He didn't remember much after that, other than a large flash of light. Then, the next thing he knew, he was on the ground and somebody was shaking him.

"Germany! Germany!"

"I don't think that shaking him like that will do much of anything, Italy-san."

"Kyahhh, then what am I supposed to do? ! I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sor-"

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Italy. He'll be just fine." Said a rustier voice. "Hey West, get your ass up. Now."

He felt somebody nudging him, but didn't get up.

"Here. let me try, comrade."

"Don't you dare touch my bruder, you icy prick!"

He felt somebody's back push against him protectively and heard creepy chuckling from not too far away.

"Um, Italy, are you alright?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" One of the voices continued to cry and Germany could feel his body being shaken more violently.

His brows furrowed as he felt an unbelievable amount of irritance wash over him. It felt strange though. More fueled in a way.

"Italy, calm down! Please!"

"Aww, why aren't you being any fun, Prussia? This isn't like you at all."

"Shut up!"

He felt the new feeling rise within him as the voices continued. Part of him just wanted them to stop, for they were annoying, but there was something else he wanted too...

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Italy, please!"

"Come on, just a little peek. I promise I won't leave anything out of place. At least not perminantly."

"I told you to back the fuck off! Or I- I- I'll..."

"Ah? What is it? I'd like to know."

"Italy! He's not in the state-"

"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T STOP BEING MY FRIEND, GERMANY! PLEASE! I'M SORRY! I'M SO SOR-" Suddenly, the whiny voice was cut off and Germany could feel something fleshy in his hand. It was warm and he could feel it squirm under his grip. He squeezed it harder, wondering if it would get that specific voice to shut up perminantly. It seemed to be working well, so he continued, looking at the sounds of muffled chokes as a sign of progression.

"Will you shut the hell up." He heard himself speak, but didn't remember enforcing.

He looked up and was surprised to find Italy's throat in his hand. The tan nation clawed at his grip desperately, attempting and failing to breathe. He looked at Germany, wide eyed and scared as the other nations ( save for one in particular ) launched to his aid.

"West, what the hell? Let him go!" He finally recognized that that voice belonged to his brother as he dug his fingers under Germany's own. Japan joined soon after, also trying to speak some sense into him.

Germany blinked, frightened by the fact that he had forgotten how to opperate his arm. He tried to let go, but found that it was futile. Instead, he only squeezed harder.

It wasn't until he saw that Italy's face was turning blue that everything finally clicked to him.

Mein gott, what the hell am I doing! ?

He released his grip immediately and was showered by relief when he heard his friend take a much needed gasp of air. After that, he collapsed to the floor and rolled over on his knees, coughing and rubbing at his bruised neck.

Germany sat up, running his hands over his face with imaginary water. When he pulled them away, he saw that Japan was looking after Italy and rubbing his back, and that Prussia was staring at him, shocked.

"I..." Germany started, but wasn't able to finish. Instead, he wondered what had come over him to do such a thing. Italy was just whining. Italy! That's practically his damn language, and Germany had never done such a thing as strangle him.

"S-sorry." He finally choked out, lifting himself to his feet.

"Sorry? !" Prussia exclaimed, standing with his brother. "You nearly killed him!"

Russia laughed. "Actually, he would have just passed out first, then he-"

"Why are you still even here? !"

The tall German grabbed his temple quickly when he felt his head spinning. He almost fell as a result, but was lucky to have his older brother their to help him. The albino wrapped his arm around Germany's as a support.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I-" Another throbbing pain hit the German's head, causing him to wince and groan in pain. Gott, he thought, this is almost as bad as a hangover. He began coughing and informed his brother that he needed to be set down. He agreed and took Germany to the living room area and sat him down in a chair.

After his head calmed down a bit, he asked if Italy was okay and what exactly had happened. Japan informed him that he had "taken a siesta".

"Are you feeling okay, Germany." Asked the island nation sincerely.

"I don't know. What happened?"

Germany saw Prussia slump over the top of his chair and cross his arms angerly. "Yeah, I'd like to know that too. I was upstairs just being my awesome self when I heard a damn explosion."

"BOOM!" Russia cheered and laughed loudly, putting the others on edge. Germany wondered why Italy was even hanging out with the guy in the first place. And why the hell he was still in his house?

Germany glanced back at the kitchen where the accident had happened, and nearly fainted.

"Mein house!"

Everything within reach of the explosion, from the counters to the tiles to the sink, had been charred and blackened. Germany didn't see how he came out of that relatively untouched.

"What the hell did you use? !" Germany demanded, digging his fingers in his scalp.

Russia smiled widely, pointing Westward. "We just got some stuff from Britain."

You received it...or stole it, Russia?

And people being choked! How hilarious!

Okay, I fail at comedy, I know, I know. Oh well, tell me what you guys think! I'm really just trying to have fun with this story and not stress out with it like my others.

Let's see where this goes! Oh and hey, tell me of some akward sitiuations involving a split personality tha you think I should do. There's no guarentee that I'll put it in their, but it's worth a try. No yaoi though, please.

Thank you so much and have a very pasta day!