Heaven. Specifically, Heaven for dead nations, was supposedly super wesome, filled with hot girls, booze, and all you can eat churros.

Holy Roman Empire however, did not agree with this. There was only thing he wanted, and that was to be with his darling lover, Italy. Sadly, Holy Rome thought that nations like himself did not get second chances at living. He thought it was a hopeless dream to walk among the living again, to hold hands with his beloved brunette.

Well, he thought wrong.

God got bored. And when God gets bored, shit gets real. And when shit gets real, shit get's real. So, the big man himself decided to send the blond young man back down to Earth without his consent.

And with that, the now 23 year old Lars Wielschmidt was shot down to earth faster and more violent then a French prostitute doing a blow job.

And that's fast.

Don't ask how I know.

"WOAH!" The blond haired man crashed into the mahogany table of the 230th World Meeting, which was taking place in Germany at this very moment. The table now had a huge hole in the middle, which resembled a butthole if you thought about it. The surprised faces of the nations surrounding were the first things he saw when finally got the splinters out of his face.

"...Uh, hello." He said shyly. Lars looked around, hoping to find a familiar face.

Thankfully, he found one.

But, Hungary found him first.

"HOLY ROME?!" Hungary screeched, possibly breaking Lars delicate ears. "OH MY GOD, IT IS YOU!" She swooped him up into a hug, avoiding any splintering from the broken table that may occur. Austria found no words at the supposedly dissolved countries appearance, as did the other countries around him.

"Um, Hungary, who...?" Germany, who sat at the front of the table, asked curiously. Holy Rome sounded familiar, a little bit too familiar. But, not like the way you think is familiar. He read it in a history book not too long ago, and remembered Austria rambling about him to Hungary one day. But why did he look so... So much like Germany himself?!

"This..." She started, "this, Germany, is Holy Rome. The Holy Roman Empire."

Gasps filled the room. "Wasn't he supposed to have died?" "Maybe it's an illusion..." "Didn't she touch him?" "Hehe, touched." "ZOMBIES!" Barely a word could be made out over the commotion.

"SHUT UP~!" The German the head of the splintered table ordered, and the entire room quieted. "Gut," the blond held the bridge of his nose, "now, explain how you got here and why, Mr. Holy Roman Empire."

"I don't know the answers to either of those questions," he replied, "and call me Lars. Lars Weilschmidt." The German cocked his head at the last name, but said nothing about it. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter, since you're stuck here. Hungary, go and-"

"GOOD MORNING EVERYONE!"

The entire crowd of peolple turned their heads to see two brunettes enter the room. One dark haired, high heel wearing Italian walked in, following a lighter haired, ovbiously less then half a millimeter taller Italian who's grin lit up the entire room.

For about five seconds.

"Feli, wait!" The green eyed women called, but it was too late. Just as the light haired brunette was about to give another greeting, his eyes locked with the blond ex-country's. His eyes like saucers, he slowly advanced on the blue eyed man.

"I-Italia," he stuttered, trying to find the words, the words he had been planning to say ever since he left for the war.

"I have returned-"

SLAP!

His words died as a small hand came in contact with his face.

"YOU LIED!" The Italian's voice went squeaky, and was out of characterly filled with hate. "I HATE YOU, YOU BASTARD!" Brown eyes filled with tears, he turned his heel and ran out the door. "Feliciano!" Lovino called, yet did not run after him. His brother, though younger, was MUCH faster then him, especially in great distress.

The room was quiet for what seemed like hours. Lars, who had not turned his head to face where it had originally been, stood there in shock. Austria had spit out his coffee all over Switzerland when Feliciano took out his undying rage against his childhood love, but the Swiss man did not move an inch, just as shocked as everyone in the room.

"Well," Prussia started, breaking the silence, "that escalated quickly." An awkwad aura filled the room, and Germany "ahem'd", feelinng uncomfortable. The years he had been with the Italian, he had NEVER witnessed such behaivor. Well, except that one time where Pookie had eaten all the pasta- THERE WAS NO TIME FOR THAT! He shook his head rapidly, shuffling his papers together. He had to take control of the situation now! Or, someone might just lose their shit and disrupt the meeting even further.

Well, a moments realizatiln came a moment too late for this German.

"You goddamn bastard!" Romano rung Lars neck, slamming him against the wall. He gripped his collar violently, a sudden adrenaline running all over his body. "How DARE you make mio fratello cry! That's my job and no one elses!" That was the thing with Romano. He insults his brother, someone agrees, all hell breaks lose. Even close "friends" needed to watch what they said around the tempermental Italian.

"I-I..." Lars coudn't answer, his mind clouded with confusion. If his darling Italia still loved him, why slap him? But wait what if she DIDN'T love him?" Worry flooded his body japanese girls panties when watching reverse harem anime.

"Romano, calm down!" Spain took Romano under the arms and dragges him away, trying to avoid his kicking and block out his screaming. Holy Rome fell to the ground, leaning against the wall. Hungary rushed over to him, and Austria casually followed behind. But the blond didn't notice, and his hand subconsciously put his hand on the red area of his face.

Did Italia not love him anymore?

Did Italia have eyes for another?

Did Italia... Hate him?

And there concludes the first chapter! I can't help but feel Venenziano getting angry if Holy Rome ever returned. I know Himaruya said Chibitalia would be getting a haply ending, but it's canon that Holy Rome never wrote, so there's at least ONE thing to be mad about! Aaaaanyway, thanks for reading and I hope you look forward to the second chapter! I'd be grateful for a review!