving the boy and quickly upper cuts him. Gilbert's eyes widened as he took the hit, the force actually lifting him up and knocking him back. Inezia huffed from the pain in his gut then jumps for the male, the Prussian groaned then looked up to notice him and quickly holds out his sword.

An unfamiliar sound and feeling came to the young Italian as he stopped what he was doing, his body started to tremble as tears began to dwell in his eyes. The Prussian had his eyes closed until he felt another liquid run onto his hand, blinking a bit he then looked to notice it was blood. The Italian's sword soon fell to the ground as he looked down at Gilbert,m the red eyes meeting with the heterochromic ones. "I... I-I wasn't..." the boy stuttered but couldn't even finish his sentence. The male was in shock as he really did beat the buy but not how it was meant to be done, "Mein Gott... West is going to kill me..."

Inezia soon grinned as he stood up straight, the handle of the sword leaving the Prussian's hand. Gilbert got up as he looked over to the young Italian, that grin really threw him off set. The boy wobbled a bit before passing out, the male caught the boy and slowly lays him down. His crimson eyes examined him before he pulled the sword out of his body, taking some bandages out from one of his pockets and bandages him up.

Gilbert got up and lifted the Italian up as well, frowning a bit as he examined him. "I never meant for zhis to happen... West is surely going to kill me." the Prussian mumbled to himself quietly while he carried the other back to base. Two teens heard the male approach the base and both of them peaked out of their tent they was in to look. A set of sapphire and ice blue eyes set upon the Prussian and young Italian as they went by the tent. Gilbert to Inezia to the infirmary to be took care of, the two teens came out of their tent and walked over to the infirmary when the male had left. The two was curious of who he brought, they made their way to the bed and soon looked upon the young Italian.