Hey hey! This is my first Hetalia fic, and it's gonna be a long project. I know for sure that I will slack off, so there will be a long gap of anxious waiting. But I can assure you, it's all worth it.

Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Pairings: Mainly GerIta, but a lot are gonna be coming at you
Rating: M
Warning: Smut, romance, violence, reference to alcohol

We Are Nations

Chapter 1

Bleeding Peace

September 1, 1939 (this scene is based off the doujinshi, "1939")

The metallic clanging of Poland's body against a dusty cement floor reverberated in the dim-lit chamber. Poland's viridian eyes flashed with panic as he tensed at the nation looming above him. The taller nation had a grim and humorless expression on his face as he proceeded to pull Poland up by the chest of his military jacket.

"You are going to surrender to me, Poland." His ice-blue eyes shined with hostility.

"Like...never," Poland tried to struggle free of the nation's grasp, but instead he was met with a knife.

"Oh really now? It that how you're going to play? Well, then..." The larger nation, without warning, threw the childlike nation across the room, slightly stunning him. Poland lay on his back, huffing warm puffs of breath into the frosty air, his blonde locks now disordered, almost like the turmoil of emotions inside the more powerful nation. Poland rolled to his side and coughed up a crimson fluid, spattering over the dull gray floor. The superior nation stepped backward as droplets of blood hit his coat.

"Your filthy blood stained my uniform, Untermensch." Poland wiped some of the blood from his mouth.

"Like it's my problem." Poland quickly avoided the nation's grasp and dialed England's phone number. England answered.

"Hello? Look, if this is who is usually is, we're still waiting for a response for withdrawal..."

"England! This is Poland! He's at my house, right now! He's right here!" The nation punched Poland to the ground, making the phone fall out of his hands, dangling from its wire.

"If you put up a fight, you will face the consequences of our chief. ...He only wishes that we receive more living space. People of my nation are entitled to receiving the best. We are, after all, the master race of all mankind." Poland's eyes widened and he unknowingly shrunk away from the controlling nation.

"And you're just an obstacle I've got to clear." The traumatized nation stared emotionlessly at the wall across from him. "Once again, you don't have to suffer. Will you surrender?" The nation pried once more.

"Absolutely not. I'm...I'm not going to lose to a mindless puppet being controlled by some big shot-" The blue-eyed nation gave a swift kick to Poland's chest, knocking the wind out of him. The larger nation firmly rested his foot on Poland's torso.

"Could...could you repeat that for me? I didn't quite catch it the first time..."

"I..." Poland coughed more blood before continuing.

"I said...especially not to a mindless puppet, controlled-" A sickening snap halted Poland's voice.

"Hey France...we've got to help him. Now." England dampened the sound of the screaming phone as France rushed to England's side. France lowered his head.

"We...we don't have enough troops. We didn't think he would..."

"You dummkopf! You don't know the hell I've been through! The Treaty of Versailles! The reparations! The territorial losses! The fallen economy! The suffering! My boss is helping us rebuild our supremacy and bringing back our glory! I dare say he has the power to rival a god...don't you ever talk about him like that!" The nation barked once again at Poland, who only replied with muffled cries, for his mouth was covered with the blue-eyed country's hand. Yet Poland still found the strength to sink his teeth into the stronger nation's hand, making him flinch back. The country, emerald eyes gleaming with rebellion, spat a foamy scarlet liquid onto the stronger nation's jacket. His teal eyes narrowed.

"Bastard...you'll regret doing that." The taller country thrust Poland to the ground, making the younger nation tremble.

"What are you-?"

"No, France...we won't survive against this kind of superpower. We won't stand a chance..." England paused to cringe at Poland's high-pitched screeches from the other line.

"NO! DON'T! Nn...England, France! Where are you? H-Help! NO! NOO!" France gripped England's shoulder tightly.

"We have to save him! We have a treaty!"

"I know that! But this is so unexpected...his boss is a traitor! I guess we were never safe from them..." England rubbed his eyebrows in worry.

