A/N: I have to thank my friend Aimtist for this one. We're both Finnish (so tell me if there is any mistakes!) and we spend a lot of time together with few of our other friends. This one time Aimtist was reading her history book. Then she started to wonder out loud why there read "paniikkihuoneet syntyivät Italiassa" (it means "panic rooms were invited in Italy" in Finnish) in the book. Well, in reality, there read "pankkihuoneet syntyivät Italiassa" (meaning "bank rooms were invited in Italy"). And as a new Hetalia-fan (then) I just had to write a fic about this :DD So, here it is! Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you can connect to Hetalia. I'm just having fun.

Basically, it was just a normal day in Italy's headquarters. The sun was shining; birds were singing outside, Italy was sleeping on his desk...

Wait, what?

Sure enough, the Northern Italy, also known as Feliciano, was drooling on his important looking papers while sleeping soundly.

But anything good can't last long – right?

Soon some assistant slammed the door of the office open yelling:

"England's army is coming!"

If that wouldn't have been able to wake up Italy, then nothing could have done it. He startled awake eyes – as strange as it sounds – wide open.

"Wha-wha-what?" he stuttered. The assistant handled a report to Italy. He read trough it quickly and then raised his gaze to the assistant just to notice that the man wasn't there anymore. Shaking a bit he put the report to the table and slowly started to walk around his office.

"Oh no, what am I gonna do know? England is scary – and strong! And his food is awful! Plus he always bullies me with France! The report says he's gonna be here somewhere around tomorrow afternoon, but I'm not ready!"

Still speaking out loud Italy started to walk a little bit faster.

"I'm sure that we don't have enough white flags to surrender either. What else can I do? We could try to hide somewhere, but I have pretty many men under my command so is there enough places to hide? I guess not."

Right then Italy's brother, Romano, stepped into the room.

"Yo, what are you doing?" he asked watching his nervous brother.

"Ah, fratello! We're in a big trouble; I heard that England's army is on its way to here! What are we going to do?" Feliciano explained starting to panic. Romano paled.

"Are you serious?! There's no way we could beat them! But... But do we have enough white flags?" Romano wondered as he also started to walk around the room.

"No! Nor places to hide! He's going to occupy us! And then we have to eat his horrible food! No more pasta!" Feliciano panicked waving his hands around himself looking like he's about to start flying.

"No more pasta?! NOOOO!" Romano screamed and started to run around the room. This only caused Feliciano panic even more.

Outside the office, not so far away in the hallway Germany rubbed his temples. He had received a phone call from a man working for Italy who asked him to come and help them to beat the English army.

Otherwise good, but right after he arrived there, they informed him that it was a false alarm. And now, he was on his way to tell this to Italy.

Standing right behind the office's door Germany heard loud yells and screams coming inside. Without bothering to knock he opened the door.

Oh what kind of scene he saw.

Both Feliciano and Romano were running around the room waving their hands just yelling something in Italian. Feliciano was nearly crying and Romano bumped many times to a wall.

Slowly Germany shut the door and walked away. After a few minutes he came back with a paper, a pen and some tape. He listened for a while. Yep, they were still yelling. He wrote a few words to the paper before he taped it to the door. He backed away few steps to make sure he wrote it correctly. Yeah, that's it. He turned and left the note there which said:

PANIC ROOM IN USE. DO NOT DISTURB.