((Two chapters in one day! Yeah!

OK, I couldn't decide if there should have been a chapter before this. But I liked writing it so much I couldn't help it.

Also, to let you know, but I try to keep my fanfics clean so I don't really allow anybody to swear. So while I know Romano is a pottymouth, I substitute his swears for more toned-down words. Sorry!

Anyway, hero vs. villain antics today! Hetalia is not mine!))

It was a more-or-less normal day in the Germanic house. Prussia was upstairs playing World of Warcraft, Feliciana had gone out to visit her sister (whom had been named Chiara to separate her from Romano) and Germany was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper.

Or at least, trying to. He had been feeling weird ever since Feliciana had joined the group, and it was making him anxious. He had been pondering ever since the shopping trip from the week before.

"Hi, Germany!"

"Good morning, Italy," Germany said coolly as Italy skipped into the room.

"What's wrong, Germany?" asked Italy, noticing the worried look on Germany's face. "You've been acting really strange this week!"

"I'm fine," insisted Germany, not looking at the Italian. "I'm just thinking about Feliciana, that's all."

Italy tipped his head to the side. "Germany?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you like her?"

"Huh?!" He spun around to look at Italy's innocent smile. "Nein! Of course not! I...I don't even know how I feel about her!"

"But, Germany!" said Italy, "You've been awfully weird around her. And you keep blushing and getting distracted when she's next to you. People don't do that unless they have a crush!"

"I do not have a crush on her!" Germany exclaimed.

Italy gave Germany one of those looks, the look that gave you the impression that he was much more perceptive than most thought he actually was. "OK, Germany~" Italy said all the same, going into the kitchen. "I'm going to make some pasta!"

Germany turned back to his newspaper, intending to try to read when the phone on the table rang. He reached over and picked it up. "Germany, here."

Suddenly, Germany's eyes flew wide open. He grit his teeth and hung up. "Italy!"

"Huh?" Italy poked his head out of the kitchen. "What's up?"

"Japan's in danger!"

Hetalia!

Kuro twirled his sword in his hand, a smirk on his lips. "I don't understand why you're so attached to those two," he said smartly. "You know you'll just end up betraying them like you did with that American idiot. Or heck, like you did with your own BROTHER."

Japan attempted to strike him again, but Kuro effortlessly moved away. "I would never do such a thing to Italy and Germany!" Normally, Japan was not so emotional when it came to these battles, but the dark double was trying to get into places that he had locked away long ago.

"Sure, you say that," said Kuro, blocking Japan's attacks with his own katana, "But don't you remember how powerful you are? You could easily take those two to hell. Don't you want to be the country you once were?"

"No!" Japan cried, swinging at Kuro. "I'd never do anything like that! EVER!"

"How do you know you won't?"

"Because I am not evil and twisted like you!"

Kuro leaped in front of Japan, his blood red eyes staring straight into Japan's chocolate ones. "Don't you understand? You're just like me."

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Before Japan could land a strike, Kuro grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked, making Japan lose balance. Kuro smirked as he managed to easily throw Japan against a tree, keeping him there with a single hand. "You're pathetic." Japan struggled, but Kuro had already won; he was tying Japan's hands together behind the tree. "There."

"You won't get away with this," Japan growled.

"Who are you to say that?" Kuro asked, putting the tip of his katana at Japan's throat. "You're about to die, after all."

"JAPAN!"

Both Japan and Kuro turned and looked—Germany and Italy were running towards the scene at top speed, Germany growling and Italy screeching.

"Wait, both of you, stop!" Japan yelled. "You can't just take him on—"

Kuro drew his sword and rushed at Germany, slashing at every open space he could find as Germany dodged. "I'm not letting you hurt Japan!" Germany shouted at the dark double.

Kuro said nothing, only smiled eerily. He managed to give Germany an axe kick to the chest, making Germany stumble backwards into something. Suddenly, Germany looked up to see his arms bound by Lutz. Within a minute he was tied to the tree like Japan.

Kuro already had Italy in his grasp, katana blade pressed to his throat.

"GERMANY! HELP ME!"

"Let us go!" Germany yelled.

"Oh, I don't think you'll be going anytime soon."

All three turned to see Luciano approaching, twirling a knife between his fingers. "Did ya miss me?"

