From Author (who is even awsomer the Gilbert XD): Well, so now it's "bigger" chapter. And please, leave some reviews. I really love them and this is my first fic in English.

Italy is serious

"No way!" screamed Romano, when Feliciano explained, why he invited him. "I'm not gonna help this potato head!"

"But, Romano, the Pact of Steel is obliging us…" North Italy was trying again to convince his brother.

"This potato head forced you to make a oath with him and now he want you to save his butt!" South Italy said with fury. "Does great Germany hasn't enough strength to get himself from this shit by on his own?!"

Feliciano knew from the very beginning that Romano won't be favorable with any kind of help for Germany, but he hoped, if he ask gently his older brother, he will agree because of family relations and honor of their country. However the unwillingness for Ludwig was stronger, then family and political responsibilities.

"The thing is he can't" Feliciano answered with calm tone. "They need our help, brother. If you don't want to help Ludwig, help at least Kiku."

"So riceball head also fell in it?" Romano said and rolled his gaze on ceiling. "Wonderful. In any case," Romano added and looked on younger brother again. "I'm not intending to take part in it. And you better also leave this bastard on his own, Feliciano. He have bad influence on you."

He was rushing to leave, when he felt that his brother caught his arm.

"You don't understand, Romano" North Italy said. There was despair in his voice. "They are my friends."

"Politics is hard and cruel art, Feliciano." Romano answered and broke away from his caught. "International relations are ruled, beside of all things, by business. There is no place for something like friendship. I thought you know it very well after all this years of being ruled by others, but you still think Germany and Japan was helping you, because you are their friend. If you still thinking like that, dream on. But don't expect I will help you."

He turned around and started to walking through the entrance. With disbelieve Feliciano was watching how his own brother is leaving him. Italy had an impression that his heart will break apart from this horrible feeling of betrayal. The silent sound of Romano's foots was bumping in Feliciano's head. Then North Italy heard crack of closing door and suddenly there was only silence, which hit him like a hammer.

Feliciano leaned himself on table, which was the nearest furniture, and clenched his fists in hopeless feeling of despair. Not only his brother refused to help him, but – what was worst – he had right about politics. It's a law that discovered their man, Machiavelli and others also was often saying such things. That in politics everyone are doing everything to gain as much as they can. That all pacts are made just to be broken, when it starts to be uncomfortable for one of the sides. Because human nature is evil and everyone are egoists.

Italy didn't believe in it. For him there were people, who were good, evil, lazy, strict, scary, nice… He couldn't claim such thing – that every human is evil from very beginning. Especially not after all those years of friendship with Germany and Japan. But in one point Machiavelli and Romano had right. If Italy wanted to save his friends, he needed to have something to offer other nations for support. Well, Germany and Japan had made some friendships with other nations, such as Japan with England and Greece. And Feliciano shouldn't forget about Ludwig's brother, Gilbert.

However Italy was met with Prussia first after he left fortress. Gilbert wasn't seem to believe in what Feliciano was saying.

"West defeated? Come on! It's the most ridiculous thing I ever heard!"

"But that's true! I swear that's how it was!"

"West wouldn't be defeated that easily. He's my brother. He isn't that awesome as me, but he is strong. The same goes to our oriental friend. So stop joking, Feliciano."

"I'm not joking! Please, Gilbert, believe me!"

"Just go home and sleep well."

And Prussia led him gently right way through entrance.

Now Italy sat on the couch and started to think about it all carefully. There was only one thing he could offer. The thing everyone desired the most. Thing that will encourage them all to help. Just in case, if Romano and Machiavelli was right, Feliciano could make it in other way.

It was dark. Dark because behind the window there was navy blue night with sparkly seeds of stars. If they weren't in this damn fortress, Ludwig and Kiku would be startled of this view. But Japan and Germany couldn't admire the sky, because they were drugged out of their cell by two guardians. On hallway Mysterious Enemy was already waiting for them. Both prisoners knew it's time for another portion of tortures. Two nations resisted in spite of their aching bodies, but soon they was pacified by suddenly attack on their heads. After that the executioner led them through dungeons, then up through the stairs and finally, on top of it, he opened the large, heavy door to torture chamber.

Germany and Japan had had been tied to tables near each other. Then one of the guardians put in Ludwig's mouth piece of cotton and a funnel. Mysterious Enemy leaned upon him with hose in his hands. Germany knew what is going to happened to him and because of just thinking about it, his eyes widened.

"It's probably the invention of Spain." Mysterious Enemy said. Germany could swear that this monster smiled devilishly behind this mask. "It's called 'Toca', a water torture. You heard about it, right, Germany? I think so. I also suppose you used it many times."

Ludwig didn't respond, even didn't nodded. He just stared with horror on pipe in his executioner's hands.

"Stop it!" Kiku screamed all of sudden, equally frightened as his companion. "Leave him alone!"

Mysterious Enemy turned his gaze on Japan, and said:

"How sweet. Little, honorable Japan want to protect his friend. Let me say one thing, before you continue to be a altruist. After I finish with him, I will take care of you. Yours neighbor, China, have interesting way of curing all sorts of things, don't you think?"

"Acupuncture…" Japan whispered with wide eyes.

