Me: I don't own Hetalia. If I did then Germany being Holy Rome would be canon and not just everyone hoping so.

Spain: And I would get more tomatoes.

Me:There's some in the refrigerator.

(Spain runs out of the room in the direction of the kitchen)


"Okay, is everyone here? England?" America asked as the meeting was called to order.

"Present," England responded.

"China?"

"Panda."

"Russia?"

"Da,"

"France?
"Oui."

"And of course the Hero is here. Now that that's settled lets get down to business. Who want's to start?"

"I will," England stood from his seat and moved to the front of the room, taking America's place. "I believe this war has been going on for far too long. We need to stop the Axis before they can advance any farther than they have. Who agrees?" England asked.

The Allies all raised their hands and England began laying out the basics of his plan to stop Germany. Though with any meeting it was not long before a fight broke out between the group.

"This will never work, England!" America yelled in frustration.

"Of course it will you idiot," England yelled back in an equally loud and frustrated voice.

"No it won't," America retorted.

"And why not?" England asked.

"B- because..." America hesitated, "because it won't."

"That's not a real reason!"

This continued on in a similar manner to the other meetings leaving the nations frustrated until Russia pulled out his pip.

"Stop fighting, da?" He looked at the two who immediately stopped yelling. "Good, now sit down and let us make something we all agree on."

England and America both nodded before taking a seat at the table and looking at the large country. The group eventually settled on a day to attack and left the meeting before any more arguments could ensue.

Three Days Later

The Axis Powers were surrounded. The Allies had once again encircled the three nations.

"This is it! Just give up," the self- declared hero nation yelled. "We arn't leaving until this war is over!"

Germany drew his gun preparing for a fight, while Japan unsheathed his katana. When Italy saw Germany's gun he immediately began waving his white flag over his head.

"Please don't hurt me, I have relatives in your country. Don't hurt me, I'll make you pasta," Italy pleaded.

Italy, afraid the Allies would hurt him, tried to run out of the line of fire. France took this as an attempt of advancing and dove into the battle. Soon all the nations were absorbed with the battle and no one noticed Britain sneak out of the fight and circle it until he was behind Germany. No one but Italy, who watched in horror as the scone loving nation drew a gun and took aim at Germany, who did not notice the impending danger his life was in.

"Germany!" Italy yelled as he ran across the battlefield toward his friend. Their bodies collided and a single gunshot broke through the cacophony of the fighting nations effectively silencing them.

"Get off me," Germany grunted as he pulled himself out from under the limp form of Italy, "What were you thin-" Germany stopped mid- sentence when he saw the growing pool of blood forming under his friend.

Everyone watched silently as Germany cautiously rolled Italy onto his back and stared in horror at the amount of blood flowing from the gunshot wound in his side.

"Italy, wake up," Germany pleaded. He continued to beg Italy to wake up when a sled appeared on the horizon and flew right toward the solomon nations.

"Hey, are you guys fighting again?" Finland asked as he approached on his sled.

'Vat? Finland, vhat are you doing here?" Germany asked finally looking up from his the sleeping form of his friend.

"Is it Christmas already?" America asked in hopes of lightening the mood.

"No, I just enjoy flying sometimes," Finland responded.

"Mr. Finland, do you have a first- aid kit and some tools with you?" Japan politely asked.

"I do, why... oh I see."

Finland landed his sled and Japan ran over and grabbed the construction tools while the Nordic country ran to Italy's side with the first-aid kit in hand. He dropped to his knees by Germany, who promptly began cleaning and wrapping the injured country's side as best he could without increasing the blood flow.

"How is he doing?" Japan asked as he walked up with a makeshift stretcher in hand.

"His breathing is ragged, pulse is weak and he is losing a lot of blood."

Japan, Germany, and Finland carefully transferred Italy onto the stretcher Japan had prepared.

"If Italy dies I will personally kill whoever did this to him," Germany addressed the Allied nations.

The Allies watched as Germany and Japan gently lifted the stretcher with Italy on it and walked to the awaiting boat. As soon as the trio was out of sight everyone turned on England with angry glares.

"What the hell were you thinking?" America yelled at the British nation who sank to his knees with the gun limply held in his hand.

"I didn't mean to shoot Italy," England choked out.

"But you still shot him," Finland walked to the group of countries surrounding England.

"I meant to hit Germany," he whispered.

"That's no better," China stated.

"I'll restate Amerika's question, what the hell were you thinking?" Russia asked.

"I guess I wasn't thinking," England bowed his head.

"No you weren't," France said sadly.

"I just wanted the war to be over," he paused, "I didn't want this to happen...Oh, God if Germany knows I'm the one who did this he will kill me."

America shook his head in pity at his big brother and turned to go home, silently praying Italy wouldn't die. As much as England can be annoying and uptight he didn't want to see him get hurt.

"God, help us all if Italy dies," France muttered before he took leave from the heavy hearted group.

One by one each country left until only England remained, regretting what he did.

"I'm not much of a gentleman anymore, am I?" England questioned the deserted island before getting up and slumping off to his own boat.

At this time Romano was walking to Spain's house when he felt a sharp pain in his chest and dropped to his knees clutching his chest. Spain came running out of his house and to the side of his foul mouthed friend.

"What's wrong?" Spain asked worried for his friend.

"Veneziano," Romano gasp, "I have to get to the Potato Head's house."

"Wait! What happened, what's wrong with Italy?" Spain questioned before chasing after Romano.

Romano ran the whole way to Germany's house praying his brother was okay.

"I swear if Germany hurt Veneziano in any way I will kill him," he muttered to himself.

He picked up his pace when Germany's house came into view.

"Germany, let me in!" Romano banged on the front door of the German's house. "Maybe he's not home. Then where could my brother be?"

Romano turned his back to the door in exasperation when he saw Germany and Japan running up the path carrying something between them.

"Veneziano," he whispered. Before taking off down the path.

"What happened?" Romano shouted down the path.

"He was shot," Germany responded when they got in earshot of each other, "Take my key and unlock the door."

Romano stood frozen in place staring at the blood soaked uniform of his little brother wondering who could be so cruel as to shoot the cheery Italian nation.

"Take my keys and open the door before he loses even more blood. You can stare at him after we get him help," Germany commanded.

Romano was pulled from his depressing thoughts and opened the door to allow Germany and Japan to carry Italy's sleeping form into the house.

"Who shot my brother?"

"I don't know," Germany responded.

"How can you not know who put a hole in Veneziano's side!"

"Zey were behind me and Italy tackled me. There was no way that I could see who it was."

"Whatever," Romano replied before taking a seat in Germany's living room.

"What do you think you are doing?" Germany asked.

"I'm staying here to make sure my fatello is taken care of."

"Fine," Germany replied, he really didn't want to deal with this at the moment, "There's a room upstairs you can use."


So I don't know if this is any good. I hope it is. It's just something I thought up one day during school and started writing. I've actually worked ahead of what I posted in hopes of not falling behind. I'll post more after I see if anyone likes the plot line. So please review. :)