~I'm going to burst, I am a mess

Held together by anger and fear

Why am I this way? I cannot confess

And for your own sake, don't draw too near~

It was late at night in Italy. The moon was in the sky, the stars were shining, and the air was cool and silent. Night time in Italy was always so peaceful and relaxing, even during this war. So peaceful even the tensest person could fall asleep quite easily.

Actually, Italy himself was drifting in and out of sleep, his mind was growing very hazy and his muscles relaxed. Unintelligent thoughts drifted through his now usually worried and stressed mind as the comfort of sleep drew closer and closer.

Romano too was almost about to fall into the dark and peaceful depths of a much needed sleep, when suddenly the sharp ring of the telephone sounded. Romano's eyes shot open and his heart started to pound from the sudden and loud noise. He wriggled out from under his brother's arm, which had been thrown across his chest, and quickly answered the phone.

Italy felt Romano scamper out of bed and heard him hit his toe on the night stand, followed by cursing. The phone rang a fifth and sixth time and Romano picked it up half way through the seventh. Italy half wondered who was calling at such a late hour but the other half was too lazy to ask Romano who was on the phone. So Italy just flipped over onto his side and curled up, once again trying to fall asleep.

"Hello?!" Romano said groggily and annoyed into the receiver. "Yeah I was just about to-"Romano was obviously cut off by the other person talking over them.

"I can't understand a damn word you're saying! Slow down!"

Even though Italy could hear his brother talking on the phone, the words he was saying barely even made sense to him. It was like Romano was speaking some foreign language that Italy didn't understand a word of.

"…What was your idea?"

Italy sighed contently and pulled the comfy blanket up under his chin, curling up further on his right side. Suddenly an image of a bunny with flowers floated through his head and a slight smile spread on his face.

"Well I would love to do that but-"

"Ve~ come back Mr. Bunny! Let's play together!" At this point Italy was half dreaming and falling even further into sleep. The bunny was running away from him and his body twitched as he tried to chase after it in his sleep.

"I could possibly do that but what about my idiot brother…?"

Italy's body jerked just a bit at the mention of his brother's "term on endearment" for him. For a second he thought Romano was calling him and he was going to respond but his exhausted mouth and voice refused to cooperate with him.

"Yes I mean Italy, who else?!" Romano saying his name reverberated in Italy's head and it seemed to echo. Slowly though… it started to change its tone…

Italy! - It sounded like his brother.

Italy! - It sounded like his brother's voice dropped.

Italy!!- It didn't sound much like his brother anymore…

Italy!!!- This voice was a lot deeper…

ITALY!! PLEASE! WAKE UP!

Italy immediately recognized this voice. It was Germany's. The strong and firm tone of his voice, plus the accent the nation had, made it easily recognizable to the Italian. Germany's voice sounded so real and so there, as if he was standing over the side of his bed.

Italy tried to respond to the German and form the words "I'm sorry." But when he tried to speak, it just came out as slurred gibberish.

Romano looked at his brother who was facing away from him and murmuring in his sleep, but passed it off as Italy having a night mare. Romano drew his focus back to his phone call; it had been Iraq who was calling, only to hear more of her ramblings. But for once…they were making some sense…

"ITALY PLEASE! WAKE UP!! DON'T GO, PLEASE STAY!!"

Germany was yelling now and Italy wondered why. He wasn't going anywhere, was he? He wasn't walking away or running, in fact he wasn't even moving.

Italy tried to open his eyes and see if Germany really was standing there but he felt himself growing so weak from the exhaustion that it proved impossible.

He could practically see Germany's face in his mind. It was worried and scared and…was he crying? No of course not…Germany was too proud to cry.

"Germany I'm sorry…"

"Italy don't be sorry just please stay awake!"

"Please forgive me…"

"Italy please! Just stay awake! Don't close your eyes! Please, I beg you, stay awake!"

"But Germany, I am so tired…"

Italy was actually able to say this out loud but that was all he could manage since he immediately fell fast asleep afterwards.

