Half way through the night Italy awoke from his slumber stretching his arms while yawning quietly. The Italian looked around in confusion as he realized was in the tent the others had set up while he was passed out from the hike. Italy heard soft snoring beside him and looked over only to see Germany and Japan cuddled up to each sleeping peacefully. Italy smiled at the adorable sight pulling out the camera America had given him and snapped at a picture of his best friends.

Italy quickly put the camera back in his bag and looked towards the entrance of the tent which was sealed shut by a zipper. Italy was about to attempt to go back to sleep when he felt something slither around his arm. "Huh?" The Italian muttered before raising his right arm which had a snake wrapped around it. Italy blinked for a second then he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"AHHH! GERMANY, THE SNAKES-A BACK!"

Italy's terrified screams woke up everyone in the camp causing Germany to yank the snake from the frightened Italian's arm and draw his gun flipping off the safety poised to shoot the snake when America came racing into the tent. America saw the gun trained on the snake about to shoot the slithery creature dead and grabbed the gun. America shocked the former axis members by redirecting the gun so it was pointed at the middle of his chest.

"I told you," America spoke coldly giving the German an icy glare that had him go pale with fright. "Don't. Harm. The. Animals. Of. This. Forest." America growled at the German who yanked his gun back from the American's grip and tossed it on the ground next to him. "J-Ja, es tut mir leid. It just scared Italien. So I thought it vas something dangerous." Germany explained to the American while the younger blonde bent down offering his arm to the snake which it took wrapping itself around the American's muscle coiled arm.

America smiled as the snake hugged his arms not looking frightened in the least bit. "Okay, just don't forget it again. And he wasn't trying to scare you Italy. It just means he likes you." America chuckled the surprised look Italy gave him then extended his snake wrapped arm to the Italian. Italy stepped out from behind Germany cautiously, he looked at the snake for a minute before he reached a trembling hand out to pet the scaly flesh.

The snake looked pleased that Italy was warming up to him and rest it's head near America's wrist. "He seems...a-cute somehow?" Italy murmured removing his hand from the snake. America then realized Italy's screaming must've woken up everyone in the camp. America's sky blue eyes widen and he began to speak. "I think we need to go check on everyone else since you know, there probably really scared right now from those screams you made, Italy." America's words made the Italian look down in shame at his cowardliness.

Italy looked up when he felt a hand pat his shoulder and saw America looking at him with the most beautiful smile Italy had ever seen. "It's ok, Italy. It's ok to be scared of snakes and other things too but you gotta learn to face that head on. It won't be easy but I'll help, okay?" America spoke surprisingly soft very different from his usual loud tone. Italy's honey colored eyes went wide in total shock before he nodded with a mighty blush grazing his pale cheeks.

"Good! Now let's go see everyone else." America said happily to the Europeans and the Asian who nodded at him as well. America smiled at them before walking out of the tent the former axis following behind him. Russia, China, Canada, England, and France standing in the center of the campsite talking to each when America came out with Germany, Japan, and Italy. China stood up from the log he was sitting on and walked over to the group.

"What happened?" The older nation asked the American who showed him his snake covered arm with a big grin on his face. "This little guy just scared Italy is all. Don't worry everything's fine now." America clarified to the older nations who were all looking at him with eyes widen in surprise. The snake that America had described as 'little' was little by no means! It looked long enough to be considered a freaking boa constrictor.

Everyone decided it was best not question America's weirdness at this point. "Well it looks like none are going back to bloody bed." England commented rubbing one of his eyes tiredly knowing that going back to sleep would be impossible since they were all wide awake now. Everyone went to sit down it the center where the campfire normally would be and started talking while America started up the fire. Once the fire was lit, America sat down on one of the logs next to Canada who looked at his brother with a devious grin.

"Hey Alfred." America froze when he heard his older brother use his full name. "Since we can't just sit here, how boot you sing for us?" Canada said grabbing America's guitar and shoving it towards him. Conversations stopped around him and they all started to stare at the American expectantly.

It was then America knew he was fucked.
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