"What, oh! No, no! I'm fine." He smiled. "I have some things to do later, so I'm going to be out for a while ok?" He had something big planned for Germany, but he wanted to leave it a secret.

"Okay... I can live with that while I get some things together for my boss..."

Italy nodded and took his dishes to the sink. "I'll see you later than Germany!" he called as he walked out the door. He was going I so something so wonderful, Germany would love him forever.

Japan caught sight of Italy who was all dressed up in military gear, sporting a few guns and having grenades. "What are you doing?" Japan asked, looking at him oddly. "I'm going to do something productive!" He said with a smile and Japan shrugged. "Ok." He wasn't sure what Italy had planned, but he was sure the kid would get tired quickly and end up back inside.

Italy went off in search of England. Of all the countries they were against, England seemed the most like a pussy. He didn't think taking down the guy would be to hard, but it would be enough to earn Germany's respect. He wanted Germany to be as proud of him as he was of Ludwig. He found the thick eyebrowed country and waved. "Hello England!" He called, making the blind look at him funny. "Are you here to surrender?" he asked, since that was what Italy was know for. "No." The once innocent Italy whipped out a gun and shot at England, getting him in the hand. "y-you shot me?!" England yelled and growled. He couldn't believe this little punk dared. He pulled out his own weapon and got Italy in the arm.

Japan couldn't help but wonder what was going on with Italy. He really should warn Germany that the other was carrying around dangerous stuff. He went in to where Ludwig was. "I saw Italy running of property with guns. You know what he doing?" The Asian man asked, looking concerned. "He could cause danger with weapons. He have really bad aim."

Italy was beaten pretty badly and ended up passing out. England carried the smaller country to his house and tended to his wounds, then chained him up and redressed him in something more fit for a prisoner. He was pretty smug about his victory, even though Italy was a weakling. He wasn't sure what to do with him now. He'd be sure to gloat about this to anyone he could. For now he'd go make food. He didn't want his captive dying on him.

Italy woke up on the floor of a room, his ankle chained to the leg of a bed. He was dresse only in his underwear and a long, tattered white dress shirt that smelled like flowers and peaches. He blinked a few times and then saw a plate of food beside him. It looked pretty bad, but why not try it and see? He took a bite and his face contorted. "The food is terrible!!!" He whined misarably. He looked at his captor who was just now walking into the room and he smiled. "I surrender now, can I go home?" He normally don't have a problem getting out of being harmed, but this time he wasn't allowed off so easy. "You shot me you bloody bastard!" Italy laughed nervously. "I was just playing.." That excuse got him no where and he knew he was stuck in this place. "Come, get dressed. You're coming with me." Italy was forced into a suit, making him look appallingly British, and then was taken to a meeting just for the allies.

Italy couldn't believe how annoying this was. He was talked about, rudely insulted, and then sold to Russia! He wanted to object, but he couldn't. No one would believe a word he was saying. He was taken back to where Russia was staying and then brutialy tortured for information about the axis powers. He refused to tell anything and ended up a bloody mess. Eventually, after hours of pain, he snapped, changing him on the inside and making him cold, mentally scared, and void of his once child like innocence.

After nightfall, Japan became worried about the still missing Italy. "Perhaps he is still preparing your surprise." He told Ludwig and tried to convince himself that was the case as well. Deep down he knew Italy had gone and done something stupid that caused something horrible to happen to him. He only hoped the little country was still alive.

Germany was truly worried about his boyfriend. He had weapons and was gone all day. Of course, when he usually got in trouble, he called screaming for help. But he couldn't help but think he was capture. "Japan, I am truly worried about him... I don;t know what to do if he got hurt...."