In fact, he fell asleep so fast his didn't see his brother finish his phone conversation with a smirk and a devious glow in his eye. He didn't hear Romano say goodbye to Iraq and hang up the phone. He didn't feel Romano climb back into bed, lying on his back with his hands under his head. He didn't see a giant grin swipe across Romano's face. And of course he didn't hear Romano say out loud," The potato bastard will never see it coming."

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"Come on Korea, pick up the slack!" South Korea snapped back to reality and looked at the nation that had just called him. Denmark stood at Russia's doorway, a huge box in his arms, with an annoyed look on his face.

"If you're going to just stand there all day, spare us and just go home!"

"But the clouds are so pretty today!" Korea said grinning idiotically.

"They're just clouds! Now start helping out!" Denmark turned away from Korea and disappeared inside the house.

"He sounded just like…" Korea's voice trailed off as his mind went to the person he was the closest in the world to… or used to be the closest to.

He saw his twin brother in his mind, along with himself, when they were both only eight years old. They had to help do some sort of thing, Korea couldn't remember what, and he of course, had been slacking off. North Korea had yelled at him almost the same as Denmark just had and forced him to do his share as well. Of course South Korea hadn't minded it since it was his twin brother scolding him…in fact in an odd way, it let South Korea know that his twin cared.

He sighed sadly as his mind brought him all sorts of memories from their childhood.

How North Korea had to help learn to read, how South Korea had to help North Korea get the "monster" out of the closet. How on the hot nights in Korea they had gotten a huge blanket and slept on it outside. How on occasional cold nights they bundled up and slept huddled together. How they had tried to make China something sweet for his birthday but ended up making the kitchen a huge mess. How when they had gotten lost in the woods one time he had started to cry and North Korea held his hand and told him it was going to be okay.

That's the memory that brought South Korea the most pain. How he had always used to hold his brother's hand. When he was upset, when he was happy, when he was lonely, and when he just felt like it. North Korea never seemed to mind; in secret maybe he even liked holding South Korea's hand.

But they hadn't held hands, let alone spoken to each other in years. It had gotten so lonely…

Korea looked down at his open palm and realized how empty it felt. No one had given him the least bit of affection in years and it made his heart ache horribly. North Korea, for the longest time, was the only one who genuinely cared about him.

"Brother…what happened?"

"I assume you're talking about China?"

Korea yelped at the sudden voice behind him and turned around quickly. Japan stood there, obviously startled by Korea's reaction.

"Oh Japan…you scared me."

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Don't worry its fine!" Korea said, trying to sound happy and joyful as usual. He bent down and picked up the box of rations that were to be shipped out to the Russian troops and followed Japan inside the house.

"You didn't answer my question." Japan said a few steps in front of Korea.

"I didn't? What did you ask me?"

"If you were talking about China."

Korea quickly nodded trying to cover up the truth.

"Yes, yes I was!"

Japan, and pretty much everyone else in the world, knew how obsessed with China Korea was. Always asking China if he liked him and chasing after him. It made Japan almost feel a little sorry for China…almost.

And why didn't China make more of an effort to push Korea away?! It wouldn't be that hard would it? China could bribe Korea somehow or be more firm as to telling him to leave him a-

Wait, why was Japan thinking all this? He was supposed to NOT care about China but here he was feeling-

Oh no…he wasn't… jealous was he?! No, there was no way that was possible…

"Do you…miss him or….?"

"Yeah, I miss him." Korea said more of thinking of North Korea than China at the moment.

Suddenly Denmark chimed up from the other room and asked," Then why in the world did you join Russia's side?"

Both Japan and Denmark looked at Korea questionably, their minds drawing total blanks on possible motives.

"You both have to promise not to tell Russia." Korea said setting the box down on the floor.

"Yeah sure why not?" Denmark said shrugging while Japan nodded.

"No you have to swear," Korea said, childishly sticking out his pinkies. Japan, who knew Korea, stuck out his own finger and wound it around Korea's while Denmark just arced an eyebrow,

"Can't I just swear in blood?" Denmark asked sarcastically.

