Konnichiwa! I think this is my first twoshot, since I mainly write oneshots. I had this idea in school one day, when I was staring at a poster advertising a skiing trip in Italy. The rest of the day was filled with ideas, and here we are.

I want you to protect me

Rating: T

Pairing: GerIta, USUK, NiChu

When Italy invites the nations to a ski trip in his mountains, everyone gladly accepts the exciting holiday offer. But when tensions begin to build and things all go horribly wrong, will they pull through together? Or will they be stuck in the past? GerIta, USUK, NiChu.

No matter how much I wish, no matter how much I try- Hetalia doesn't (and never will) belong to me.

Tanoshimu!

"Germany! Watch me snowboard Germany! Hey hey Germany! Germa-"

The excited nation had been frantically waving his arms like a mad Italian chicken and as a result had fell face first into a thick layer of soft white snow. Now admittedly, this seemed like a rather usual and cliché thing for the clumsy country to do but this time he had an excuse: he was attached to a snowboard and couldn't move very easily. His close friend and practical parent Germany was trying not to get annoyed or laugh (admittedly it was easier for him not to laugh).

The others however, weren't quite as composed. Sure Japan was silently stood there, doing his whole 'sense the mood and refrain from speaking' thing but the others were different. America was laughing his head off, threatening to actually fall himself since he was attached to a snowboard as well. England however, did not look amused, as the saying went.

"It wasn't that bloody funny tosser. Not everyone is at your skill level, no matter how low that may be." England muttered, getting quieter towards the end.

"Huh? Whatcha say England? Doesn't matter anyway. China! I choose you... To come snowboarding with me!" America beamed.

"Aiya..." China sighed.

"America. People aren't just your toys to play with. You need to learn respect. Honestly how did I ever raise you to be like this?" England complained.

"HAHAHA!"

"What?"

"You said I PLAYED with China!"

"I've had enough! I'm leaving!"

Then England left angrily on his skis, though not falling over like the peppy Italian from earlier. Japan quickly looked at America and then to England before skiing off after him. The two island nations were gone in a few short seconds and, once they had left, America turned to his so called 'toy' and beamed happily like a small child would do.

"So China! Now that the stuffy Brit's gone, you wanna come snowboarding with me?" America asked.

"I suppose I really don't have a choice-aru. After all, I-"

But before China could continue, America grabbed his arm and linked up with him. Then, laughing as he dragged him away- China's snowboard making tracks in the snow, he laughed loudly like a true hero.

"HAHAHA! You talk way too much dude!" America laughed.

Germany, who had been completely ignored during this scene, watched as the poor Chinese nation was dragged off against his will. Standing beside him was the extremely seductive (which some found annoying) France, smiling as he watched America drag China away and possibly reminiscing over times where he had taken England in a similar way.

"Ohonhon... I guess it's just you and me Germany..." France chuckled.

But as the French pervert turned to affectionately place a hand on Germany's stiff shoulder, he realised that the stoic German was no longer there. France looked around, but it didn't take long to see him skiing away, dragging Italy with him by his tricolour scarf.

"Nein, just you." Germany mumbled.

France had no choice but to watch as they disappeared over the small snowy hill. It was just him and the silence. Very slight traces of snow began to fall, but that was just normal. France looked around and then down at the floor. But then suddenly, he realised something: a nation that had gone completely unnoticed, but not anymore. So, turning around France beamed at the temporarily forgotten country.

"Russia!" France declared. "You will come with me, non? Surely you would love to spend ze day skiing with ze country of l'amour?"

Russia didn't seem to be listening however. He was stood, knee-deep in snow, smiling with a wide Cheshire cat grin. He seemed to be vaguely emitting a faint purple energy and his eyes were creepily wide. France then had to reconsider his offer and he stepped back slowly.

"On second zought, I zink a little alone time would be fun." France laughed nervously.

Then he quickly departed, leaving Russia all on his own... Or so he thought.

"I'll go with you if you want France..." Canada whispered. "Or maybe you need me to keep you company Russia?"

Russia said nothing. He didn't even comment on the small Canadian there, wearing his beige coat and red mittens. His hat and scarf matched, for they were coloured with red and white stripes like that of his flag. The cute wellington boots he wore were red, and a small maple leaf stencilling was patterned on the back of each boot. But to top it all off, in his hands Canada held Mr Kumajiro who was wearing a scarf and earmuffs, striped with red and white like his owner.

"I wonder if I stay here then they'll come back and ask me to join?" Canada asked.

"Who are you?" Mr Kumajiro questioned- a slight chill in his voice.

"I-I'm C-Canada..." He shivered.

"Engrand-san, are you sure you're okay?" Japan asked for the umpteenth time.

"Yes I'm quite alright Japan. Thank you for asking." England smiled.

