Devil's Advocate 2p!ItalyxReader Part 3

Devil’s Advocate 2p!ItalyxReader Part 3

You sat before the fire in the center of the Italian camp and sighed. This wasn’t quite how you had thought things would go. Italy had gone to war with Germany. For you. You wondered why on earth Germany would accept the declaration. You were just a small country, what could you offer him? Yet Germany was willing to fight his former ally to get you back. The whole mess confused you. For that matter why was Italy even fighting for you? Sure you two had become friends, and real friends would be there for each other, but Germany had always taught you that it was the highest point of foolishness to jeopardize your own country just so you could help out someone else. Going to war with Germany, Italy had done just that.

You grimaced as another thought infiltrated your mind. You were putting Italy at risk. At that thought something deep in the pit of your stomach began to twist itself into knots. You didn’t like that thought or that feeling. You drew your knees up to your chest, considering your options. After some time you made your decision. You were going to surrender to Germany. Maybe if you gave yourself up then you could smooth everything over with Germany. You stood and began to walk to the forest. You had no idea that two pairs of eyes, one set violet and one hazel, were watching you leave the camp.

“Aren’t you going to stop her idiota?” growled the owner of the hazel eyes, Romano. Italy smiled and shook his head at his brother.

“No fratello, I know what she is going to do and I know how to make it work for us…”

~Location switch~

You were stumbling around the forest, completely lost. Your directional sense had never been the best but you would have thought that you would be able to locate Germany’s camp. Apparently you were wrong. You sighed. Today was not your day. The snap of a twig behind you gained your attention. You spun to see a familiar albino nation stalking toward you.

“Prussia? What are you doing here?” You asked, backing away from him. Prussia smirked, ruby eyes glittering.

“I would ask you the same question liebling. What are you doing so close to Germany’s camp?” You swallowed thickly in fear. This was not going to end well.

“Um, I, uh bye.” You yelled as you spun on your heel and sped away from Prussia. The older nation was faster than you however and easily caught up to you. Effortlessly he caught you around the waist and swung you up to his shoulders, carrying you like a sack of potatoes. You kicked and screamed but to no avail. Fighting did you no good either, Prussia was stronger than you and there was no one around to hear you.

Exhausted, you slumped against Prussia’s back as he carried you further and further away from the Italian camp. Finally, he walked through a break in the trees and set you down. He kept one hand on the back of your neck, ready to inflict a small amount of pain should you try to escape.

“Bruder, look what I found.” Prussia called as he guided you to Germany’s command tent.

“What is it Prussia? I don’t have time for any more of your ridiculous-” Germany cut himself off as he caught sight of you.

“(Country name?)” You could have sworn that you saw relief in those blue eyes but if it was there it quickly morphed into fury. “Just what did you think you were doing pulling a stunt like this?” Germany snarled. You straightened. You could not show any fear to your guardian if you wished for him to forgive you.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to make my own choices. I just wanted to have a say in my life. I-” You stopped speaking as you were dealt a sharp slap. Tears welling in your (color) eyes, you brought your hand up to your left cheek, gently touching the enflamed skin. You were too stunned to speak. Sure Germany lost his temper around you before but he had never been violent. He had never hurt you before. You looked up at him, betrayal and hurt in your gaze. Suddenly you noticed a certain violet eyed Italian on the edge of you vision.

‘Keep him distracted.’ Italy mouthed. You gave a barely perceptible nod. Plan A, your reconciliation plan, had backfired so on to plan B. Italy’s plan.

“I didn’t peg you as one to hit girls, Germany.” You spat out. Germany took a step back at your tone. You were a good little country. You were not aggressive and you were not confrontational. Your words went against everything you were but you had to say them. At least the distraction part of the new plan was working.

“Does it make you feel powerful? Does it make you feel in control?” You asked taking a step closer to Germany. He took another step back. Germany stared down at the hand that had hit you in shock. It was in his nature to protect women so why did he hit you? The sound of a gun being cocked drew Germany from his thoughts. He looked up to see that he, his brother, and you had been surrounded by Italian soldiers.

“Ciao Doistu.” Italy said cheerfully calling Germany by his nickname. “You seem to be in an unfortunate position. Let’s negotiate terms of surrender shall we?”