"No because this way if you break your promise I have permission to slice off your finger." Korea said completely unfazed. The Nordic sighed and lazily wound his pinky around Korea's.

"Okay then the reason I joined Russia's side was to protect China."

Both nations stared confused and blankly at the Asian. Denmark was the first to speak up.

"Well that clears this up!" Again, sarcasm was heavy in his voice.

"No really it's the truth! If I'm on Russia's side and he's planning an attack on China then I could be here to hear about it and convince him otherwise!"

More blank stares from both countries.

"Obviously you don't know Russia very well." Denmark said, speaking up again. "When his mind is set on something there's no changing it. If Russia was going to attack China, China would get attacked. And if you were on China's side then you could protect him a lot better. Plus if somehow China magically escaped the attack because someone let him know about, then that someone would be punished for espionage. Basically there's nothing you can do."

Nothing he could do!? At least he was trying! He had thought about what to do for days and after much planning and weighing of his options, made the best choice he could. He knew that there was a possibility that Russia wouldn't listen but at least he would know of the attack. What would happen if he was on Iraq's side with China? China could get bombed or hurt and they would never see it coming. If China got hurt and Korea hadn't made an effort to protect him it would have broken his heart…or maybe…he was trying to protect North Korea somehow…

Korea stuck out his bottom lip and huffed, now angry and annoyed at Denmark.

"At least I care and try to protect the people I'm close to! At least I don't force them to stay with me!"

Denmark turned around sharply from the box he was unloading and glared at Korea.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"What do you think it means control freak?"

Anger flared in the pit of Denmark's stomach and he took a step closer to Korea.

"What did you just say?"

"I think I called you an over bearing, caging, totally psychotic, control freak."

"What do you know, you idiotic moron?!"

"I know that all the other Nordics were so sick and tired of you always wanting them to stay and denying them of independence that they just hauled off and left you. I know that you beat up Finland and Norway a few times to prevent that from happening. I know that Sweden ha-"

"SHUT UP YOU FUCKING DUMBASS! YOU DON"T KNOW ANTHING!"

Denmark was enraged and furious and hurt by Korea's words. They were all true yet but that didn't mean that they didn't hurt or make him upset. He knew how over bearing he was with the Nordics but he was just afraid of being alone. He knew better than to beat Finland and Norway but he felt like he had no other choice. He tried so hard with all of them. Denmark had tried to give them everything they wanted, tried to feed them their favorite foods, tried to keep the house a nice place to live, tried to make them happy…tried to do anything he could to make them want to live there.

And Sweden…it hurt just even thinking about him…it felt like his heart was being smashed into three thousand pieces…

After all, Sweden was the one who had hurt him the worst.

"I know enough to know they all hate your guts!"

"Well at least my brothers aren't completely annoyed with me and at least my twin doesn't hate my guts!"

That did it. Korea leapt at Denmark and tackled him to the floor; one hand wrapped tightly around his neck, another about to sock him right in the face. Denmark however, slammed his fist right into Korea's neck, knocking him off. Korea quickly got up and managed to drive his knee harshly into Denmark's stomach. Folded over from the blow, Denmark yelped but managed to wind his hand through Korea's hair and slammed his face into the wall.

White flashed from behind Korea's eyes as he face met the cold and hard wall. He tasted the coppery liquid of blood and he retaliated by elbowing Denmark blindly from behind and then delivering a sucker punch to his jaw.

"Don't you dare say a word about my brother!" Korea said almost growling. Denmark smirked knowing fully well he struck a major nerve.

"So I can't say that he probably wishes you weren't around any more?"

"Just like Sweden wishes you were never born?"

A window breaking would have been a fitting noise for the sound of Denmark's heart. Did Sweden really feel that way… he obviously didn't like him since had been the first one to leave but…wishing he was never born?

Suddenly a gun shot broke through the tension and sadness and anger.

Both nations yelled in surprise and their attention jerked to Japan who had fired a gun to try and calm them down.

