A/N: Just something I have in mind after hearing the news of the Paint it White movie being released in November along with World Series in the English Dub. To those who haven't seen the movie yet, may contain spoilers. I had only watched the subbed version of the movie and will plan for the dubbed version. I love the dub better than the sub, so sue me. It's crazy to write a story from the subbed version, but eh, I wanna get this out of my mind before I spaz on about it. Anyways, enjoy this possible continuing story.

It's been a year since the incident of the Pictorians aliens. Those who were involved had moved on with their lives. From the people who were turned into these creatures to even the personified nations themselves. Those who do remember about it would laugh it off. The members of the G8 would exaggerate the story, telling it from their own point of view. They would argue who was right and who was wrong. But one thing that was never wrong is what happened near the end. The only one who saved the world and the people that inhabit the Earth. The unlikely guy that no one can expect. A man who would cry and runaway from the enemy. Italy was the hero.

Italy can tell the story himself from his point of view in his own way that was different from the other nations. He would say how scary the Pictorians/Noppera/whateverthehelltheywerecalled were, how Pookie, the cat, was adorable, and how he cried and run away. But he didn't want to finish the end of the story. The Italian didn't want to say how he saved the world. How he saved all his friends. Italy didn't want to believe that happened. Someone like him wasn't the type to be the savior. He's not strong or brave. Italy was not the hero. He can remember the events that happened after they got off the island too.

After China lead a secret passage to get them off the island and back their home, America decides to celebrate Italy's triumph. "Dude! You totally beat those alien dudes! We should have like a parade! I'll be by your side as we wave to the people of the world!" He laughs, patting on the Italian's shoulder's. Italy smiles nervously. "Grazie! Thank you, I really appreciate this, bu-" He was cut off by a certain Englishman.

"Don't get so cocky, you git!" Britain shouted at America and pulls Italy's arms to him. "If it wasn't for me being a professional spy, you would have been turned into Pictorians as well! I should be with him!" The Italian gets confused and uneasy at what is starting to happen. "Bu-Bu-But..."

France moved in close, if not too close to Italy. The Frenchman's arms were wrapped around Italy's head and caressed the Italian's like he was some pet. "Non, he should be beside his lovely Big Brother France! If it wasn't for my beauty and grace that I have given to him, he would have also turned into those bland brutes!" His trademark "Oh hon hon hon hon hon" came as Britain stares at him in disgust. "As if he turned into a frog like you!" Meanwhile, the Italian feels crowded from all this people coming close to him. "I'mma feeling a bit claustrophobic now from everyone going so close to me," he chuckles. "I thank you all for this, but I really-"

"Hey Italy! Remembered how I helped you with the pasta?" China asks as he goes over to the Italian as well. Italy nods his head up and down. "Si, I do." "Then how about I build China Towns around your home? Dedicated to you, honorable hero! We'll even give you free meals every time you visit!" The man in the middle raises his own arms up before slipping away from France's grasps and away from the others. "I feel so flattered and would really take on that offer too. But the thing is that..."

"How about you come over to my place to celebrate?" Russia asks as he appeared behind Italy. This scared the other nations for his sudden appearance. The one who get even the most of it was the Italian himself. Russia smiles at him. "It's a little cold, but I'll make sure to make you nice and comfy. After all, we are close friends, da?" Italy shivers, not sure if he should say anything to upset the giant nation. "Si si! We are very close friends! Il mio amico!" He laughs before scooting away from Russia. "I would really love to visit your home, but can I say..."

"Itary," a familiar man speaking Engrish appears beside Italy like a ninja. How he appeared like this just scares Italy for a second. Not as much with Russia, but it's still scary for people popping up like that. "How about we make an anime series about you?" Japan asks. His face fell in shock from hearing his friend. "R-Really? An anime series about me?" "Hai," he replies. "We'rr start off with the pirot episode of your daring adventure against the noppera! Peopre wourd want more and more that they wirr ask for the first season!" There was determination in what he is saying. "Companies wourd want to make action figures and prush dorrs and Character CDs with you! Doujinshis wourd arr be about you, Itary!" His smile slowly fades as he moves away from Japan and his otakuness. The anime series, Hetalia, and the movie itself is enough for him. "Tha-That sounds really lovely! I mean it! I just want to say though-" His back bumped into someone, though didn't even budge from it. Italy turned up to see his friend looking down at him with blue eyes. Germany.

Germany was flustering as he tries to get his words out. "Italy," he managed to say. "Yes Germany?" The German took a big gulp. "I vas vondering if..." Sweat drops ran down the sides of his head and his eyebrow twitches. "...you would like to come over to my place and have a party for you." Italy stares up at him in shock. "Really?" "You vill even have as many pasta servings you vant. With beer for me to keep myself occupied. But I vant you to know," He salutes to Italy. "You did a wunderbar job, Italy. I'm proud of you."

All these praises were running around in his mind. Italy, the hero. A parade in his honor. Free meals. An anime series about him. A party with his friend. Italy the hero. Italy, the man who would cry and run away. He looks up at Germany. "Grazie, thank you," he replies. "No." Italy turns to the others. "Thank you all. I really appreciate this. But..." His head lowers down until he is able to see only the ground. "I don't think I can really accept this."

The others looked at him in shock.

"But Itary, you saved the worrd!"

"Pasta dude is the hero!"

"It is bloody unlikely..."

"But a miracle!"

"You did the impossible, aru!"

"Da!"

"It's just that..." Italy says again. "I'm no hero."

Silence consumes for just a second before Germany decides to break it. "Vat do you mean by that?" he asks, confused.

"Oui, you are the hero, Italy!"

"A true American hero!"

"He's not American, you wanker!"

Italy shakes his head. "I'm not..."

"I wouldn't mind becoming one with you."

"How is that even good, ahen?"

"I said I'm not..."

"Itary, you did a wonderfur job. We must make red bean rice in honor for you."

"Per favore...don't..."

"Italyyyy!"

"I SAID I'M NOT!" Everybody jumped up when Italy yelled. He was breathing heavily, realizing how much his voice raised up to his friends. "I'm not..." he repeats. "I'm not! I'm not! I'm not! I'm not!" The young nation sobs uncontrollably and buries his face into Germany's chest. The German got surprised at this, but slowly hugs him. He rubs his back, trying to comfort him. "Just smile, Italy," he says softly. "Just smile."

"I'm not a hero...I'm not..."

Anyone that mentioned about the incident around Italy, he would try to change the subject. If they continued going on, Italy would asked if he can leave the room or run away without a warning. He still can't accept it. It must be a dream or a crappy movie to make fans squee. Italy didn't want to believe it. Italy was the hero.

A/N: I can't wait until the movie comes out in November 22, 2011. A mix of comedy and drama is what I'm aiming for in this story. Hopefully it can work out right. Comments, reviews, critiques, advice, and criticism would be nice from you guys!