Alone (Hetalia fanfic. If you don't like Hetalia, read this anyways).

An original story I'm making because I feel like writing a short novel... yeah a novel.... Italy's POV. Enjoy! :D

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Chapter 1

Unusual

The world will always be with you...
"Huh, who said that?" I sat up and looked around my bedroom. "Was it you, Doitsu?"
When no one replied I realized it was a dream. "Haha how silly of me!" I said. I glanced out the window. Another sunny summer day, I thought. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and shoved my feet into my slippers. I got up and walk down the hallway towards the kitchen. "Walk.. Walk.. Walk..," I muttered. Every morning, there is usually the sound of Germany yelling at me to come and eat sausages for breakfast, but it was strangely quiet. "Germany? Are you in here?" I looked around the room; no Germany. He must've went to training without me! I thought. Oh well...

I rummaged through the fridge until I found the manicotti we had for dinner a couple nights ago. I didn't mind microwaving the pasta dish because I believe it tastes better reheated!

After I waited a minute for it to cook, the manicotti was done. I cut a huge piece and shoved it in my mouth. !!! "OWWWW!!! DOITSU! DOITSU! IT'S HOT! HOT! HOT!!!!" I ran around in circles until I got dizzy. By now, the manicotti had cooled down and was edible. I continued to eat my breakfast.

I burped. "Mmm that was good pasta!" I left my dirty dishes on the counter and went back to the bedroom. I threw my pajamas off and my uniform on. I'm glad Doitsu had taught me to tie my tie! I thought.

I went outside. I took a deep breath of air. I looked at the training field. They must be hiding, I thought. I made my way to the field, stopping often to chase butterflies. I actually caught one that was red like a tomato, but I let it go. Once I reached the field, I screamed "DOITSUUUUU!!!"

No answer. But that always works..., I thought. "Could they be underground in the bomb shelter?" I said, thinking out loud. I ran to the shelter and came inside. "Ooh pretty buttons..." I stopped myself. I imagined Germany would've slapped my hand away from the controls by now so I just shoved my hands in my pockets and I wondered to myself Where are they?

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