Author: Okay, this starts out when America, both Italys, Japan, and Canada are kids. Just for the first chapter or more… It depends on how I write this.

So, these are my favorite couples for Axis Powers Hetalia. Enjoy.

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Chapter one: When they were younger…

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Arthur Kirkland walked silently down the stone pavement. His arm was wrapped and had a sling holding it. War wasn't a game that was won easily like chess. War had deception, traitors, but more importantly, hatred.

"Arthur!"

A little blonde haired kid ran up to the nation. Arthur bent down and was hugged. He liked something different then the everyday battles in Europe.

"Hello Al," Arthur smiled, "How are you?"

"Great!" The younger region smiled, "Though, it's been lonely without Matt though."

Matthew Williams and Alfred Jones were the North American siblings. Both were being fought over in Europe. Land, fame, religion, all things that the Europeans fought to posses and only the winner got to claim.

Matthew was a region that France and England fought to own. France was winning that brutal war right now. The two countries had agreed to leave things be for two days, one weekend, to visit the children they were raising.

"I got you a gift," Arthur summoned a package and presented it to the colony.

"Wow!" Alfred ripped the colorful packaging off of the box. He opened the lid and saw wooden soldiers.

"Each one has his own face," Arthur said, "It was custom made."

"Cool!" Alfred looked at his gift then back up to Arthur, "Are you okay?"

Kirkland shifted a bit. He knew that Alfred was referring to his arm. The British colony knew that there was a war in Europe, and didn't want to be in the hands of France.

"Everything is alright," Arthur reassured him, "Let's go inside."

"Okay," Alfred nodded.

They walked back to the house, hand in hand.

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"Matthew! Matthew, where are you?" The French man called out in concern, "Where could he be?"

"Francis?" A meek voice called out, "Is that you?"

A little boy walked out into the hallway, hugging tightly to his polar bear. His face brightened up when he saw the older nation.

"Francis!"

The young Canadian jumped and hugged France. Francis held the region and smiled, "How have you been Matthew?"

"Fine," Matthew nodded, "I didn't know that you were coming over here."

Francis just smiled, "But I am here now." And I don't want you to worry about the war.

The French man considered himself lucky. There weren't any visible scars showing like England's arm. Injuries were the last thing that Francis wanted to show Matthew.

The two walked over and sat on the couch. Matthew shyly talked about the happenings on his land and what went on in the house.

"Oh," Matthew smiled, "I got a letter from my brother yesterday. He's gotten better at writing and spelling, but his hand writing isn't so great."

Matthew laughed a bit.

That laughter was what Francis was fighting England over.

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The door opened with a creek. A sound that indicated someone was coming home. Lovino dropped his paintbrush into the cup of murky paint water and rushed towards the door. It could only be Antonio. It had to be Antonio. Lovino rushed out to the lobby and saw a dark figure.

"Antonio?" Lovino called out.

"It's me," The exhausted voice said.

The country ran over to the other, but then stopped and gasped. White bandages covered the older country. His left eye was hidden by the clean bandages and his arms were wrapped loosely.

"Are you okay?" Lovino frowned.

"I'm okay," Antonio replied.

"Liar…"

Tears trickled down the boy's cheeks. Spain was hurt. Spain got hurt from fighting for Italy. Romano looked at the other nation's armor. Blood splatters, cuts, rips, it told Lovino all he needed to know about what happened.

"Don't cry Lovino," the Spaniard pleaded, "Please…"

Guilt flooded through the past explorer. Because of this war… because of greed, because… because he was weak… Lovino was crying. How easily had everything slipped through his fingers? And now he bore the physical and mental scars of bloodshed.

"But you're hurt," Lovino cried.

A warm hand pressed against Spain's tanned skin.

Antonio looked at Lovino with his one eye, "I get what I deserve Romano. I'm taking the pain from you and your brother too."

"Why!" Lovino protested, "He was sent off to Austria… he left us here! I can fight! I really can!"

Spain sadly looked down at the boy. He wasn't the little kid Spain had brought to the tomato fields. He was a country. Southern Italy. Antonio patted Romano the head.

"I can't let you do that."

"Why not?" Lovino exclaimed, "I'm strong! I can withstand it!"

The Spaniard embraced the kid in his arms, "If anything happened to you, I'd never live it down Lovi."

The younger country felt his shirt get wet. Spain was crying.

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The snow fell lightly onto China. They sprinkled him softly without a sign of letting up. Five steps more and he'd be in Russia, just five. Wang Yao looked over to the other nation. It was just as cold there then where he stood. He shivered as a gust of icy wind blow past.

"Yao?"

"Hello Ivan," Yao said.

"Hello Yao," Ivan replied.

They were two feet apart now, looking at each other, freezing to their bones. Russia didn't say anything and Yao didn't want to say anything. Meeting like this were normal. Neither of them talked much. It was just a pass by, nothing to look forward to. They were both just silent.

"I have things to do," Russia said, "See you later."

"Bye," China said in return.

The two countries turned and walked away from each other. Neither of them looked back.

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"Please," Austria begged, "Just a little more time."

The brown-haired country rubbed his temples and sighed. Why did Prussia push him so hard to join, to fight? Roderich wasn't very good at any of it.

"Why do you even protest?" Prussia asked, "You're going to be invaded some day or another. With this treaty, I can secure you in my empire."

There was a silence. Elizaveta listened intently to the two men. She had to help Roderich, but it was useless to a nation like Prussia. She glanced down at the young Italy. He looked frightened and had little tears in his eyes.

"What's happening?" The child asked.

"shh," Elizaveta soothed, "It'll be okay Feliciano."

"Here are the papers Austria," Prussia said, giving the other country an ink written paper, "I have everything in my command. It's either me or Russia."

The red-eyed man smiled sadistically and placed the papers on the table. He walked out, passing Elizaveta and Feliciano on his way.

"How could that bastard be so heartless?" Roderich cursed, "Why is it always me?"

He slumped down in he chair and thought of what Prussia had said. He was right. Austria was going to get invaded.

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Author: So, yeah. This is the start. I'm going to fast forward this into after WWII. Okay? Good! The couplings will be:

America X England

France X Canada

Spain X Romano

Prussia X Austria

Turkey X Greece

Russia X China

Germany X Italy