Hi everyone! This is my first translation ever. I'm not a native English speaker, so, please, if there's any mistake, tell me so that I cant correct it.

I hope you enjoy it.

Translator's disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, nor this story. Unbelievable, uh? xD

Author's disclaimer: I'm not Himaruya, so I don't own Hetaila. It's sad, but the truth~

Warnings (in this chapter): Dirty words that good children shouldn't say~

Giving up was for cowards. And Gilbert Beilshmidt, of course, considered that the key of success was perseverance. Yes, he remembered that in the seven years war nobody bet a penny on him; he won. Those times were as awesome as a birdie! Then, when Russia took him (in other words, he kidnapped him in a bad way), his maximum goal was stealing Hungary's bra; he stole it. As the time went by, his aims were more pathetic before the other nation's eyes. At that time, his objective was sitting down at his good friend Spain's side in that conference.

But obviously, there always had to be the typical pain in the ass which was annoying him all the time. In that case, that terrible pain was called Lovino Vargas. The Italian was almost sit at the Spaniard's side when Gilbert, in the time that a humming bird last in flap its wings, appeared out of nowhere and snatched him the chair. He stuck his tongue out. Nevertheless, South Italy was also rather stubborn, so he grabbed the chair on one side and pulled it. France and Spain were too busy chatting about their nonsense to realize how the situation was.

'Drop it, fuck! I came before!' Lovino shouted furiously.

'Don`t even dream it, brat!' he pulled it rather hard. 'I took the chair before!'

'But why the fuck do you come to the conference if you're not a country?'Lovino was already red because of the furious.

'Because I just fucking want!' he frowned. Such a jerk, my God 'And drop it already!'

'Hey, guys, what are you doing?' Spain asked, pulling a curious face.

'Oh, Toño!' Gilbert cried, amazed. He knew that now his friend would help him and get him a place where sitting. That blessed Spaniard. 'Tell to that crazy Italian to let me the chair!'

Antonio was doubtful. He didn`t know why those two were grabbing a chair, but they seemed to be having fun. On their own way, of course.

'Lovi, sit down at my side' he crooned, with a huge smile.

'I can't, your friend doesn't let me' he talked back, folding his arms.

'Gil, c'mon, let him getting the place' he said him happily, and with a hint of condescension.

'And where do I sit down' he asked annoyed, and, at the bottom, hurt.

'Well, at Francis' side'

'But if he is sitting down in a corner!' he pointed at the Frenchman, who was having a quick glance at him. 'How the hell do you want me to do it!'

'You can take a stool, Gilbo' Francis winked at him, 'or you can sit directly on my lap'

Shocked, Prussia drop the chair and Lovino took advantage of that to sit at his guardian's side. The albino couldn't believe it. The damn Antonio preferred the company of that bitter Italian before than his own company. And also he had suggested him sitting at that frog's side! Damn Spaniard. Damn frog. Damn Italian. Damn everyone. They weren't worthy of talking to someone as awesome as him, of course not! After all, he was awesome and shouldn't go around with that kind of people.

With a little tear on his eye caused by some mysterious substance (obviously, he wasn't crying), Gilbert searched around the room for a free place to sit. Germany was the one who was going to give the talk, so he was rejected. The sissy aristocrat was sat next to the evil beast of Hungary, so that option was also discarded. And all of a sudden, as if it was a divine appearance, he saw how a brown very particular haircurl was dancing in the air. Prussia's face lighted up, completely dazzled seeing that person with a free chair at his side.

'Feliiiii!' he ran towards him in slow-motion, with a stupid smile in his face.' Feliiii!'

The person in question just wave Germany's big brother. Although Ludwig always said him that his brother was a bit weird, the truth is that he didn't seem to be a bad guy. In fact, he was rather nice… sometimes, of course.

'You aren't going to believe it, Feli, but your brother took my place' he pouted, completely indignant. Life wasn't fair ,'do you think it's normal, ah, do you think?

'Ve, no way!' he was surprised. 'What's happened?'

Prussia got ready to tell him without missing a thing about everything that had happened minutes ago. Lovino's overprotective instinct suddenly turned on. Somebody was near his brother. Somebody evil. Indeed, he had a quick glance at his brother—who was virtually at the other side of the room— and he realized that the fucking potato-bastard was at his side. He frowned and talked with Antonio who, after hesitating for a moment, nodded with a radiant smile. Both of them got up an approached the place where North Italy and his partner were.

'Oh. ¡Brother! ¡Uncle Spain!' North Italy exclaimed with a smile.

