Devil's Advocate 2p!ItalyxReader Part 5

You were right. When you finally squeaked out everything that had transpired between yourself and Italy over the past six months, Germany looked furious. He spent several minutes in silence, attempting to control his anger.

“You are extremely foolish (Name). How could you do something so stupid?” Germany’s words were sharp and biting. You sat silently and took it. After all, he was right. You had been foolish. If you had listened to him and stayed away from Italy, then he would not have started a war for you and destroyed your relationship with Germany.

“I thought I raised you better.” Germany murmured sagging into the couch. You drew a deep breath. Of all the things Germany could say, that last bit hurt the most.

“You did raise me well, Germany. You taught me all I know. You also taught me to pursue what I wanted with dogged determination. It may be impossible for you to understand, but on some level Italy does care for me… And I do care for him.” Germany sighed.

“Fine then. Get married. Make little countries and provinces,” Germany hesitated slightly before continuing, “Just don’t get hurt. I know you are a country but there is only so much that even we can take.” Your (color) eyes lit up.

“You mean you approve?”

“I never said that!” Germany snapped. You smiled.

“No, of course not. You would never be so forward. But you won’t stop me?”

“When we were at war, you said to me that you wanted a say in your life. I’ve given it some thought and you were right. I’ve mostly controlled your life and this is my way of pulling back. You’re not a little kid anymore.” Quick as a wink, you jumped up off the sofa and threw your arms around Germany.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” You shrieked. A small smile appeared on Germany’s stern features.

“Ja, ja.” He said patting your back.

“So, when are you getting your tuxedo?” You asked abruptly.

“My tuxedo?” Germany was confused by the sudden change in conversation.

“Yeah, for the wedding.”

“What?”

“Well, you’re going to be the one to give me away aren’t you?”

Italy’s POV

The date set for the union between myself and (Country name) arrived quickly. Many of our mutual friends filled the church, most of them looking worried for (Country name). That almost made me smile. After we were joined as one, she would no longer be any concern of theirs. She would be mine and mine alone.

Austria struck up the opening music as (Country name)’s bridesmaids and maid of honor, (second and third favorite girl country) and (first favorite girl country), shuffled into the sanctuary. They took their places across from my brother, Japan, Prussia, and me. Finally the song signaling the bride’s entrance began to play. As one, the entire sanctuary turned to the two double doors at the back. (Country name) and Germany were slowly make their way up to the front, keeping in time with the music. When they were before me, Germany gazed sternly at me. Actually, he pretty much always gazed at me sternly but this was different breed of stern.

“Italy,” he began, “if (Country name) so much as gets a paper cut while in your care there is no rock you can hide under. I will track you down and tear you apart. Do you understand me?” I nodded. It was cute really, who knew Germany was so protective of his little (Country name). It made me wonder what made her special. The priest cleared his throat and began the ceremony.

“Do you, Italy, take (Country name) to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness or in health?”

“I do,” I said confidently. The priest nodded to himself before turning to (Country name).

“And do you, (Country name), take Italy to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness or in health?” A heavy tension filled the room. (Country name) remained silent.

“Miss (Country name)?” (Country name) snapped her head up and I could tell from her voice that she was giving an embarrassed smile.

“Ah, yes. I do.” She said quickly. The old man gave us both a tender smile. His favorite part was coming.

“Then by the power invested in me by God, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” Eagerly, I lifted (Country name)’s veil. Beautiful (color) eyes gazed out at me. We held each other’s gazes for a moment before I pulled her close to me and kissed her possessively. She was mine. When we parted, there was an expression I’d never seen in her eyes before. Love? Confusion? Lightheadedness perhaps? Not dwelling on it too much, I picked (Country name) up and carried her out to where my cherry red Ferrari was waiting for us. Gently I set her down in the passenger seat and strode over to the driver’s side door. Once inside, I smirked at her. She gave me a gentle smile in return.

“Where are we going?” She asked me. "What about the reception?"

“It’s a surprise. Besides, receptions are overrated.” I responded, starting up my car.

