Hetalia: Wishing Star

The time was WWII and Italy and Germany were on the edge of British territory. It was night time and everything was quiet at the moment.

Germany had set up a tent in the dark green forest and had a small campfire going so he could cook for Italy and himself. They sat on crates and weren't talking. Germany had insisted they remain silent so that the Allied Forces wouldn't find them.

Italy was looking up into the sky. The stars were really bright that night because they were far away from any industrialized city or town. He was actually having a good time despite the fact that he had to be quiet. He wished that they were simply on a camping trip and were roasting marshmallows.

Japan came out of the tent and sat beside Italy on the remaining crate. "Still no sign of the enemy?" he asked them. This time, Japan was joining them against the enemy lines.

"I haven't noticed anything except that silly night owl, hoot." Italy smiled, but if he was alone, he'd probably think that 'silly' night owl was pretty scary.

"Yes, the natural sounds of the night prove that the enemy isn't moving," Germany agreed, but added, "still, we can't be too careful."

"Yes," Japan said as he poured himself a bowl of stew from the campfire pot.

After they had eaten, Japan cleaned up their supplies and decided to turn in.

Italy sighed. "Hey, Germany? How long do you think this war will last?"

Germany stared at the fire flames as if he was deep in thought at that question. "It's hard to tell."

"I hope it doesn't go on much longer," Italy was complaining, "I'm getting tired of fighting and I'm also getting blisters in strange places."

Germany shook his head. "Why do you have to say weird things like that?"

"I don't know," Italy said, smiling. "I guess I feel like I can tell you everything."

"There are some things I don't want to hear," Germany remarked, "and what worries me is that you also would tell the enemy anything."

Italy leaned back. "Hmm, you may be right about that." He chuckled.

"That's not the right response to the question," Germany tried not to yell, but it came out pretty loud. He sighed. "We'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Yeah," Italy closed his eyes. "That would be pretty scary, even if they decide to throw me back again."

I guess the scariest thing about this war is that I'm stuck with him for the remainder of it, Germany groaned internally. But in truth he was actually glad to have a comrade, even if he was worthless in everything except making pasta. Besides, he could rely on Japan in a desperate situation.

Italy continued to watch the sky and Germany found that he was also watching the stars. They had returned to silence. Then, a shooting star flashed across the night sky so quickly that if someone closed their eyes for a moment, they would have missed it.

"Did you see that, Germany?" Italy grew excited. "A wishing star!"

"Again?" asked Germany. Last time he tried to make a wish and it didn't come true; however, Italy's wish did come true. Germany decided that he would try again, even though he knew it wouldn't work. Please let Italy grow up and act more serious like me. Also, help him to be a better fighter like me and not blabber information to the enemy.

A star fell from the sky after Germany made his wish.

"You killed it!" Italy screamed so loud that Japan came running out of the tent, sword drawn, in his undershirt and shorts.

Germany stared in disbelief at the sky. "There's no way…"

"What happened?" Japan looked at the two for answers.

Italy's face was dripping with tears, "I think Germany killed someone!"

"I did not!" Germany protested. "I'm not sure what happened, but a star just fell from the sky."

"We should go find it!" Japan said in excitement. "I always wanted to know what stars look like."

"Maybe it's still breathing!" Italy was still freaking out.

"It's not a person nor is it alive, Italy," Germany said, "it's a rock."

"So it is dead?" Italy whined.

"Forget it," Germany gave up. "Japan is right, we should go find it."

"Dude, did you see that?!" America shouted and pointed up at the sky.

"I am seeing nothing," Russia replied, he put his hand over his forehead and squinted his eyes.

"Well, I saw it!" China said as he put his wok pan down. "A star fell from the sky!"

Britain automatically shielded his head and protested, "Is it coming this way?! I don't want another headache!" Last time something like this happened, Britain had to go home and endure America's constant teasing all the way back. Britain has a star-head, Britain has a star-head, rang in his ears.