Japan normally wouldn't be so nice, but he patted Germany's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. "Try to be positive." He suggested. He didn't think Germany having a nervous break down would be good for anyone. It was getting darker though, and there was no sign of Italy any where. He went back to Italy's room and got a note that was folded up on the man's bed. He couldn't read it so he handed it to Germany. It basically said this

'Dear Germany and Japan, (but mostly Germany)
I have gone out to attack England. He seems weaker than the other allies, and I think I can win this fight. I'm sure I'll be ok, and if I'm gone most of the day, don't worry. I should be back by nightfall if all goes well.
Your BFF and Germany's boyfriend,
Feliciano Vegas'

Italy was panting and wheezing, his body suffering from its poor treatment. "Woll you still not give me at least a little information? You're really brave." Italy spit at Russia. "You can suck it. I'm not saying a word to you about my friends." Russia was still smiling and sent a jolt of electricity through Italy, making him scream. "OK! OK! PLEASE, JUST STOP!!" His tears were running down his face to his neck and then down his bare chest. He hung his head when it was finally over, but he knew he'd just have to endure more later. For now Russia was called to a meeting and Italy was watched by some body guards.

The allies were debating telling the axis powers that they'd taken Italy captive. They could possibly use this weakling country as leverage. They sent Germany a letter reading.

'If you want your comrade back alive, you will surender'

Germany glared at the note. "That fool!" Germany looked at paper and sighed, "I am going to bed." He went to bed only to sleep fitfully for the entire time. When he awoke in the morning, he walked to see a letter had arrived... From the Allies. He tore it open and red the single line, before crumpling the paper. "Sheisse!" He yelled, his worst nightmare alive. "Japan!" When the Asian country came to him, he showed him the note.

Japan felt kind of sick. "They will really do it too...we can't Germany! We can't surrender the whole war. You can't let your emotions get in the way of this." He knew Germany wasn't going to listen, so he didn't know why he was bothering talking. "Should we try and bust him out?"

Italy blinked as light flooded his cell. He could hear arguing. "you do it! You're the sex addict!" That was England. "No! He looks like a child! You're the catholic one. That makes you the child melester!" That was America. "Take that back!" England again. England obviously gave up, because a few minutes of yelling later, he was dragging a naked Italy off to the shower. The country was far to weak to walk and Englad had to bathe him to clean him of all the blood and sweat, as well as other impurities. Torturing tended to make people piss themselves, particularly electrocution. He could tell this wasn't the same Italy. He was extremely silent, no complaining and no smiles. He had an empty, cold expression.

"That is the only way... If we lose though... We will be losing the war as well..." He sighed, trying to bury his emotions back down. "I just want Italy back, this war is too tiring anyways..."

Japan shook his head. "No. Italy wanted to do this do we could win. Besides, what's to say they don't kill him anyway? Who says they honor word?" He didn't want to lose this war all because of Germany's love for Italy. "How do you even know he's still alive?"

"Italy..." England said softly, feeling awful for the tortured soul. "What." Was the one word response. "Are you ok?" England asked and heard laughter, hysterical laughter. Italy was cackling, laughing so hard years ran down his face. He never answered the question.

Later, England asked the others of they could just let Italy go, but it was a no. They obviously wanted to keep trying to get the axis powers to take Italy and give up. "At least treat him like a human being! He'd gone mad!" England protested, but no one else agreed. The country would be left in a cell for a day. If in exactly 24 hours, someone didn't come for him, he'd be shot.

Germany looked down at his hands. "I know he's still alive... I would've felt a severe by now..." His face hardened. "We are going to get him back, and win this war." He resolved. "And, even if he is gone... We will still attack them."

Japan smiled. "Very good idea! When do we attack?"

"As soon as possible..." He said, leaving the room to change into his military garb.

Japan also got ready to go and attack the enemy. If they one even just this one battle they'd have Italy back. He knew that Italy was a useless little country, but he made Germany happy, so he'd help save him if that was what was needed.

Italy sharpened a piece of brick that just sat in the corner of his cell. He'd been using as little energy as possible, saving up to attack. The victim was America who happened to be giving him his food today. He waited for the country to get close enough and then stabbed him in the shoulder blades. America howled and gripped his bloodied arm and smacked Italy before running off screaming, "That thing is crazy! Somebody kill it!"

