Reflection of Myself

This is an idea I had after reading a few Hetalia fanfictions… Enjoy!

Summary: Canada is NOTICED. France is HIDEOUS. Britain CAN COOK. Holy ****! It's the apocalypse!

I do not own Hetalia. Hetalia: Axis Powers, Hetalia: World Series, and the Hetalia: Axis Powers manga all belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Thanks to him we have an awesome comedy to enjoy while learning history!

:D

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It was a peaceful morning in Germany's house. Prussia slept soundly on the couch while his brother resided up stairs. Like Italy did every night, he snuck into the household without being noticed.

The night before was insane. Germany, Italy, Romano, Prussia, England, and America had all decided to go to a local bar and have a few rounds of drinks. Three shots became six and six became nine. Before they knew it, all of them were ****-faced drunk.

Germany groaned as he woke up. He had a splitting headache, a for sure sign of hangover. Even for him, he drank too much.

The country was surprised to find his bathroom light on. Standing up, he trudged over to the open door.

There lied Italy, clutching onto the toilet and sleeping soundly. Germany sighed and carried him to his bed.

Germany left him resting under warm comforters as he went down stairs.

He began making breakfast when Prussia entered the kitchen. Apparently, his brother did not get hangovers as easily as him.

The albino smirked and looked over at Germany.

"Good morning, Bruda. Head hurting?"

"Like ****…" Germany clutched his head as he fried bacon.

"No worries!" Prussia held a thumbs up. "The awesome me makes a killer cure for hangovers." Germany remained silent as his brother whipped up an odd brew. The outcome was a sick brown. Germany cringed at the sight. "Drink up, or I'll force it down your throat." He urged him to drink, placing the cup in his hand. Germany took a sip and nearly threw up all over again. Prussia burst out laughing at this.

Soft thumping came from above. Soon after, Italy walked down stairs, silently yawning. His bed head was shaggy and unkempt. He combed it absent mindedly with his hand. Germany happened to the notice him.

"Ah! Good morning, Italy."

Italy just nodded his head. The German brothers quirked an eye brow. The Italian country passed them and sat at the breakfast bar, kicking his feet back and forth.

"Italy, are you alright?"

"Absolutely fine…" Italy broke off a piece of his toast and threw the rest of it harshly back onto his plate. The brothers looked at one another then back at Italy.

"Are you feeling okay?"

"I feel like ****!" He took a long swig from his orange juice and slammed it on the counter. The usually upbeat, pasta loving country had vanished, and a stressed young man had replaced him.

By this point, the only thing passing through the other two's minds were, 'What the ****!?'

"Why would that be?" Italy looked at Germany angrily. Oddly, a shiver ran down the other two's spines.

"You mean to tell me you have forgotten all about yesterday evening!?" He looked ticked. Prussia replied back this time.

"Of course not, Italy!" The brunette crossed his arms.

"Oh! So now you're talking to me? **** of a time to start!"

"Huh!?"

"And I'm still angry at you for not saying anything!" He pointed at Prussia accusingly. "Plus, where is your glasses?" This furthered the Prussian's confusion.

While all of this was taking place, Germany was about to go insane. What happened to the sweet and innocent Italy he knew? Where did the man who's favorite phrases were "Ve~!" and "Ciao!" go? The man before him swore worse than Romano on a bad day.

There was a ring of the doorbell that only Germany noticed. The other two continued to fight.

The blonde promptly answered the door to find Japan standing there.

"Ohayo gozaimasu, Germany-san."

"Good morning to you too, Japan. What brings you here?" He smiled nervously and raised his arm to block the view behind him. He laughed nervously. Japan glanced over Germany's shoulder then back to the man's face.

"The other day when I visited, I happened to leave one of my prized recipe books."

"Really? Then you stay here while I go fetch it for you. Uh… What does it look like?" Japan furrowed his brow in confusion.

"It's rather complicated in design, so allow me to help look." Germany felt a cold sweat form on the back of his neck.

"Actually, Japan, my place is a total mess because I wasn't expecting company…"

"Oh, I don't mind." Germany was becoming flustered, and he didn't know what else to tell Japan. Prussia could now be heard yelling in the background.

"Is Prussia-san there?" The blonde man produced a "Gack!" sound at him being found out. "May I come in? I have a message for him anyway." At that moment, Germany gave up. Moving aside, he let the Asian country in.

Both of them walked to the kitchen to see Italy and Prussia still arguing. Italy became silent when he noticed Japan. He quirked an eyebrow.

"Oh great… Now I have to deal with him." Italy whispered only to himself.

"Ohayo gozaimasu, Italy-kun." He nodded to the brunette then did the same to Prussia.

"Spare the formalities; will ya, Japan?" The albino waved his hand in the air.

Italy just stood there utterly confused, He walked over to Japan, weird stares following him. That was when he spoke.

"Tell me. How many women in America usually go skinny dipping in one year?" Everyone's jaws dropped, and Japan went red. He began stuttering.

"Ex-Excuse me?" He looked like he had seen a ghost.

"You heard me!" Italy had a stern look on his face.

"How would I ever know such a thing!?" He turned to the others. "Pardon me for asking, but what is going on?" Strangely, Italy replied back.

"I should be asking the same thing! All of you are acting weird."

Germany butted in. "What do you mean we are? You're the one who is odd!" He pointed at the brunette.

Anger flashed on Italy's face as he grabbed Germany by the collar.

"What do you mean by that, Pompinara*!?"

"Exactly what I said, Blvdes Arschloch*!"

Suddenly the door burst open, revealing England and America panting. England was the first to speak.

"You're not going to believe this…"

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(A.N) ***** ******- Italian

*stupid ***hole- German

Alright so that was the first chapter. I hope everyone has enjoyed it. Look forward to chapter two! REVIEW!