The Axis team was off to war again. Italy hid underneath a bush, Japan fought with his katona and Germany fought with his guns. All of a sudden Italy heard a familiar scream. He peaked outside the bushes.

Germany was laying on the ground with a sword sticking out of his belly.

"GERMANY!!!!" The young Italian ran over to his injured ally.

"Italy? Is that you?" Tears started forming in Italy's eyes. "Yes it's me! What happened?"

"I was too slow."

Italy started fully crying.

Germany looked over to him.

"Italy?"

"Y-yes Doitsu?"

Germany groaned in pain and said, "I want you to know that I never hated you. I...I... ich liebe diccccc...

"Germany? Germany?! GERMANY?! NO PLEASE!!! TI AMO!!!"

The Italian stood up and looked back. The murderer of Germany was standing right in front of him. Every lesson Germany ever taught Italy came flowing back. In one, fluid movement, Italy killed that man.

Italy ran around the battlefield with a knife. He fought every soldier head on.

THIS IS FOR HIS LESSONS!!!

THIS IS FOR HIS WURST!!!

THIS IS FOR HIS MEMORY!!!

THIS...IS...FOR...DOITSU!!!!!!!!!!!