"Both of you please compose your selves!"

Denmark and Korea's breath was both ragged and uneven and both were still fairly angry with one another, but Japan with a gun was just a little too daring not to listen to.

Denmark huffed and stormed out of the room, not even caring if they were done bringing in supplies or not, and started to head back for his house.

Little did the three of them know that a certain blonde over heard everything that had been said…

"And I didn't make any promises not to tell anyone anything." He thought as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

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"Okay so like Russia is running low on ammo so like the best place to attack would totally be-"

"Poland, please slow down a bit I can't write that fast!" Poland huffed as he heard America on the other line scrawling down every word he just said, minus the "like" and "totally" of course.

"Okay now what would be the best place to attack?"

"It would totally have to be the small towns first since he figures everyone would go straight for the capital."

"Stupid ex-commie bastard…" America muttered, his pen moving frantically.

"Also I found out some important things today." Poland said flipping his hair back, feeling quite proud of himself.

"Oh really? What kind of things?"

"Well the reason why Korea is on Russia's side and a major weak point Denmark has."

"Poland…you just made my day."

"Yeah well you totally owe me for it later so don't get too happy~!" Poland said giggling. He proceeded to tell America how sensitive Denmark was about the Nordics leaving him and how Korea was so paranoid about China getting hurt.

"So I like totally say you go for China first and then that would totes make Iraq weaker since she's mooching off China weapon wise."

"That's the exact idea I got. If you can maybe dig a little deeper and snoop around and try to find Russia and Germany's weak points. They're the major leaders of that side so-"

"I'm so ahead of you it's not even funny!"
"What do you mean Poland?"

"Why do you think I suggested you take in Lithuania? Because for one I like totally don't want him getting hurt and two because then like Russia would so go easier on you."

"Yes I do remember Russia being quite uhm… obsessed with Lithuania."

"Oh my God I KNOW. Obsessed barely even covers it at all! But like Lithuania is smart enough to know-"

Suddenly there was the loud sound of a door closing and Poland's heart started to pound.

"I'll like talk you later." He quickly snapped his phone shut and pretended to work just as Russia walked into the room.

"Poland, good to see you're doing as you were told."

"I'm not a little five year old you know."

"Da but sometimes... certain children need to be punished a little more harshly than others~."

Poland tried to his best to keep his body relaxed but the Russian saw right through it.

"As long as you don't misbehave then I have no reason to harm you, just be good."

Poland bit down hard on his bottom lip knowing what he was doing could get him killed. Russia wouldn't just hurt him for espionage; he would murder him…literally.

"You have like nothing to worry about. Only a like total idiot would do something so stupid."

"And I think I'm that idiot." Poland added mentally.

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America held the phone to his ear and said "hello?" into the phone a few times before the dial tone confirmed that no one was there. He sighed and hung up the phone. America had new information and he had a few plans coming into his mind. England was also doing well with his job and making it a lot easier to spy but…none of that seemed to matter to him right now.

All he could think about was Canada…

Well…more like Cuba kissing Canada.

He just couldn't get it out of his head. How Cuba and Canada were kissing so deeply and lovingly for he didn't know how long. It killed him when he saw Canada wrap his arms around Cuba's neck and tilt his head, deepening the kiss. It made him want to just lie down and cry.

Whenever he saw Canada now, he would forget how to breathe and a massive sadness would sweep over him. Canada of course had no idea what was wrong.

America's mind was filled with so many questions.

Did Canada love Cuba? How long had he loved Cuba? Why did he love Cuba? Would Cuba treat him well? Would Canada be happy with Cuba? Had he and Cuba been together for a really long time? Had America just never known?

He was too scared and nervous and upset to ask Canada, who didn't even know America had seen him kissing Cuba, all these questions.

And then of course…questions involving him floated through his head.

Had Canada ever wanted to kiss him that way? Had Canada ever liked him? Had Canada ever loved him? What had Canada felt when America had kissed him to keep him quiet? Did Canada want to keep kissing him? Was Canada mad at him for kissing him? Why couldn't Canada love him and not Cuba?

