Here's the story I promised! It doesn't get too weird yet, not until the next chapter or so. I hope you enjoy! BTW I don't own Hetalia (obviously :P)

Italy walked through the marketplace. He had just finished shopping for lunch for himself and his two friends; Germany and Japan (World War II was over long ago, but they all still got together pretty often). He couldn't wait to get back so he could make use the items bought to make-what else?-pasta for himself and his friends. He wasn't carrying much, so he walked at a good pace.

Suddenly, an arm grabbed his, pulling him into an empty alley. His groceries fell as his other arm was grabbed. Italy realized two people were holding his arms. "Be quiet and don't move," one of them whispered. Italy was too surprised and scared to not follow the command. He looked down and saw that one of the people was holding a syringe. Italy shuddered. He hated needles.

The person who wasn't holding the needle pulled up Italy's shirt, exposing his abdomen. Italy wanted to ask what they were going to do, but remembered the order to stay quiet. In an instant, the needle was pushed into his abdomen, and something was shot in. Italy winced in pain.

"Don't be afraid," said the person who had spoken earlier. "This will be the beginning of something great." With those ominous words, Italy was pushed back into the street. The assailants ran off, ending the attack as quickly as they'd started it.

Italy gathered up his groceries from the ground, shaken but relieved. He was relieved because he'd expected to be mugged, shaken because of the strange nature of the attack. Italy pulled up his shirt, just enough to see a tiny red dot where he had been injected. What did they do to me? He wondered.

Not sure what else to do, Italy pulled his shirt back down and started for home, walking a bit more quickly this time. Maybe Germany and Japan will know what to do, he thought as he walked along.

"What's taking him so long?" I asked to no one in particular, fidgeting slightly. Italy should've been back by now, but he still wasn't here.

My friend Japan and I were waiting for Italy, who'd invited us to his house for lunch. I was a bit apprehensive, seeing as Italy's irritable older brother Romano lived there too. But luckily he wasn't here. I figured he was out somewhere making out with Spain or something.

"Maybe he found a cat," said Japan, choosing to answer my question. I sighed, knowing my friend had a point. Italy gets pretty easily distracted. Add in a cat, and he would pet it for hours if it let him, forgetting what he had been doing before the cat appeared. "You know," Japan smirked, "You really have to stop fussing over him. You're like a mother hen."

My face flushed. "I am not!" I yelled defensively. "It's not my fault he keeps getting himself in trouble!" Japan smiled knowingly. "Of course, Germany-san." He replied casually. I muttered in annoyance. That guy can see right through me. But so what if I worry about Italy? The kid's been getting himself into trouble ever since I met him.

Finally, Italy showed up just as I was completely losing patience. "I'm back!" he called as he dashed over to Japan and I. "Sorry it took me so long. I…ran into something."

I was about to yell at him when he approached, but his words made me pause. "What do you mean you 'ran into something'?" I asked him.

"These two guys came out of nowhere and, well, gave me a shot." he replied. I was shocked. I hadn't expected to hear that.

"You mean they injected something into you?" asked Japan.

"Yeah," answered Italy. "Here" He lifted his shirt slightly. About an inch above his belly button, there was a tiny red dot. It almost looked like a natural imperfection of the skin.

"Does it hurt?" I asked him.

"It did when for a minute after it happened, but not anymore." he answered, pulling his shirt back down. "But one of the guys who did it said something really…weird."

"What did he say?" I asked.

Italy hesitated, and then replied slowly, "This will be the beginning of something great."

Japan and I froze. 'The beginning of something great'? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"What do you guys think I should do?" asked Italy softly. He looked really nervous. I couldn't remember the last time I saw him look nervous. I didn't quite know what advice to give him.

Luckily Japan knew. "Well, there's not much we can do about those people now that everything has already happened." he said as he approached Italy, who nodded. "And since you aren't in any pain and there isn't a big mark, I don't think we need to worry too much." Japan continued, gently touching Italy's shoulder.

Italy thought for a moment, considering Japan's advice. "Si..." he said tentatively.

Now, weren't you going to make lunch, Italy-san?" asked Japan with a smile.

Italy's face lit right up. "Si~!" he happily shouted. He ran inside with the ingredients he'd bought, excited to make his favorite meal.

"Do you really think that shot won't affect him?" I asked Japan as we too went inside.

"I didn't say that." answered Japan. "I said that I didn't think we'd have to worry too much. We'll just have to wait and see what happens."

I guess I sort of lied. It does get a little weird here. But it gets way weirder-and creepier. So stay tuned! Please R&R!