"Well I know how annoying America-san can get, so prease don't feel rike you are arone." Japan explained comfortingly.

"Ah yes, he was the one to make you open up wasn't he? That must have been quite stressful for you." England remembered, biting his lip and frowning.

"Hai. But I suppose if he hadn't have done it, then I never would have been abre to meet or fight with and arongside everyone." Japan reasoned.

"Then I guess everyone has some kind of use, no matter how annoying or bloody frustrating they-"

"YO! BRI-TAIN!"

The island nations looked up and suddenly they saw him: right above their heads was America- soaring through the air after jumping off the large hill behind them. He was making a peace sign with his fingers and a huge smile was plastered across his face. Traces of snow flew off in different directions behind him and the majestic yet oddly cool scene seemed to slow down before America landed just in front of them and slid down the fairly steady diagonal hill.

It was just silence for a few moments as they stared after him in what was a mix of shock and awe. Eventually though, England's foul tongue got the better of him.

"You bloody git! You could have killed us you wanker!" England yelled.

He then proceeded to yell out every harsh and offensive British curse word he could muster up, making Japan step back a little with shock. Then again, it wasn't unlike the British nation to be so vulgar, despite his constant insistence of the fact that he was a gentleman.

China landed beside Japan and bowed in apology.

"Aiya..." He panted. "Sorry about America. He's really tiring me out so I'm going to rest here-aru."

"I'll make him sorry..." England growled.

Then, as China discarded his snowboard and boots, England cast his ski equipment aside and picked up China's snowboard, beginning to run a little to build up speed.

"Wait Engrand-san! Can you really catch up with America-san?" Japan yelled.

"Of course I can! I'm the United bloody Kingdom!" He yelled back.

Then he jumped and quickly got on the snowboard, speeding after America in a slight zigzagged line. China got up to yell at England for stealing his board and Japan sighed with a slight hint of worry in his voice.

"I hope Engrand will be okay. I've never seen him snowboard before, but he seems to be arright." Japan whispered.

"AIYAAA! GIVE ME BACK MY BOARD!" China screeched.

"They'll come for me soon... I hope." Canada whispered.

"Who are you?" Kumajiro asked.

"I'm C-Canada..." He whispered.

Russia was just a few paces away, now up to his waist deep in snow. He wasn't effected though and he continued to smile happily, now with his eyes closed.

"Hey hey Germany! I'm pretty good at skiing aren't I?" Italy asked as he continued to ski.

"Ja Italy, now keep your eyes forvard." Germany mumbled, keeping his eyes focused straight ahead.

"I mean it was kinda scary at first, but know I've got the hang of it right?" Italy asked.

"Sure vhy not. Now stay focused und try not to get yourself killed." Germany sighed.

"Ve~... The view sure is nice up here isn't it Germany?" Italy sighed happily.

"ITALY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! LOOK OUT!"

"Huh?"

Then Italy found himself falling over a large mound and falling straight down a steep hill. Watching him tumble down made Germany's heart accelerate to such a speed that he never even thought possible. Instinctively, he dashed down like a rocket to help Italy, praying every millisecond for his safety.

"So, give up yet old man?" America asked.

"Not a chance! And believe me I'm no old man!" England grinned.

"Well you've kept up with me this far, but can you do thi-"

"AMERICA! LOOK AHEAD!"

Dead ahead was a person walking through the snow. France in his icy blue fashionable cape or cloak or whatever you'd call it, walking alongside a pretty young girl. Obviously skiing alone had gotten boring, and he wished to pursue more personal interests.

"Frog alert! Frog alert!" England yelled.

"We're gonna crash for sure!" America panicked.

"FRANCE! Get out of the bloody way!" England screeched.

Finally they got France's attention and he began to panic as well. In a moment of panic and desperation, he grabbed the girl he was walking alongside and hid behind her, making it so that if America and England did crash then she was the one to be in the way. He didn't mean to do it of course, he was just scared- like any cheese-eating surrender monkey would be.

But America and England wanted to avoid crashing at all costs. After all crashing meant stopping, leaving their brilliant competition without a conclusion. So at the same time- almost in mirror image, they swerved around the couple and continued on, leaving behind a no longer panicked Frenchman, an angry young lady and a lot of explaining to do.

"Whew! That was a close shave wasn't it?" England smiled.

"Yeah it- WHOA DUDE LOOK OUT!"

England looked forward to see a large mound of snow. This time it was unavoidable, for the moment that England began making preparations to swerve around it, he crashed almost immediately along with America- head first into the snow.

"Mmpf!" England moaned with a mouth full of snow.

Even though America's voice was muffled, England could still make out the obnoxious 'hahaha' that he always did, meant to be heroic in some way. He desperately wanted to punch America for that- just to shut him up, but England knew that the first priority now was getting out of the snow mound. So, at the same time, England and America tried to free themselves.