'Hi, Feli! I'm glad to see you!' he answered the same way. 'Oh, Gil, Lovi has said that he wouldn't mind change places with you. Do you come with Francis and me?'

'No way' he said, surprisingly fast. 'Nobody rejects this awesome server. Moreover, I'm happy here with Feli.'

'Yeah, right' the older of the Vargas tried to push him off the seat. 'Go away with your stupid friends and let me sit with my brother!'

'No fucking way! You preferred being with Toño!' he got rid of him. 'Live with the consequences!'

Lovino's bloodshot eyes fixed on the albino. Antonio, as a precautionary measure, moved away some centimeters from the Italian.

'Feli, which one do you prefer to sit?' asked Spain, smiling as always.

Both Prussia and Romano observed Spain with curiosity. For once he had a reasonable idea. Miracle!

'Obviously, he prefers to be with my awesome person.

'What are you saying, loser. I'm his brother and he prefers to be with me. Right, Feliciano?

The poor Italian didn't know what to say. Although he loved his brother a lot, the truth was that he scared him a lot, especially when he got angry that way. On the other hand, Ludwig's brother was weird and sometimes upset him a little. What should he do?

'Ve, I…' He looked everywhere, looking for help.

'Decided, I'll sit with him!' The Prussian announced to all and sundry, grabbing young's right arm.

'Don´t even believed that!' he clutched to Italy's other arm. 'Feliciano will be with me!'

And both began to pull of Feliciano, as if he was a rope. Antonio tried to put some common sense in the minds of those two, but that a crazy person tries to calm down other crazy people never works. Lovino's instinct turned on again. He looked at Feliciano. He was still shaking like a leaf, but he was almost sure that it wasn't his overprotective instinct which had got turned on. He stared Spain. There was the problem! Taking advantage of all the chaos generated, Farnce had already got up and had got near his friend the stealthiest way he could, touching him up discreetly under the shirt. Seeing that , Lovino dropped his brother all of a sudden. France realized that the older Italian had caught him, but far from getting panicked, he coughed and put an elegant and intelligent pose ( thus, without putting his hand off Antonio's torso)

'Guys, guys, calm down' he said, with a calm air. 'Do you know how we solve the problems in my land?

'With pasta?' asked the Italian innocently, hopeful.

'No'

'With strikes?'

'Apart from that, Toño'

While they were trying to find the answer, Germany got ready to begin the conference, although he was being bothering by that difficult and noisy group, which was also standing, what was alarming rude.

'You!, sit down immediately!' he raised his voice so they could hear him. 'The meeting is going to begin and…'

'Because I know that you aren't going to get it right in your life' he stopped to increase the inexistent tension. 'I'll give you the answer'

'I am telling you to sit!' Ludwig insisted, angrier than before. 'May you want to hear me?'

'The best way of resolution a conflict is by a competition!' the Frenchman announced to all and sundry in order to catch everyone's attention.

'France, I am asking for silence' the Germanic continued, although he was conscious that hardly a soul was listening to him.

'A competition?' asked Gilbert, a little confused

'Exactly. You, Lovino Vargas, and you, Gilbo, should compete for a sit.' He smiled, satisfied.

'I like your way of thinking, frog!' Gilbert was putting his sleeves up, anxious for hitting the Italian, who was already hidden behind Spain, looking for protection.

'Not so fast!' Francis interrupted. 'This isn't about fighting like baboons! I mean a dignified competition, team work!'

'Continue…' the Prussian mumbled, more interested in, if possible.

'No, he is not going to continue' Germany protested. 'We are in the middle of a meeting, do you remember? Let the gossip for later.'

'What?' Belgium complained. 'This is getting really interesting! I want to know what the competition is about.'

Some nations supported the Belgian, so that Germany, with all his sorrow, had to give them five minutes (timed, thus) so the Frenchman put in common his ideas about how Lovino and Gilbert should meet. Every country stared at them, some of them even open-mouthed, because only his voice could be heard. You couldn't hear even a pin drop, with got Germany furious in a bad way. How could be possible that for some responsible nations that childish game was more important that the economic crisis. That was unbelievable!

…But now he was also feeling curious.

'Look, my idea is that Gilbert and Lovino set up two teams!' Francis was speaking slowly, pronouncing each one of the words with perfect diction. 'Each team would be formed by three people, without counting their respective captains, of course.

'Such a fucking shit. Don't count on me' Romano grumbled

'You're scared! Kesesesese! I already knew that I inspired too much respect, brat!

'Shut up now, damn it'

'I haven't finished yet, guys' France coughed and continued. 'There will be four tests, not one less, not one more. I promise to organize the event, the only thing I need now is a neutral arbitrator to help me.'

