Hetalia x Reader: Bring Her Back 8

Title: Hetalia x Reader: Bring Her Back 8
Author: threepinkdoors

AN: Hai, this is threepinkdoors bringing you the eigth installment of BHB! Thank you all so much for all the favs and watches! And comments too! Again, this is probably not accurate, military wise. And as always, if you would like to defend your country, please talk to your nearest recruiter

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Italy
"Ve..." Italy sighed. Germany had acted very weird that afternoon after he chased after Russia and England. Italy was never one for reading moods, but he actually tried for once, and he didn't like what he read.

"Germany said-a to prepare for war..." Italy mused. "But he seemed-a kind of on edge... He didn't even-a tell me if I wanted to be on his-a team..."

Italy walked aimlessly through the streets of Venice. He wasn't really paying much attention to the people or the food that passed him by. "Still, Major __________ is my Bella... Germany knows that! I hope he's not-a trying to steal-a her away from me! I'm-a not that strong, but I would-a fight for my Bella!" His imagination trailed off, imagining how he would defeat all who stood between him and you, even going so far as beating Russia with his own pipe. Not a twinge of fear trickled down his spine as it had so many times before. Thinking of you gave him the strength to fight off his enemies, even if it was in his imagination.

"Well, why-a not?" Italy coached himself, leaning on the railing of a bridge. "I beat-a the Ottoman Turks when I was a little bambino! I could easily defeat even Russia!"

He leaned back and let the warm sun drench his skin. His imagination started to wander again, and it ended up in a room he did not recognize. It was a plain white room, not too big and not too small. There was a small bed in the center of the room, a dresser next to it, and a mirror with drawers on the other side. Above the bed was a large map of the world. Across the bed was a large closet and next to that was a small black bookcase filled with books of different genres. Some books were about a school of magic, others about a fight to the death between children. Some were written backwards and some were written forwards. And some contained valuable pieces of political information. On one wall was a window with long, purple velvet for curtains. Next to the window was another large poster, this one of the flags of the world, and on the other side of the window was small yellow vanity that was missing a mirror. It had a few drawers and its own stool. On the desk was a cubic box which was the bass for a pair of thin black speakers. On this box was a set of color pencils, one hundred, to be exact. In the middle of the desk was a green notebook with the words "Stories PRIVATE!!!" on the cover.

Italy looked around. The room was void of life, save for a tiny little plant in a pot on the windowsill. Everything was neat and organized "Ciao!" he called out. No answer. He walked around the room, looking for something that might tell him where he was. In one of the drawers he found a folded garden flag. It was an American flag. He peeked out the window. An American flag hung proudly from an outer wall. "Ah, so I am in America's house!" Italy concluded. He replaced the flag, satisfied with his conclusion.

"No, stop!"

Italy froze. Someone was in the house after all. He panicked, jumping around frantically. This was clearly a girl's room, and he had entered without permission. He dove into the closet and closed the doors, leaving a crack open for him to peek.

"Alfred, stop!" a girl giggled.

"Alfred?" Italy muttered under his breath. "America?"

The door to the room opened. "Quit it!" A girl entered the room. Her bag was adorned with many buttons, most of which looked like the books in the book case. But she was alone. America was no where to be seen. "I said no!" She sat at the desk and pulled out her pen, opening the notebook to a clean page. "I have to write this fanfic, let me work!"

Italy stared in confusion. The only ones in the room were he and this strange girl he did not know. There was no one else by the name of 'Alfred' anywhere near them.

"Oh? Did I make you do something you didn't like? Too bad! I need the suspense! Please let me write it!

Italy stretched his neck to see what it was she was writing. He leaned against the door, but leaned too far, and came crashing down with the door.

The girl screamed. "Who-who are you?!" she exclaimed, stepping away from Italy. Italy tempted a peek at the poor girl. A horrible feeling hit the pit of his stomach.

He knew this girl. It was you.