"Yeah...he couldn't stop the requests. He kept demanding more... And we were foolish enough to agree, thinking to prevent war! But..." France was filled with anxiety. England brought the wired telephone to his face.

"Germany! This is too much! You'd better cut this out! Or else..." England strained to find a threat. Germany just snickered quietly.

"Or else what? I'll never back down." A growl arose in England's throat.

"France and I, England, declare war on you, Germany!"

"My, my...that's too bad. On a side note, I'm finishing up with Poland. I'm sure he'll be glad to tell you everything." Germany looked sensitively at Poland, whose whole body was stained with his own blood as he shivered.

"It's England and France. Have you got anything to say to them?" Germany challenged as Poland's shaky hand reached for the phone. Suddenly, footsteps were heard behind Poland.

"Hello there!" A cheerful voice sparked Poland's memory.

"Huh? You..." The polluted country swung his head around to see a nation adorning a scarf. Poland eyes filled with hope as he struggled across the blood-stained floor towards the smiling nation. Poland scrambled and hugged Russia's legs like a child seeking protection.

"Y-You're here to save me...I'm so glad!" Poland squeezed Russia's calves tightly.

"Hee hee...eh?" Russia looked confused. Poland ignored him and began talking.

"Russia, listen! Germany has like, gone totally wild! He like, beat-"

"You're late." Germany stated coldly. Poland froze.

"I'm greatly sorry, but I thought you could handle him for a while so he would be easier to conquer. His condition looks pretty bad, ne?" Russia beamed down at Poland, who stared at him in horror.

"Are you okay, Doitsu? Injuries?"

"Nothing much. Just a bruise here and there..." As Russia and Germany discussed, Poland just forced a laugh.

"This is just a joke, right? Like, Russia totally came here to save me...r-right?" Russia touched his palm to Poland's cheek.

"Oh Poland, why the long face? Didn't you hear? Germany's boss and my boss signed a non-aggression pact. If I help Germany torment you, I get the Three Baltics and you, sweetie." Poland's huge leaf-green eyes stared up at Russia in shock.

"So, my little one...how about you give up and save yourself even more suffering...ne?" Russia murmured, their faces inches away. Poland pulled away from Russia's hold.

"Forget it." He spat bitterly, turning his face away from Russia. The amethyst-eyed nation pinned both of Poland's arms to the ground, towering over him.

"Then...I'd like for Germany to leave the room. Will Germany come in if I call for him?" Russia glanced up at Germany, who looked nervous about the array of situations that played in his head.

"Sure, whatever..." Germany avoided Russia's gaze as he left the room. As Germany closed the door behind him, he could hear the rustling of clothing.

"NO! RUSSIA! WHY? STOP!" Poland's shrieks were chilling, but Germany blocked out his cries for help and waited. After about ten minutes, Russia called Germany back into the room. As Germany stepped in, he disregarded the naked nation curled up in only his undershirt and gloves, shaking uncontrollably. Poland instinctively whispered, "Why...why...?" as he watched Russia button his jacket, now slightly soiled.

"He's calmed down." Russia stated evenly.

"Good. Bring him here." Germany instructed, and Russia gingerly picked up the nation. Poland didn't resist, as he fell limp in Russia's arms, his head resting on Russia's chest.

"I'll double-check the forces if we're ready." France told England on the other side.

"Yeah..." England responded, still waiting for a signal from the other end. Just then, the telephone reacted.

"Hey!" A voice snapped. England became alert.

"Can you hear, England?" Germany's voice inquired.

"Now, little Poland. Do you surrender? No answer means 'yes'." Russia's honey-sweet voice melted into the phone. England became impatient. "Y-Yes?"

"Listen up." Germany commanded. He then brought the phone to Poland's face. Poland just shivered and curled even more into Russia's grasp.

"...There you have it." The phone clicked off, England's light green eyes filled with melancholy.

"England, we still don't-"

"France," England started, France leaning in with attentiveness. "Germany...has an overwhelming amount of power."

"...Iggy?"

Yay, how'd you like the first chapter, aru? I hope you continue to read! Reviews are love, aru! ^^