"Germany is not that bad. He makes good food," Italy says once I calm down.
I giggle. "All you think about is food." I ruffle his hair. Then I sigh deeply. "He hates Jews, remember?" Italy shakes his head.
"Come on I will show you." We walk down some steps to the kitchen. I hear Japan and Germany talking.
"Vhat vas her problem?l Germany asks, his accent sounding heavenly. Stop that Sicily he is the enemy! My mind screams.
"Itary said something about her being Jewish," Japan says quietly.
"His sister is Jewish. Zhat iz unbelievable. Vhat iz her plan. She cannot stay under my roof and destroy my things." I gasp. What an insult. Italy grabs my arm but it is too late.
"How dare you. Just because I am a Jew makes me untrustworthy? Are you kidding?" I yell. They both look startled, but Germany recovers faster.
"I don't care vhat you think. I just don't trust you!" He yells back.
"I would never do anything to hurt Italy. And if you are really his friend, I am no threat to you either." He growls, causing me to back away slowly. "Maybe if you weren't such a racist content on destroying my race, you would see that." I knew I crossed the line as I see him look up, his eyes twinkling with rage. He slams his hands down on the table.
"Get out of my house!" He roars at me. I jump back in terror. "Get her out before I do something I regret." I rush out of the house and hop in my car. I pull out of the drive and drive away as fast as I can.
He is such an asshole and a bigot and a hypocrite and a...a...a real jerk. He hurt a my big brother without even blinking. He said those things and it really hurt me. I don't know why it hurt but it did.
I am so wrapped up in my thoughts that I don't realize the light turn red. I feel something slam into me as my car.topples over the rail and down a steep hill. I scream and feel the car do somersaults. I black out from all the pain.