Hearing the word "neutral", everybody stared at Switzerland, who felt embarrassed instantly. He didn't want to take part of that circus! He hardly knew what the hell he was doing in an economic meeting, so that he even had to do such a stupid and trivial task.

'I see that the young Switzerland offers himself volunteer' France said with an evil smile. 'I promise you that we will work side by side, petit suisse.

'Don't involve me in your fiddle!'

'Why not, little brother?' Liechtenstein was slightly exited with the project. 'It seems funny.'

The Switzerland man got blushed fast. Well, if to Liechtenstein that was fine, why shouldn't he try it? Moreover, seeing the other nations humiliating each other wouldn't be so bad. It will surely be mucho more pleasant and productive that any meeting.

'That doesn't make any sense!' England was still against it. 'Can't we continue with the meeting?

'You're envy because you won't be able to participate in the project, aren't you?' France asked him evilly.

'W-what? Who said that I want to participate in that? Furthermore, why do you assume that I'm not going to participate?' he was contradicting himself, but he couldn't avoid it. He felt too many people staring at him.

'Even if you wanted to participate, I wouldn't let you.' France answered calm. No with that eyebrows'

Arthur was going to jump on him for such a free comment, but Germany got up and pointed out that the five minutes had already passed. All the presents, resigned and with a gloomy face had to put up with that interesting talk that Ludwig had to tell them. Nevertheless, everybody had the competition in mind, in special southern Italy's and a certain Prussian's, whom sometimes looked at each other, full of hatred. Moreover, in spite of the Italian, Prussia had ended sitting with Feliciano and himself with Antonio. Damn, he had to have chosen his brother's side on first place! If he had thought it deep at that moment, no one of the big headaches that were going to torment them would happen.

Suddenly, both Lovino and Gilbert got a Frenchmen's letter. He announce them that they had to choose their fellow team members as soon as possible. The Italian, more or less, already knew who he wanted to accompany him, but Gilbert's brain didn't seem to know what to do.

When that soporific talk had ended, Lovino and Gilbert ran towards Antonio fast, competing against each other to choose him before. He was Prussia's last hope! All of a sudden, Spain saw how his shoulders were roughly grabbed by a furious Italian and a panting Prussian. That make him feel uneasy.

'Take part in my team!' both exclaimed at the same time, resolutely.

'Ok' Antonio smiled

'Ok what?' asked Lovino. Both he and his enemy had delivered the question at the same time, so that answer was quite ambiguous.

'He is obviously referring at his old friend!' Prussia put an arm at the Spaniard's shoulder, smiling humorous. 'Right?'

'Oh, no, sure not' he moved the arm slowly, without stopping smiling. 'I meant that I would go with Lovi.'

'Swine Spaniard! It's the second time that you stand me up today!' Gilbert's pale face pouted again. 'Better, you are very weak, so I don't want you in my team!

Lovino went on looking for people for his team. He made a very small smile knowing that he could count on Antonio. "In your face, you Prussian bastard" he laughed for himself. When he saw Netherlands and Belgium far away, he felt he had to run towards them, because those two where the chosen ones to help him in the competition.

'Count on me!' Belgium exclaimed. 'Do you join it, little brother?

'I don't let you alone with those two even as a joke' he said annoyed, giving Lovino a disdainful look.

'Is that a yes…?' Romano asked, little intimidated.

'You can interpret it that way, yes.'

The Italian let out a big sigh of relief. Well, he had a real weigh off his mind. He didn't know at what point he had begun to get interested by the project, or better, get interested on beating Gilbert the cruelest and vilest way possible. The Prussian, on the other hand, hadn't any team member yet. Nevertheless, he already knew who were part of Romano's group, so now he had the opportunity to take members whose qualities where rather better than the Italian's fellows.

Lovino had chosen a tall, strong and blonde man, so Gilbert chose Ludwig for his group. Obviously, the German didn't willingly agree, not at all. He had to resign himself when his older brother threatened him to show everybody the kind of archives that he hid in his computer.

Next, the Italian had with him a woman. There, Gilbert didn't hesitate for even an instant. The most powerful woman in the world wasn't other than Hungary, who accepted completely happy…what was rather strange. Surely, that crazy woman had something to hide.

And at last, in the other group there was a fool: Antonio. Prussia had no option but take another weak idiot, in other words, Austria. Roderich complained at the beginning and answered with an empathic 'no', but by extortion he could add the Austrian to the group. Well, now everything was ready.

Gilbert smiled over-confident. He couldn't wait to taste the sickly sweet flavor of victory.

See you in chapter 2!