"You!" Germany growled, glaring at Luciano.

"Well, what did I say?" Luciano asked, a snarky smirk on his lips. "I said i'd be back for you. Here I am." He went over to Germany, snickering. "By the way, I'd like to thank you, Mr. Germany. What you asked me last week has made me think, "If I can conquer one world, why not conquer another?" But before I take over the world again I have to get rid of the thing that stands in my way...you."

Germany narrowed his eyes at the dark Italian.

Luciano grinned. "Hmm...who shall I start with? Mm...Japan, start with him first." He gestured to Italy, a malicious smile on his face.

Kuro nodded once and began to press the blade to Italy's throat. Italy screamed.

"ITALY, NO!" Germany shouted.

"Leave him alone!"

POW. One minute, Italy was about to be murdered and the next he was flying out Kuro's grasp as Kuro was hit with some surprisingly strong force.

Germany and Japan turned to look at their new savior.

It was Feliciana and Chiara and Prussia! Feliciana and Chiara were both in uniform, rubbing their fists to fight while Prussia bounced around with a sword in hand.

"Hey! You leave the cute Italian, handsome German and cool Japanese guy alone!" Feliciana yelled, seeing the shock on Luciano's face.

Luciano thought a minute and grinned. "Uh...how about no. But you wanna fight? I'll give you a fight! Germany, Japan, ATTACK!"

Kuro went in with katana at the ready while Feliciana went in to fight. Kuro slashed and slashed, stabbing and swinging at every opportunity. Feliciana was dodging quickly and accurately, giving flying punches and kicks.

Germany watched Feliciana in fight mode with widened eyes. She was actually tough? He had half-expected her to be first to surrender like Italy, but instead she was kicking Kuro's butt. She was...amazing.

Meanwhile, Chiara faced off with Lutz. "Come and get it, OTHER potato-jerk!"

Lutz charged for her, and soon both were in a flurry of kicks, punches and chops. Chiara had the upper hand, however, and was gladly getting in some hits. Soon, he lunged for her and managed to grab her arm, swinging her and throwing her across the grass. She stood up again, ran over and then gave him a powerful punch to the chest, knocking him down.

Kuro was getting frustrated as he continued to swing at Feliciana, eventually just slicing downward towards her head. But, to his surprise, she blocked it, and then elbowed Kuro in the face. K.O.

Prussia took his sword and went to the tree, slicing Japan and Germany's bounds.

"Thank you, Prussia-san," said Japan, rubbing his wrists a little.

"Yeah, danke, bruder," said Germany, rubbing his wrists. Suddenly, it occurred to him. "Where's Italy?"

"HELP ME!"

Italy was now trembling in Luciano's clutches, a small combat knife against his throat. "It's not that easy!" Luciano said, laughing. "Now it's either surrender or say bye to your stupid Italian friend!"

"Italy!"

"Veneziano!"

"SOMEONE HELP! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE-"

"ITALIA VENEZIANO, GET OUT HERE!"

SMACK. Luciano came tumbling to the ground with a thump, Italy being free from his grasp. Everyone turned to see who exactly saved the day.

It was, of all people, Romano. He had apparently sprung out of the bushes to tackle Italy, but mistook Luciano for his brother. "Ah? What's going on here? Where's my idiota of a brother?"

"ROMANO!" Italy and Feliciana both glomped him, grateful for the unexpected rescue.

"Fratello, you saved me!" Italy cried, hugging his brother with iron force. "I nearly died but you saved me! Grazie! Grazie!"

Romano looked from Italy to the victorious faces of the others. "Huh? What do you all mean? What have you been doing to my fratello? STOP STARING AT ME, DANGIT!"

((Amazing. Romano saved the day.

I'm trying to alternate the "villainous level" of the 2p characters. One episode, they'll be dorky, next episode they'll strike back with an actual plan.

So! Let's discuss 2p Japan. My portrayal for him is eerie, almost literally emotionless, and deceptive. He's known Japan longer than any of the characters probably even knew 2ps existed, and 2p Japan always liked to try and distort Japan's thoughts. Nonetheless, he's one of the more evil characters in this series.

Also, for the female Italies fight: Feliciana and Chiara both are much tougher than their male counterparts when they're angry or need to save someone else. It's canon, I looked it up.

Anyway, that's it for today! Review!))