Hey guys, sorry for the late update. But it is here! Hope you enjoy!

The next day, I called Italy over. I was planning to get him started on his training, or at least try.

But, when he arrived he had a cart full of something under a blanket. I met him outside to see what he had brought.

He was panting from exhaustion, but when he saw me he seemed to forget how tired he was, and ran up to me, giving me a hug.

"GERMANY!!! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!" He cried, not pulling away from the hug, and not having any intention to.

"Ok." I replied, not knowing what to say. I pat him on the back, hoping he would take it as a sign to let go, but I had no such luck. We stood there for a moment in silence, his arms around me, me standing there waiting for it to end.

" so, what's in the cart?" I asked. Italy finally let go, and backed away, and turned to the face the cart. He stood there for a minute before turning back and waving me to stand beside him.

I walked over to stand beside him. I opened my mouth to ask what it was but Italy held up a hand to silence me, then lowered his head. I followed his lead. After a 2 minutes Italy looked up and cleared his throat. I looked up.

"Italy, what is this?" I questioned, getting impatient. I reached over to pull up the blanket to see what was so important, but Italy grabbed my had.

"This, is a super secret weapon that only Italian's know." Italy replied with pride.

"What?" I was excited now, expecting some advanced technology that could kill anyone you wanted it to.
Italy smiled, then slowly reached his hand to grab the blanket. He pulled it up, and my face dropped. "TA DA!!"

"PASTA! ITS FREAKING PASTA!" I yelled, mad that Italy wasted my time for this.
" Not just any pasta! But the best pasta in the whole word! Here, try it!" Italy grabbed a plate of pasta and tried to give it to me, but I refused to grab it. " come on Germany. Just a little bite? It won't hurt."
"No. You idiot, YOU JUST WASTED MY TIME FOR PASTA!" I glared at him, trying to will myself to not kill him.

"Germany... I'm sorry. I thought you would like my pasta. Please don't be mad. Please Germany!" Italy apologized and pleaded. This was going to be a long day.
I sighed. "Alright. I'm not mad. But, no more pasta! Got it?"

"Got it." Italy smiled, and came in for another hug, but I gave him the look to think twice about that decision.

"Alright, now let's start your training. We will start with a warm up, something you are good at." I started, changing the subject.

"Oh!oh! I'm good at running!" Italy jumped up and down in excitement.

"Alright, we will start with that. Run 20 miles then come back." I ordered.

"Ok!" Italy turned and ran west, and was out of sight soon.

An hour and a half later, Italy was back, breathing heavy, but smiling. "How was that Germany?" He asked, looking for Germany's approval.

"You did very well. Now, catch your breath and do 40 push ups. Then we are going to do some target shooting." I answered impressed.

Italy stood there for a while until his breathing went back to normal. "Ok! I'm ready!" He got down and did his push ups, struggling, but got them done. He got back up, and we walked towards the shooting range.

When we got to the shooting range, I grabbed a gun and handed it to Italy. He grabbed it and started inspecting it. As he was doing so, he pulled the trigger. I jumped. I just missed the bullet.
" ITALY! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO SHOOT ME!" I yelled, angry that the Italian just about shot me.

"I'm so sorry Germany!! I didn't mean to!! I've never seen a gun before! I didn't know it would do that! I'm sorry!" Italy was crying and had dropped the gun, and was running towards me and embraced me in another huge hug.

I shoved him off. "Just pick up the gun, and I will walk you through the rest, step by step!"
Italy looked a little hurt, but picked up the gun, and followed my instructions. By the end of the day, Italy could hit the targets occasionally. He seemed to flinch every time the gun went off. But it would take time.

We walked back to my house once it started getting dark.
"Germany, since it is getting dark out, and I have training again tomorrow, could I stay here, we could have like a sleepover!"

My first instinct was to say no, but I thought about it for a minute. "Fine, you can stay, but it's not a sleepover! " I told him as we approached the house.

"Oh thank you Germany!" He gave me a quick, unexpected hug, then ran inside.

I sighed. He is so fragile. What if he doesn't make it through this war?