Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. BUT DO YOU KNOW HOW COOL THAT WOULD BE?!

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"WHAT?" America was the first to recover. But that didn't make the little countries stop crying – in fact, it made it worse.

Germany went forward, picking up little Italy and holding him away from his body as he looked at him. "How pathetic. I didn't think that this could get any worse."

"Well, at least we've always seemed to regard Italy as our weakest," Japan added quietly. "But China is the oldest among us. How odd."

In fact, when any of the Allies went forward to get China like Germany had with Italy, China would only smack at their hands and cry louder. Italy, meanwhile, had relaxed – which disturbed Germany significantly. The little country was now hiding behind Germany's legs.

Italy had no idea what was going on – not that he would have known normally. All he knew was that he felt bad for the person in front of him. He looked around – and saw something that might help.

He walked up carefully, sitting in front of China – who had his face in his hands, sniffling and refusing to look at anyone. "Hello, is this yours?" China looked up for a second – to see Italy holding out his panda. A look of pure joy that could only be given by an ecstatic toddler appeared on his face.

Italy smiled as China took the bear. "I'm Italy Veneziano, or Feliciano Vargas. What's your name?" China looked at him warily. "Wènhòu, I am China… or Yao Wang. What is… going on? I don't like it here, I don't understand!" he then started to speak quietly to himself in Chinese, rocking back and forth while cuddling the panda.

The rest of them looked at England. "You did this, didn't you scone-brain?" France muttered ruefully, "I always knew your black magic couldn't be trusted!" England held his hands up in defense, "I did no such thing! I most certainly wouldn't do it to China, he's on our side!"

"It is very strange," Japan said thoughtfully, carefully watching the young nations as Italy attempted to talk to China, "they look like children, sound like children, act like children… What do we do with them?"

"Well, I'm the hero, and heroes like little kids and save them!" America said brightly, strutting over to both of them. He crouched low over both of them, smiling openly. "Do you guys need saving?!" Both of them squealed and ran off.

England clicked his tongue. "You see, America, this is why you've never wound up raising a little colony before. You'd overwhelm them. Watch me."

He slowly walked over to where they had hid themselves behind a bush. He kneeled and gave a gentle smile. "Why, hello there! Do you two need any help getting back home?" Italy screamed and ran to Germany, pulling at his pants and crying hysterically. Germany, who was starting to feel a bit soft towards the young country, picked him up again and allowed him to clutch his chest this time. "You dummkopf England! Everyone knows that Italy's afraid of you, schwein!"

China seemed a little more okay with England, but still scared. So England had to back off, for which France taunted him.

"You guys are not understanding it, are you?" Japan said softly with a slight hint of impatience, "When China was little, if he ever was little; there were very few other countries for him to look up to. He grew up on his own, sheltered somewhat from the others. To see so many older countries in one place could be very frightening to him."

"Yeah, listen to him and leave me alone!" China said timidly. France shook his head. "I don't know… China is a very important place and he could be taken… advantage of while weakened like this." Part of France seemed genuinely concerned. Part of him seemed perverted as usual. The tension between the countries started rising.

They attempted to leave – it was no use standing around anyways. While the Axis left easily, the Allies had to wait at least an hour before England coaxed China out to them.

They all met up in London at England's place the next day. While Germany and Japan were not in horrible shape, they seemed a little more than ragged when it came to Italy. He had become intimidated without the presence of anything familiar – such as Romano, Austria, or Hungary – or even Ancient Rome or the Holy Roman Empire – and had started sobbing again and would only be shut up when Japan made him pasta.

The Allies, however, had different issues with China. He was very distant and sensitive, and it seems none of them could get close. America was too loud, when left alone with him France almost managed to get him undressed and Russia creeped him out. England was so far the closest, however, that all went downhill as soon as he offered China food.

For now, they had locked both of them in England's bedroom, and had gone down to the kitchen. "What bloody luck we have to have the two most difficult countries turned into babies." England muttered, preparing tea. "Yeah, I know right!?" America added, "None of us seem to have what it takes to watch them, and we can't keep fighting with them near us! That'd just be cruel."

"Then what do you suggest, America?" Germany said heatedly. Though he found Italy difficult, he didn't want to leave him alone with someone incapable – not that he himself was capable.

America thought for a second. "Wait… I've got it! I know someone really nice who'd be happy to help us out! Or, she'd help me anyways. And I don't think she's got anything too bad goin' on with China or Italy either." "Who is it?" France said, perking up.

America stood up abruptly, flashing his 'hero-smile'. "She looks up to me like an older brother. Costa Rica!"

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TRANSLATIONS (From Google Translate, no less, so they may be loose or rough... But I am giving the translation it has given me, though some words have more than one... :/)

Wènhòu - Chinese for Greetings

Dummkopf - idiot

Schwein - bastard (normally pig I believe)

AN: Okay, we're starting to get somewhere... I'm not sure where, but somewhere. Still, do you think it's appropriate for Costa Rica to be America's little sister? (She also considers all of Latin America her siblings, really) Please R&R.

ALSO, SPECIAL AN: Here's my Heritage, let's think a little: I'm mainly Irish, German, British, and Scottish. I'm also French, Welsh, and Italian. And I suppose I'm also technically American for living in America, though I have no Native-American heritage.