Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia for they belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Warning: OOC characters(I think...).

Author's Note: I like fluffy stuffs... They're fluffy.. Like a soft fluffy pillow...

Chapter 2

The day has come for them to attack the axis and they shall beg for mercy!

Was what running in America's mind. He was laughing almost maniacally as he imagine their enemy's defeated looks, getting weird looks from his allies.

"What is wrong with him now?" Asked France.

"Hell if I know." Grumbled England.

Russia was smiling creepily again. "Probably something not good."

France raised an eyebrow. "Why are you smiling?" He asked the Russian.

"Nothing~." Russia replied, the smile still on his smile.

China shuddered. He could feel something evil around Russia. "Are you even sure your plan will work, America?" He looked at the American.

"Hahaha!" Laughed America. "Of course it will!" He said reassuringly.

England sighed. "I'm sure something will go wrong with this plan of yours." He crossed his arms. "If something bad happens, I'm blaming you."

"That's really mean, Iggy!"

"Don't call me that!"

"Come now.. Don't start fighting with each other. Big brother will be sad, you know?"

"I ain't calling you that, you perverted frog!"

"What's with those...?"

Canada sighed as he looks down at his polar bear. "They're starting again.."

Kumajirou looked up at the light blonde Canadian. "Who are you?"

Canada sighed. "I'm Canada."

"Run faster, Italy!"

Italy panted loudly. "I'm trying, Doitsu!"

Japan was running a little ahead of the Italian, panting a bit also. "How many laps are we going to run?"

"Come on, you two! Just two more laps!" Germany announced to them, as if he heard what Japan asked.

"Veeee!? But I'm really tired, Doitsu!" Italy complained.

"Don't be like that, Italy! Run faster!"

Japan sighed, panting more. "I admit. This is a bit too much."

They're having their morning training routine from yours (Germany*Cough) truly. They didn't even get to cook breakfast when Germany waked them up for morning exercise.

"I'm hungry!" Italy cried out.

"One more lap, Italy!" Germany shouted.

"Veeeee!~~~" Italy cried out again.

Japan looked at Italy a bit. "Maybe I can do it.." He murmured, slowing down till he was running beside the Italian. "Italy-kun." He called out.

Said Italian looked at the Asian. "Vee? What is it, Nihon?"

"Germany-san seems to be cheering for you." Japan started.

"Hmm? He is?"

Japan nodded. "Maybe..."

"Maybe?.."

Japan smiled. "Maybe he has made a special pasta for you?"

"Pasta!?" Yup, he got Italy's full attention now.

"Hai*. Perhaps Germany-san wants you to finish the lap soon so that we can eat the Pasta he have made may-" He was cut off when the Italian started running so fast that he can only see dust now. "-be?" Japan chuckled.

Meanwhile, Germany was gaping when he saw Italy run so fast that his eyes weren't able to follow him.

He grinned proudly. "So he can actually run more fast that I expected." He furrowed his eyebrows. "But what did Japan told him to make him run that fast?"

"Hehehe, just look at them.." America muttered.

The allies are hiding on some bushes, observing the axis by a window.

"Kukuku~ They won't even know what's coming to them!"

"They would if you don't keep your voice low, you git!"

"Shh! They will hear us, aru!" China scolded.

He looked at the window, watching the axis eat breakfast together. Germany seems to be scolding Japan and Italy, though the former wasn't really listening while the latter just keeps on smiling.

"Riben...*" China murmured, looking at the black haired Asian longingly.

Russia looked at the Chinese when he heard him murmur a name. "..."

Canada also looked at china with a sad smile.

The three flinched a bit when they heard the American spoke again, loudly.

"Yosh! We'll attack them once they got out of the house again!"

"Keep you bloody voice down!" England scolded, glaring the the blonde American.

"Don't get us caught, Amérique~."

"Hush, you two!"

China sighed once again. 'Thank god they're too busy to take notice.' He thought as he looked back at the axis. His eyes widen before looking back at the allies. "Hide!"

They were able to hide themselves in the bushes just as Japan looked at the window that was towards where the Allies were hiding. They waited with bated breaths as the black haired Asian looked directly at the bushes they were hidden, sighing softly in relief once Japan turned back to eating breakfast.

"T-that a close one, mes chers..*"

"Ve? What's wrong, Nihon?" Italy asked when he saw his Asian friend looked at the window, staring at the bushes.

Japan blinked before looking at the Italian. "It's nothing, Italy-kun..," He looked at the Germany with knowing looks.

Germany was looking at the Asian when Italy asked him and saw Japan gave a sign.

The Allies are here.

He didn't looked at the window but nodded slightly at the black haired Asian.

Italy tilted his head when he saw his friends looking at each other, as if having a silent conversation.

Japan saw Italy looking at them with a confused look. He smiled at him. "Is the pasta good, Italy-kun?"

Italy blinked twice before smiling brightly. "Ve! It's delicious!" He looked at the German. "Your cooking is really the best, Doitsu!"

Germany blushed at the compliment. "..Thank you, Italy."

Japan let out a small chuckle at this, smiling a bit. He looked back at Germany. "何をするつもりです、ドイツさん?*" He asked, smile still on his face.

Germany smirked at the Asian. "Geh mit dem spiel.*"

Japan chuckled again, his eyes gaining a playful glint.

Italy remained oblivious as he eats his pasta. 'This is really delicious... Forse dovrei invitare mio fratello maggiore la prossima volta?*'

Germany sighed. "Though, I wonder what are they going to try this time.."

Japan shrugged. "Who knows.."

He let his mind wonder around.

"Ne, ne. Doitsu!"

The German looked at the Italian. "What is it, Italy?"

"The next time you make pasta. Can I invite my brother Romano?" Italy asked.

Germany groaned. "Fine.. Though I'm hoping he stops calling me kartoffel bastard.*"

Japan sweat drop.

"Yay! Grazie*, Doitsu!" Italy cheered.

Japan sighed, smiling a bit. He looked at the sky by the window, his smile now gone. ".. Brother,huh..?" He murmured.

To be continued.

Hai(Japanese; はい) Yes.

Riben(Chinese; Rìběn) Japan.

mes chers(French; ) my dears.

何をするつもりです、ドイツさん?(Japanese; ) What are you going to do, Germany-san?(Or Mr. Germany).

Geh mit dem spiel(German; ) Go with the play.

Forse dovrei invitare mio fratello maggiore la prossima volta?(Italian; ) Maybe I should invite my big brother next time?

kartoffel bastard(German; ) potato bastard.

Grazie(Italian; ) Thank you.

..I should change the rating to T...