America sighed heavily and shook his head. He was stupid for thinking so. Of course Canada didn't and wouldn't love him. After treating him so horribly? As if that would ever happen. America was actually surprised that Canada still even talked to him…

"Ah Mr. America, do you have a head ache?"

America peered over the top rims of his glasses at the brown haired nation standing in front of him.

"Oh… yeah but I'm fine Lithuania thank you."

Lithuania looked America, who was sitting with his head in his hands at his desk, and started to get worried. America had been so quiet and withdrawn the past couple of days. He hadn't been saying much and had barely even eaten. You could practically hear his stomach growl from across the room.

Lithuania knew this face, these actions, all of this, far too well.

America had all the typical symptoms of unrequited love.

He had the facial expressions, the mannerisms…everything. Lithuania had seen this expression many times…on Russia's face…

He sighed and asked America quietly," Would you like something to eat and some coffee?"

America nodded, finally giving his stomach some attention," I would love that, thanks."

Lithuania nodded as he exited the room trying to get the sad image of America out of his head.

He remembered back to the time when Russia had control of him. How Russia had called him into his office one day and Lithuania had thought he was in the biggest trouble of his life. Lithuania had stepped in quietly and shut the door to see Russia sitting at his desk, much like how America had been. Lithuania had started to tremble immediately and when Russia got up he had instinctively covered his face. Russia had gently pulled his arms away and looked directly into Lithuania's green eyes with his own violet orbs and said ever so softly to him," I love you."

Even to this day, Lithuania could still hear Russia's voice saying those three words over and over in his head.

He could also still see the look of absolute hurt on Russia's face when he hadn't responded. The tears that streamed down Russia's cheeks when Lithuania had shook his head no. And how Russia had dropped to his knees and clung to Lithuania's waist asking, pleading, begging Lithuania to love him.

Lithuania tried his hardest to push all the painful thoughts out of his head as he went to go get America his food. It was America he needed to worry about…not himself…not Russia…

But not worrying about Russia was impossible since he had been worrying every single day since he met him.

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Canada bit his bottom lip as he closed the distance between himself and America's door. He knew something was wrong with his brother and he had been a little wary of asking him. America seemed like he didn't want to talk about it but Canada decided there was no time like the present to break through a person's wall of stubbornness.

He took a deep breath and knocked softly on America's door with his first knuckle.

"Come in…" America said quietly and even more sadly. Canada opened the door a crack and asked softly," Are you busy?"

Even through the small space Canada could see America's head shoot up and look at him wide eyed.

"Oh uh no I'm fine…come in…" America sounded tense and nervous…maybe this had something to do with Russia…?

Canada apprehensively stepped into America's office and the door clicked when he shut it behind him. Canada took a few steps across the room and pulled his chair next to America's.

Silence hung in the air for a fairly long time until Canada sighed and spoke with a voice laced with genuine concern

"America…I'm worried."

"What are you worried about? Did you get hurt? Do you need me to-"

"No America I'm worried about you."

America was taken aback and his blue eyes widened at Canada.

"Why are you worried?"

"Well you've just been so quiet… and you seem so up tight…I'm just concerned…you're not usually like this."

America bit his bottom lip, his fear of Canada confronting him coming true. He decided a lie would be better to tell him for now…he would tell Canada how he really felt after the war. He just hoped Canada didn't fall too in love with Cuba to prevent that from happening…

"I've just been really stressed out…" America turned his gaze downward to his desk and tried to ignore the urge he had to pull Canada as close as he possibly could and never let go.

Canada followed his gaze and noticed the notes he had taken from his phone call with Poland on the desk. His eyes flicked over the messy scrawl but he was able to make out that Denmark had officially joined Russia's side.

"Is this what's worrying you?" Canada asked, reaching in front of his brother and pointing at the words on the page. America's breathing grew a little quicker as Canada unknowingly invaded his personal bubble and nodded quickly.