Germany walked out with a gun strapped to each side, and a larger assault rifle on his back. Inside his pockets he had bullets for refills and a few grenades. He wait patiently for Japan, his mind drifting to what could be happening to his poor Italian.

Japan looked at Germany. "Are you ready to go?" he asked

"Yes, I am." He had a look of determination on his face. "Let's go."

Japan set off. "So what is our plan? Do we just march in and kick ass?" He asked. "Perhaps I should make a distraction while you go and find Italy. When they see we're attacking, they'll kill him immediately. You'll have to get to him before they know what's happening."

"You make a valid point Japan..." he didn't want to lose Italy... And now today, he might lose both his allies. "Be ccareful with the distraction. If it looks too dangerous, get the hell out of there."

Japan nodded just as they were getting there. "You go find your boyfriend. I have a good idea." Japan would wait for Germany to go before doing his job.

Italy sat in his cell, staring at the wall. "It's getting late. I don't think he's coming for you." A voice came from outside the bars. "I know he isn't. He knows better than to throw everything for one ally." At least Italy hoped the other men were smart enough not to come after him. "I could let you go for a certain...price." France said with a grin. "I'm not giving you any information." He said calmly and then Frace came into the cell. "That's not what I meant." The other country was far to close for Italy's liking. "no. I belong to someone else." He pushed France who didn't seem to discouraged. "Who? Besides, you're going to die if you don't take my offer. Don't you want to see them again." Italy didn't speak, he simply looked away. Within seconds France was on too of him, pushing him tightly against the cell wall, kissing him powerfully. He could only hope no one came by and saw this. It looked awful no doubt. He just had to find a way to get Frbace off of him. The man was stronger and heavier than Italy.

Germany nodded and went off toward the base the Allies were known to always be in.

Japan started by shooting the first person he saw (which was England) with a tranquilizer. The country passed out, and this caused panic among the allies. They set off an alarm and chased after Japan, though he had a good head start. The only one that didn't chase after him was France, but he was sure that Germany could take him on. He'd have to.

France continued to kiss the small country, planning in getting exactly what he wanted. He heard the alarm, but ignored it, deciding that gave him an even longer time to do whatever he pleased with Italy. He then would let the poor guy go free. He was bruising Italy's lips with the sheer pressure he put on his mouth and he bit down on the other's bottom lip, making him whine pitifully into France's mouth. He was squirming in an attempt to get away, but France simply thought he was writhing around in pleasure.

Germany broke into the building, and found the doors to the cells very easy. He kicked the first in, frowning to not see Italy, then just moved on until he got to the last cell, kicking the door in to see France ontop of Italy. "Hey Frog face!" He cocked his assault rifle and aimed at France. "Get off him."

France laughed when he saw Germany. "It looks like Feliciano was wrong. You are stupid enough to come after one person. Does this mean you're surrendering? The other's will kill him if you don't agree to the terms." Italy was gaping at Germany. "You idiot!" He cried, his voice shrill. "Why would you throw yourself away just to come get me?! I did something stupid! I deserve to be here. Why would you risk your own safety!" He was screaming at Germany, clearly afraid and slightly angry. He couldnt stand very well, but limped his way to Ludwig the best he could, half crawling, half walking. He collapsed all over the floor, knowing of he fell on Germany he might make him put down his guard. "Please tell me you didn't surrender." Italy said softly, looking up at Ludwig and trying his best to hide all of his new scars and other injuries from the torture he'd sustained.

Germany glared at France and shot him in both his legs. "Surrender, Italy, is something Germans don't do." He scooped Italy up and made his was out of the complex. "Just stay quiet, okay?"

France screamed bloody murder and Italy covers imply stated out at him with hatred. "Die frog." He said almost silently, a thing that wouldn't have ever come from his mouth about anyone a few days ago. He felt do much anger and regret. He wanted to kill them all, kill them dead. He was burning on the inside with fury that couldn't be quenched. "I want to kill him." He said to Germany, requesting the right to end Frances life.