They emerged a few seconds dramatically, heads popping out in triumph with powdery snow confetti exploding around them. America emerged with a wide open mouth beam and England with just a plainly cute smile. However, the two were missing a very important detail about the position they were in.

America's hand was gripping England's, squeezing a little tighter after trying to emerge from the mound.

"A-ah..." England gasped.

"Oh I er-" America stuttered.

America quickly removed his hand and glanced away. "Hand must've slipped!"

"Y-yeah..." England turned in the other direction also, a slight warm blush forming on his frozen cheeks.

"So... You wanna carry on with the er- competition?" America laughed nervously.

"Let's just call it a draw for now. I'm heading back into the hotel." England mumbled.

"Yeah, same." America sighed.

England looked up, his face slightly alarmed and America moved back very slightly.

"Oh I mean-! Well, o-only if you want me to! I- AH!"

Then, in trying to move back, America began to fall. Not on England's watch. In the same instant he began to fall, he was immediately helped up again by England's strong gloved hand. It took a little more effort to heave him up, but England showed no sign of strain, just a slight frown as he removed his snowboarding gear and headed back inside.

"Be more careful in future. And eat less hamburgers." England called.

America's eyes widened in shock and he proceeded to shuffle off after him.

"Dude I can't give up hamburgers! That's like you trying to give up tea!" America whined.

"Don't try and compare me to you git!" England snapped.

The Anglo-American banter was back to normal... For now.

The two Asian nations sat in silence at a cosy looking kotatsu. Both were knelt down, hands in their lap and sat before warm- slightly steaming cups of tea. Japan's eyes were closed, making him look very serious, solemn and- as England had once described: Japanesy.

"Aiya..." China sighed happily.

"Hmm." Japan hummed.

"Thank you for the tea Japan, it really was very nice of you-aru." China smiled.

"It was my preasure. I am humbred to have you enjoying my hospitarity. Prease if there is anything I can do to make you more comfortabre- just ask." Japan bowed.

"Thank you-aru! Then could you-"

But then China stopped himself. His eagerness went to silence and Japan's solemn disposition turned into a frown. What was China going to say? Why did he stop himself? These thoughts plagued Japan's mind, but just as he decided to question China about it- the 4000 year-old nation swiftly got up to leave the room.

"I have some business to attend to-aru. I think I will take a walk around the hotel." China explained.

"Okay, enjoy your trip." Japan muttered.

As China left the room, Japan let out a huge sigh that only he could hear. He had a slight hunch of what China was about to ask, and quite honestly- he probably would have kept quiet in China's position too.

"China-sama... How rong will we have to endure this? I wish to bury past suffering, and move ahead. Surery you want the same?" Japan mumbled, then after a while added: "...We shall see."

Japan took another sip of his tea, before whispering in an almost ghostly way "we shall see" once more.

"ITALY!" Germany shrieked.

"Hey Germany, you're screaming too loudly." Italy smiled.

"Italy! Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Germany asked.

"Huh? No I'm fine Germa-"

But as Italy tried to stand, an intense pain began to overwhelm his foot and he fell back down again with a slight squeal of surprise. Germany widened his eyes and crouched down to Italy's aid.

"You've tvisted your ankle Italy." Germany muttered.

"Oh really? Is that bad?" Italy asked curiously.

"Yes Italy! It's very bad!" Germany snapped, making Italy flinch back a little. "I mean erm... Ve should get you fixed up."

"Ve~! All fixed up so I can ski again!" Italy beamed.

Germany smiled at his blissful child like unawareness. Of course once they got him to safety he still wouldn't be alright. That was common sense for anyone, even countries. But false hope was still hope- so he continued to humour him.

But then a thought dawned on him: usually when they suffered some kind of physical injury- the country itself would suffer too. But apparently, nothing so far had struck the country so-

"Ve~? Germany? What's that sound?" Italy asked.

He gestured Italy to be quiet with a single index finger and then he strained his ears to listen to what was coming. It was a rumbling sort of sound- one that was getting increasingly louder and louder, though had started out muffled. They were in the snowy mountains of Italy, so if Germany didn't know any better, then he'd have said it was a-

"Germany! Watch out!"

Germany turned around and there he saw it: the source of the ominous rumbling.

"Scheiβe!" He exclaimed.

Ermmm... I don't know what to say except... Cliffhanger?

I hope you enjoyed Part 1! Part 2 will be out soon hopefully! Also, would anyone else like me to add another pairing? So far I reckon I'd be able to work in Franada and/or Spamano but it all depends on what you guys want! I won't do it if it isn't a popular demand.

So please review! And tell me if you'd like another pairing in this thing!

Sayonara minna-san!

~Neko