"Yeah…yeah I'm just worried about uh…Denmark invading…or something…"

America knew his response didn't sound very enthusiastic but he wasn't exactly Mr. Energy at the moment.

"If you want I can try and do something… try and talk to him…"

"No Canada you don't need to do that it's okay…" America barely even noticed the sigh that escaped his lips. Why was this so painful? Why was putting off what he had been dying to tell Canada for years this heart wrenching?

"America I'm worried! Really you're scaring me! I know you're stressed out but you really should talk to me about it… I know I'm not the best help in the world but-"

"You're all the help I need…" America interrupted softly. Canada, who heard this very clearly, tilted his head and asked," What do you mean?"

"Canada…there's something I need to tell you…"

"Sure America…anything."

America took the deepest breath he possibly could and looked Canada straight in the eyes.

"Canada I l-"

Suddenly door clicked and reopened and America resisted the urge to grab the pistol in his desk drawer and shoot whoever it was.

Sweden stood at his office door with the same expression he always had on his face.

"What is it?!" America snapped a little more annoyed than needed.

Sweden blinked twice and said in a monotone voice," H'rd Denmark join'd t'day."

"Yeah so?!"

"W's wond'rin' 'f 't w's tru'."

"Yes it's true now if you wouldn't mind leaving!"

Canada spoke up from his silence.

"Ah Sweden please…excuse my brother…"

Sweden just glared at America and nodded.

"C'n I ask…w'y he did…?"

"Uhm I don't know and I'm not sure if-"

"I'm guessing the ex-communist bastard forced him into it. He's such a coward I'm not surprised." America spit out, still thoroughly annoyed.

Sweden, even though he didn't show it, grew a little annoyed and possibly even worried about the Nordic. Denmark was certainly no coward and Russia forcing him was highly unlikely. Denmark and Russia were on pretty good terms so he had probably been drawn in without much resistance. Sweden sighed, the foolish and small desire that Denmark would join the side he was on completely gone.

"Besides why do you care? You hate him so-"

"W'en did I say th't?" Sweden argued without thinking.

"I just assumed since you got up and left so quickly." America replied leaning back in his chair.

Sweden knew that he had hurt Denmark incredibly bad when he, and the rest of the Nordics, had left but he really didn't want to be reminded of it. He made his decision based on what was best for his country…not based on his feelings.

In fact everyone, including Denmark, probably had the wrong idea of what his motives were for leaving.

"Sweden I'm sorry but you could leave just for a moment? America was trying to tell me something…"

America, during the entire time Sweden was in his office, was boiling. Fuming, angry, ashamed, depressed, confused. Canada acted like he cared but he knew that Canada didn't really mean it. Canada probably didn't mean any of it. Canada was probably lying to him. If Russia came along Canada would probably just run off with Cuba and leave America to fight for himself…

" It's going to be okay. I won't let anything happen to you."

"Hey, didn't I tell you that I wasn't going to let anything happen to you?"

"Well every hero needs a side kick right?"

Canada's words from the previous weeks raced through his head and each time it echoed in his mind it made him angrier and sadder and sicker… Canada was lying all those times… lying through his teeth…

"Get out, both of you."

Both Canada and Sweden looked at America in surprise. His eyes were dark and his face downward. In fact…he actually looked similar to Russia at the moment.

"America what's the ma-"

"Get out!!!" America snapped back his voice echoing through room.

Canada, frightened by his brother's actions, scampered out of his chair and hurried out the door with Sweden right behind him.

Did Denmark really have America that stressed out? Or maybe it was the fact that Denmark was on Russia's side? Whatever was bothering America, it was making him worry about him like crazy.

Maybe if there was some way to ensure Denmark wouldn't attack America…? But America was the head of this side… but what if someone else posed a threat…?

Suddenly an idea wormed its way into Canada's head…

A crazy idea…but it was probably just crazy enough to work.

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"I hope you happy now!" Germany said loudly and angrily to Russia.

"Oh would you care to clarify dear Germany?!" Russia said back equally annoyed.