"Yes." Mysterious Enemy hissed with some kind of pleasure. "I heard it really work, but if you stick needle in wrong point, the patient will feel horrible pain. I wondering if you still will be a hero, when you know, that as long as Germany's suffering is extending, your pain isn't experienced by you. And who knows? Maybe if I get tired with him, I'll give up with you? Which one would be better: help your friend and suffer by yourself, or maybe abandon him and prolonging your pain? Think about it, Japan."

"You're a monster!" yelled Japan. "You're the most disgustful human I've ever seen!"

"Oh, thank you. Let's start the fun."

Mysterious Enemy hung the hose above funnel in Germany's mouth and ordered his men to turn on the water.

Italy stood against door to the room, where World Conference had taken place. He took deep breath and slowly open the door a bit. He didn't came in, yet. He just watched people summoned there. Everybody were waiting for the beginning. Romano was already sitting in his place and talking with Antonio… and Roderich, which was rather unique picture in nowadays. Feliciano rolled his gaze on other nations. Greece seemed to be confused about something and North Italy knew, Hercules was worried, because of Kiku absence. England and America didn't paid attention on disappearance of Germany and Japan, cause they were busy with arguing, and Canada was trying to say something to solve their problem, but he was overlooked. France was hitting to Hungary and Russia was playing something with China.

Italy slowly came in. At fist moment nobody realized him and his lack of smile, which was so unlike for him. First, who notice it, was – of course – South Italy. He looked on his brother with cold gaze. Without paying attention on this reaction of Romano, Feliciano stood on the platform. Right now everybody abandoned their little things, and, confused, started to watch oddly serious Italian.

The aura emitted by him made everybody strangely uncomfortable. It was like breeze of cold, arctic wind. It soaked through skin into bones and leave feeling of creep. His face expression, his figure, the way he walked in – everything about this, usually cheerful guy, was so deeply sad, that every person in the Conference Room was sure something bad happened. That's why they don't say anything, just watched Feliciano.

Italy took another deep breath and once again rolled his eyes on his listeners. He felt really nervous right now, when everybody was staring at him. Suddenly he remembered fortress, where his friends were imprisoned, and he clenched his fingers on backups of platform. They need me, he thought. Finally he spoke:

"You must help me!"

Everyone widened a bit their eyes with surprise. Italy continued with tone of despair:

"Germany and Japan had been captured! Guy, who took them away, is keeping them in big fortress! Please, help me! I can't save them alone!"

Nations looked for a moment on each other and then there was one, big, crushing for Italy laugh. Feliciano felt as he want to cry. His hand was shaking. He didn't know was this laugh because everybody knows Kiku and Ludwig are strong and all conference thought Italy is dramatizing, or just they didn't want to help him, because Machiavelli had right.

But Italy wasn't going to give up. He straight himself up, opened his mouth and with shaking, but loud voice said something that silenced laugh of them all:

"I will give you my lands!"

It was like thunder or shot from the gun. Everyone returned their gaze on lonely Italian on the platform. Silence took control under Conference Room. Silence filled with confusion, shock and disbelieve.

"I will give you my lands, if you help me save Ludwig and Kiku." Feliciano said and everyone could hear his determination, beyond shaking voice of desperate man. "I will do everything what's needed, but please – help me save Germany and Japan from this creepy guy."

Suddenly there was big noise in the Conference Room. Nations was whispering between themselves. Feliciano knew he have to wait, but it didn't helped a bit. He was really nervous. He didn't know how much of his land will be taken, but now he couldn't change anything. He also didn't know how many people will offer their help.

Door to Conference Room was opened with "smash" sound and furious Gilbert came in. He stood beside Feliciano and rolled his cold gaze on even more shocked, then first time, company.

"Do you think he would offer such thing, if my bro and Kiku weren't in serious danger?!" he yelled. "Do you think their absence isn't strange at all?! Let me tell you something, you bunch of wimps! My brother didn't came back to me last night! And when I phoned to Japan, he didn't answered! I believe Italy! He's too serious about it to lie! I don't know how you, but I don't wonna let this bastard hurt them! I will help Feliciano save my brother, no matter what! Who will come with us?!"

Once again there was silence. Feliciano and Gilbert was waiting for any sound of agreement or disagreement. First person, who stood up was South Italy. Romano was furious and Feliciano would be surprised if he wasn't after hearing his proposition. Suddenly Romano's expression relaxed, just like he was calmed down.

"Ok, you dumbass. I will help you." He said with sigh of resignation. "You can hurt yourself helping that potato bastard."

Feliciano felt unspoken happiness. Romano stayed like this with big, but calmed annoyance and staring at younger brother.

The next person, who stood up, was America, who said with enthusiasm:

"Yosh! Real hero, like me, will save those two poor souls!"

"Oh, stop this bloody nonsense! You weren't the one who stood up first, you damn hypocrite!" England scold him and also put himself up. Then he said to Italy: "Don't worry, Feliciano. I will help you even without taking your lands."

"We all won't take any of them." Austria added, also standing up. "It's responsibility of United Nations to help each other when we're in pinch."

With another seconds, to Feliciano's happiness, another persons were joining to them. Suddenly there was no one, who was standing. Italy smiled, when fresh portion of hope nested in his heart. Now he had allies on his side. Now he had opportunity to save his friends.