The next morning, after everyone was rested and fed, Liz made an announcement.
"I know that most of you have most likely received basic defense and attack training, but we can never be too careful. I want all of you to undergo training immediately, so that I don't have to stress and so that you can be safe."
Getting a certain nation to undergo said training was a lot harder than it seemed.
"But I don't want to fight!" Italy argued, shaking his head at Grell. "I just want to eat pasta and sleep and run away!"
"Normally running away would work," Grell replied. "But with these guys, they won't stop chasing you just because you run away. They want to kill you, and they will stop at nothing to get their way; which is why you need to undergo training!"
"Don't want to!"
Grell sighed heavily. It was obvious that the Italian was getting agitated and Grell was getting nowhere with his argument. "You know what? How about I teach you to use my chainsaw."
Italy sniffed, looking over at Grell with wide eyes. "You have a chainsaw?"
"Yes, I do, and I don't normally let anyone else use it," Grell muttered. "But I might as well let you use it, seeing how you don't have any notably powerful weapons..."
"What about big brother Matt?" Italy asked curiously.
"Oh, he's got a powerful weapon alright..." Grell sighed, before looking back at Italy. "And if I were to let you use it, you'd have access to it at all times when I'm not carrying it with me. Therefore, you'd be able to protect yourself and anyone else if you needed to. I'll also give you your own, if you'd like." After he spoke, Grell drew his red chainsaw from inside of his overcoat, before (carefully) handing it to Italy. Then, he drew another and steadied it in front of him. "This is my spare, in case Will takes away my original." A silly grin spread across Grell's face, showing all of his shark-like teeth. Surprisingly, Italy never spooked once at his impressive display; apparently, his love for his new "brother" overcame fear.
After Grell had shown Italy how to turn the chainsaw on, and how not to cut himself with it, the klutzy Italian seemed to get the hang of using it well. Hours into their training, although it only felt like minutes, the two were engaged in a chainsaw battle. Sparks flew as Grell moved the chainsaw up to defend himself from the spinning blades of the other, giving him just enough time to move backwards. Losing his balance, the red head fell on the ground and, just as he was about to get up, a foot came down and pinned him down to the ground. Smiling, Grell looked up at Italy.
"You're not bad with this; for a newbie." The Italian returned his smile and let Grell up and dust himself up.
"That was fun! Also it's funny seeing you on the ground." Grell blushed at Italy's comment and playfully swatted at him with his free hand.
"Well, I think that's enough for today." Grell turned to look at the setting sun behind them. "Wow, it's been a while. We should probably be getting back." Grell took Italy's hand in his and started off towards the direction of home. Looking down at their hands, Italy smiled. If Germany had been the one taking his hand, the Italian would've blushed—however, it was Grell, his brother. He didn't get the same feeling in his heart that he did when the German touched him, but the feeling he got when he was touched by Grell was close to what he felt.
"That sounds good, I'm hungry anyway. Got any pasta?"
"Any kind you can think of, watashi no chīsana ichi."
-(This is a fucking LINE)-
Around that time, Mello was having a dream.
The blonde and white tora-ge wolf lifted his head from where he'd been lying in the soft grass. In front of him stood a beautiful white wolfess, with patches of gold as radiant as the mineral themselves shining on her fur like miniature suns, huge golden wings spread out wide. She smiled, dark blue eyes shimmering as she approached the tora-ge and leaned down, touching his forehead with her muzzle. Her wings encircled him, and the wolf blinked his sky blue eyes.
-(Another fucking LINE)-
The red head turned as he was addressed. Standing behind him was Grell, a solemn look on his face.
"How was Italy?" Matt asked softly.
"He was fine." Grell stepped up beside Matt and gently took his hand. "Matt...if anything happens to me...I want you to know that I love you."
Pulling his little brother close, Matt leaned down and kissed the top of his soft hair. "I love you too, watashi no amai kyōdai."
[AN: Well, this was a very heartfelt chapter, no? I had block for a while, thinking about what I was going to do for this chapter, but it soon went away and I settled with this. Don't worry guys, it gets better. Now, vocab time;
"watashi no chīsana ichi." – my little one in Japanese
"Grandmother Grace." – a very special character, Grace is a character I made up. She is technically Matt's grandmother, but since Mello and Matt are married she's also Mello's grandmother. Yes, she is dead. She's a wolf/human hybrid.
"watashi no amai kyōdai." – my sweet brother in Japanese]