Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers or Hetalia: world Series even though if the author wants to give the ownership over to me as a birthday present that would be really cool! Also this is my first so go easy on me while reviewing (｡^‿◕｡) and thanks for reading you are so nice! Although the main character is my creation and the house the Akatsuki are living in. I've had this idea for awhile now actually XD and this is based on the outsiders, so I don't own that either S.E. Hinton dose.

Also if it's in Italic style it's an action or a sound such as knocking on a door or punching some one

If it's in bolded style then it's multiple people speaking at once

if it's been underlined its most likely something I'm saying or a chapter number or something like that

and if its been bolded and is in italic style someone is yelling really loud

thank you for reading this I didn't want to confuse you XD

Any way let's get started!

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Chapter One

"We won!" Germany panted," we beat the soviets…we stomped them—chased the right out of out territory."

Italy didn't even try to grin at him. "Useless…fighting's no good…."he was awful white.

Germany licked his lips nervously, "They're still righting editorials about you being a hero in the paper…" he was talking too fast and too calmly, "yeah they're calling you a hero and heroizin' all of us. We're all so proud of ya' buddy!"

Italy's eyes gleamed, Germany was proud of him. That's all he had ever wanted.

"Japan…."

I barely heard him, his voice was so soft and horse. I walked over and leaned down towards him to hear what he had to say. "Stay gold Kiku, stay gold…"

The pillow seemed to sink a little as Italy died... you hear about people looking peacefully asleep when they die. But they dont…Italy just looked…well dead. Like a cabdle with the flame gone. I tried to say something, but I couldn't.

Germany swallowed and reached out to play with Italy's curl. "never could get that curl to go away...that's what you get for trying to help people…you little punk…that's what you end up getting…"

Whirling suddenly, he slammed back against the wall. His face contracted in agony, as sweat streamed down it. "DAMNIT ITALY…" he begged, slaming his fist against the wall. Hammering it to make it obey his will.

"OH... DAMNIT ITALY…DON'T DIE…please…don't die…"

He suddenly turned and bolted through the door and down the hall.

TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER TWO….