France pushed Britain aside and put his hands together as if he was praying. His eyes gleamed in reflection of the night sky. "It was so beautiful! A star that fell from the heights of heaven…!"

"Does my suffering amuse you?" Britain knocked France over the head, "this isn't a poetry club or a soap opera! Shut up and let's go find it! I want to get back at those stars – always mocking my pain…kind of like you."

"Ow! Stop hitting me!" France cried, but he turned around and he and Britain started to strangle each other.

"Aiya!" China sighed. "Didn't they just say we should go find it? Honestly, Westerners are so contradictory."

Russia started walking towards the forest, and everyone stopped to watch him.

"What are you doing?!" China protested. "That's enemy territory! You crazy want to get head shot off?"

Russia turned and smiled at his allies, "I'm going to do finding." He then continued walking, but cocked his gun for readiness.

"Dude, we'd better help him or he might accidentally shoot himself," America suggested. "Besides, I wanna see the shiny star, too."

"Yes," France dropped Britain (what, he was actually winning?) and joined America and Russia in their quest. Britain pushed himself off of the ground and growled.

"H-hey!" China stumbled to join them. "I am coming, too! Do not leave me alone wif him!"

"With me?!" Britain got to his feet and ran after them. "I'll have you know that I am coming along as well!"

This left their camp and their territory unguarded, but they didn't seem to take notice. They bickered as the light of the campfire grew dimmer and dimmer.

But someone was still sitting alone at the campfire. "No one asked me if I wanted to come along," the meek-voiced Canada said in disappointment.

"Dude, I forgot my nightlight – I mean flashlight!" America grew worried. "How are we supposed to see anything out here?"

"Aw, poor America is afraid of the dark?" Britain said in a teasing way.

"No way," America protested, "heroes are never afraid!"

A small light flashed upwards, shining bright in the surrounding darkness, and it made everyone flinch. Two eyes shone intently at them all and the face before them was a ghostly white. There seemed to be a lurking purple aura in the air around the now-bright figure before them. It was sinister and glaring. Everyone let out a scream, including Britain and America, who 'weren't afraid of the dark,' but said nothing about ghosts. After a moment of scrambling and running around screaming, they all calmed down a little. It was just Russia shining the flashlight on his face. "I brought a light so you guys can see," he said. They were running around like ants who needed a strong ruler to crush them under boot.

America was the first brave enough to speak up, but his voice was still shaky, "uh, cool, man, but you don't need it to see?"

Russia was calm through all of the commotion, of course, and just said as he handed America the light, "I am used to being in the dark, so you shouldn't worry about me."

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me," Britain mumbled. Russia always ruined his spells and schemes.

"Please do not do that again!" France was still trying to recover from the scare, "I thought you were some evil being trying to bring justice down on us, or something!"

"Oh, don't worry about that," Russia turned and continued to lead the way, "it will happen soon enough."

"NO NO!" France screamed, "Don't do this to me!" He was pulling on his hair and cowering.

"Get a grip, France," Britain tried to pry him out of his fit, "I know Russia is creepy, but you're acting even more ridiculous, chap!"

"Britain, are you so blind? Can't you see?" France pulled Britain closer so Russia couldn't hear, "he's probably leading us into a trap! How do we know he didn't make the star fall down?!"

Britain had to admit that France was onto something. "By George! He could stab us in the back!"

"SHHH!" France hissed. "Why don't you tell America to lead us from now on?"

"Right-o," Britain agreed, but then realized what France had said, "why do you want him to lead?!"

"He's the only one Russia listens to," France reminded him.

"I think 'tolerates' is the correct word." Britain had to admit again that France had a valid point. Why is he the one coming up with all the answers, usually he's drunk and can't even walk straight. I can't believe I'm taking orders from that Frog. But he found himself tapping America on the shoulder to lead nonetheless. I can't believe I'm resorting to these drastic measures, but I'm too much on edge to deal with Russia right now…

Please continue to Chapter two if you like it. :)