Axis/Allied Hetalia—Lost Episodes.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN "HETALIA"! But, I did make up the "Fifty State Children" by myself—but nothing else unless stated otherwise!

SUMMARY: What would Hetlaia be like of America had 50 children to look after? And what if one of those children had to help him and his "Allied Buddies" win WW2? And what if that child fell for the enemy? "Axis/Allied Hetalia—Lost Episodes". In most all POV's; Action/drama/comedy/romance; Idea at where plots going. Will contain EPIC-NESS (You have been warned.)

~Allied HQ~

Virginia Susana Samantha Jones stood outside of the door where her father—America—holds meeting with his little "Allied Buddies". Ever since the start of the World Wars, America has been sending a lot of time in this room and less with his (HUGE!) family. Virginia has been trying to fill the void of an absent father, but it was now her turn to step in this "room-of-no-return". Virginia is America's oldest child—he chose her to help the Allies out of forty-nine others.

Virginia was going through the reasons why she shouldn't have been chosen when a voice interrupted her thoughts:

"Virginia…?" She looked up to see her Uncle England standing in front of the conference room door. "America's almost done introducing you. I'm surprised he didn't bring pictures and diagrams." He rolled his eyes. "And he's my brother…"

Virginia smiled. "I… Yeah, I guess I'm ready. Uh… he didn't say anything embarrassing… right?"

England smiled at his niece and shook his head. Virginia took a deep breath and nodded. Her Uncle opened he door and lead the girl inside to her temporary new life.

~Hetalia~

~Germany's Home~

"Germany! Germany! Egypt's beating me up—again—ow! Ouch! Stop! I surrender! Ow!" Germany hung up the phone.

"Ohhhhh…" He put his head in his hands. "What am I to do with Italy…?" A silent moment passed with no answer; Germany sighed.

"Germany-san? I heard you sigh in frustration," Germany sat up to see a black-haired man in his white uniform stand in the open doorway. His brown eyes were blank for the most part but showed a tad of worry in them. "Is there anything I could help you with?"

Germany waved a glowed hand in dismissal. "No, I've saved Italy before, I can do it again." The blond-haired, blue eyed man stood from his desk. "You can pick up this weeks groceries instead—saving Italy will prevent me form doing so." Japan bowed, accepting the quest. He followed Germany outside, then they parted to go their separate ways.

Japan walked silently to the store, looking at the list Germany handed him:

Milk, eggs, fruit (assortment), rice, butter,

tomatoes, vegetables (assortment),

sausage, … and pasta…

Japan wondered to himself why Germany didn't make Italy stop eating foods with tomatoes in them—apparently they make one lazy.

Japan headed to the back of the store where the cold food was. He'd then move up through the store to get everything else. Japan opened the cooler, took out the milk, eggs, and butter, and placed them into the basket.

~Allied Conference Room~

Virginia sat in the seat at the rectangle-shaped table that was across form the chalkboard where her father stood, explaining various random and worthless strategies for taking down the Axis Powers. She stopped listening to America after he suggested—for the fifth time—that he'd be the "hero" while everyone else basically did squat.

Virginia looked to her right to see China—a brown eyed, brown haired man who wore his hair in a ponytail—drawling on some paper and Russia—a white haired, violet eyed man who similes too much—sitting to China's right, well, smiling. Virginia's blue-green eyes wandered to her left to see France—a big pervert with blond hair that were to his shoulders—who's blue eyes were gazing at England—a blond haired, green eyed man who had weird eyebrows—who was humoring his younger brother America—a blue eyed, light-brown haired man with glasses—by paying some attention to him. America then asked if anyone had any questions.

Virginia raised her hand.

"Yes?" America was pleased that his daughter was participating.

"Why don't we just lure that Italy dude here with some past or whatever since you said that he likes that stuff, or something?" (Virginia at least half-paid attention.)

"We've tried that before," England spoke up. "We captured Germany too but they both escaped."

Virginia shrugged. "Just sayin'."

America hid his disappointment. "Ok, then, um, lunch break?"

Everyone looked at the wall clock—12:30. "Okay."

~Hetalia~

Still in Conference Room…~

"Oh, oh! We could go to this romantic place—"

"NO," the other males of the Allies vetoed France's idea of a place to eat—again.

France folded his arms and pouted—again—when America thought of something, "Hey, I know! What about that place where you can eat outdoors? The one with the great salad and chicken?"

"Oh," Russia spoke up, "doesn't it have a good selection of alcohols too?"

"That's the place! Oh, Virginia, you'll love it!"

Virginia had the sudden urge to say Booze and chicken—yep, my kind of place, but instead said, "Sounds cool."

Japan was walking down the crowded street with a brown paper bag full of food, Germany and Italy walking by his side.

"Italy…" Germany was saying to the little brunette boy, "why do you insist on wondering off and getting into trouble?"

Italy looked at the ground, sad. "You're always tough and strong and attacking other countries… But… but what do I do? I try, I really do Germany…"

Germany looked at the sad boy shocked, then gave him a sad smile and patted him on the back. Germany then noticed an absent member of the team and turned around to see Japan in a kind of trance.

Japan was rooted to a spot a ways away from his allies. He was stone still, staring at a beautiful brunette girl, who was sitting at an outdoor dining table, her blue green eyes scanning a menu in her hands. Her expression was hard, as if she was thinking hard about something—maybe the menu. Japan had noidea how long he stood staring.

"Um…" Germany walked over to his ally.

"JAPAN!" Italy waved a hand in front of the Japanese man's face. "Are you okaaaay?"

Japan blinked and shook his head. "What—?"

"You were… You seemed to be in a trance, or something…" Germany kept a fair distance from the man in question.

"Oh," Japan finally collected himself. "Yes, I am fine, thank you for your concern." But Japan wasn't quite ready to leave just yet… "Hey, why don't we eat here?"

Germany looked at Japan like he was loony. Italy cheered. "Yaaaaaaay! Oh can we Germany? Please? Please? Pleeeease?"

Germany still looked at Japan oddly when he said, "But we bought all this food…"

"OH PLEASE?" Italy kept begging. "OH PLEASE, OH PLEASE, OH PLLLLLEEEASE?'

"OH ALRIGHT!" Germany shouted. Italy cheered. "But, you have to put the food up!" Germany took the brown bag from Japan and shoved it in the cheering boys arms. "Now!"

Italy saluted Germany and took off.

Germany sighed and shook his head. He and Japan then walked to the four-person table next to the Mystery Girl's. Once seated (at the chair closest to the Girl), Japan noticed that she sat alone at a table that cold seat six. Japan wondered why she would sit alone at such a big table when five rowdy, laughing men came and sat down all around her. Japan's heart sunk.

The Allies.