We cruised away from the church and into the somewhat busy streets. I could feel (Country name) smiling at me and before I could stop myself I turned my eyes from the road and kissed her. That was my worst mistake. While I was kissing my beloved (Country name), I failed to see the oncoming car. There was a blaring horn, the shrieking sound of tires, the grinding of metal on metal, then I was thrown from the car. My head smacked against the pavement with a sickening thud. Had I been human, that probably would have killed me. But I wasn’t and it didn’t. Once the slight pain had faded, I remembered (Country name). Where was she? I pushed myself off of the ground and trotted over to my now burning Ferrari. It was empty. I jogged around to (Country name)’s side and spotted her lying on the ground, twenty-five feet from the car.

“(Country name)!” I shouted. As I neared her, I noticed that she appeared to be lying in a puddle of wine. It wasn’t until I reached her that I realized that it wasn’t wine. It was blood. (Country name)’s blood. I crouched beside her, checking her wrist for a pulse. “(Country name), wake up, you’re not allowed to die. Countries don’t die like this.” She cracked open her (color) eyes and smiled shakily.

“I-Italy?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“I’m cold.” I bit back my emotions. Getting all weepy over her wouldn’t help (Country name), besides, we were countries. We didn’t die from car accidents. That’s what I told myself and yet, (Country name) looked too pale. Her usual healthy (skin color) was now a chalky grey. Unnatural even for countries.

“You’ll be fine.” I reassured her. She shook her head slightly.

“You’re right, and you’re wrong.” She told me. At my perplexed expression she continued. “I will live but I will not continue.” Now I was even more confused. What in the name of pasta was she talking about?

“You’re delusional (Country name). Lack of blood can do that.”

“(Name).”

“Pardon?”

“(Name), my name is (Name).” she said.

“It is very pretty.” I said, flipping open my phone and dialing an ambulance. Before I could get a word out to the operator, (Name) snatched my phone out of my hands.
“What did you d-” I began only to stop speaking when I saw what was happening to (Name). Her body was glowing with an odd blue luminescence and her hair was flowing around her like it was caught in an invisible wind.

“(Name), what is going on?” I demanded. She smiled serenely up at me.

“This is what I’ve been trying to tell you.” She said. “I’ve never been very strong so I’ve developed a survival mechanism. While most countries can’t be killed, I can. My body is going to break down and then reassemble itself somewhere else. It’ll turn back the hands of time as well. Meaning that I’ll be a child again.”

“This isn’t funny (Name),” I snarled.

“It’s not supposed to be. I’ll see you soon. Promise.” She said her voice growing quieter and more distant. Her form began to fade. Before I could think better of it, I leaned down and kissed my young bride. My lips met only air. She was gone. My (Name) was just gone. I sat there, in the middle of the street, pondering what she had said to me. I didn’t care if she got a new body. All I cared about was finding my (Name) and being with her forever like I had promised. Even if I had to descend into the depths of Hell, I would find her.

Berlin, Germany
Third Person View

Germany sighed as he pushed open the door to his house. He had just arrived home from the most agonizing experience in his life. (Name)’s wedding. Exhausted, he collapsed onto his couch. His energy returned however when a bright blue light filled his living room. He knew that light. Sure enough, the familiar pitter patter of feet sounded before a small form jumped onto his chest.

“(Name)?” Germany managed. “Why are you a child?” (Country name) smiled brightly at Germany.

“I got in a car crash.” She chirped.

“So you did your… thing?”

“Yep.”

“Did Italy see?”

“Yep.”

“He’s going to come looking for you isn’t he?”

“Yep.”

“Can you stop answering every question with ‘yep’?”

“Yep.” (Country name) responded. A broad grin broke out on Germany’s face as he pulled the much smaller nation into a tight hug.

“I’ve missed you being this size.” (Country name) grinned up at Germany.

“Will you be my caretaker again?”

“I never stopped.”

“Good. Then I have one more request… Can I call you Vati?” Germany’s eyes softened.

“Ja, you may.” He said, ruffling (Country name)’s (color) hair.

“And as your Vati I simply cannot allow you to live with a country so much older than you. You’ll have to wait until you’re a grown up to live with Italy.”

“But Vati,” (Country name) whined playfully.

“No buts. You can however have play dates,” Germany smiled down at his new daughter. She rolled her (color) eyes and clung to him even tighter.

“If we’re good then I think I’ll be fine with that.”

“Ja, (Name), we’re good.” (Country name) released a shrill squeal, hugging Germany even tighter. Germany wrapped his huge arms around her and gave her another hug. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“Me too, Vati… So, when can Italy come over?” Had Germany not been hugging her, he would have face palmed. Some things never change.

Fin~