"Gladly! America now has Lithuania and so guess what? We just lost all three Baltic nations!" Germany stated his blood feeling like it was about to boil.

"Just like how we lost both sides of Italy because of you?!" Russia said cocking his head and his face turning dark.

Germany glared at Russia and spat out," That was not my fault! He was going to join Iraq anyway!!"

"And you couldn't have 'convinced' him otherwise?"

"Unlike you I don't always use violence to get what I want!"

"My, my how you have forgotten World War 2." Russia knew how much Germany regretted the entire Nazi incident and resisted the urge to laugh when the other blonde flinched.

"That was a very long time ago! And what about you?! I guess beating the ones I actually care about is the way to get them to stick around."

Russia's eyes flared at the obvious implication of the Baltic countries. How he wished he could just smack that triumphant smirk of Germany's face…

"And you still care about Italy?"

Germany, caught of guard, huffed and crossed his arms, his stubbornness taking over his true feelings.

"No!"

"Liar, if you didn't care you wouldn't be so on edge~ maybe we should attack him first and get it over with da? And maybe I should make you do it since you obviously don't care."

Germany's anger flared and it took everything in his power not to charge forward and land his fist on Russia's face. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was hurt Italy. Sure he was stubborn and determined but even he had his limits…

"That would be pointless. Italy is weak enough as is, what would we gain by attacking?"

"Nothing really, it would just be a little bit of fun da~?"

"Unlike you Russia I'm not a huge sadist."

"World War Two Germany, World War Two…"

Japan, France and Poland, who were also in the room watched as Russia and Germany kept throwing insults back and forth, both too intrigued and scared to interrupt.

"Like how long are they going to like go at this?" Poland asked lazily.

"This is their fourth argument of the day…maybe another ten minutes…" France replied nonchalantly.

"Did you not get Lithuania to join because you knew he hated you for beating him? Or even better, he hates you for loving him." Germany said smirking… suddenly he got a weird feeling in his stomach…

"Oh just like how Italy loves you and you shoved him away for years?"

Germany was silent and staring at the floor wide eyed.

"Oh did I strike a nerve?" Russia asked smiling. Again no reply from Germany…

"Like hello? Anyone home?" Poland chirped; Germany's stomach felt very odd…

"Germany, say something, don't just stand there and take that." France said; it felt like someone was twisting his stomach into knots…

"Germany…are you alright?" Japan asked quietly; it suddenly started to burn…

Germany opened his mouth and everyone waited for his response.

Instead Germany dropped to his knees and violently vomited a stream of thick, red blood.

Author's Notes~

Prussia: Oh wow look at this! The two people who aren't nearly as awesome as me posted chapter seven...finally. The writer should apologize for that but you know what?! -Holds up mug of beer- CHEERS TO CHAPTER SEVEN!!!

Germany: -Holds up mug of beer- Ja! Also to the fans that commented, favorited and watched this story grow, we can't do it with out you. Cheers for all of you.

P: EVEN THOUGH the awesome that is me is NOT IN THIS I still should say that Havoc and Red cry and squeal every time they get fan mail hint hint nudge nudge~ -Hangs on to Luddie's neck-

G: No you were mentioned bruder. Also RedMoonDragon wants to give her full apologies to the lateness of the Chapter 6 illustration; I assure you that once we caught her we worked her so she could be on time for this chapter.

P: Yup...and we would have worked Havoc too but she's now lying dead in a ditch because she got killed for making Russia too much of a dickwad so ya' know…

G: Yes yes, we made sure she stayed alive…a little… so she could write another chapter.

P: Hah hah she's our writing slave and Red is our art monkey! Ha ha ha....-Passes out-

G: Oh bruder, we'll see you all next time -Drags Prussia away-

P: NEXT TIME!!! HAHAHHAHA...Zzzzzzzz -Snores-

Also the character of North Korea is not mine or Red's. North Korea (Im Hyung Soo) was designed and created by Lo-Wah at Deviant Art. All credit for his character go to her and we were granted permission by the artist to use him in our story,

Thank you Lo-Wah!

~See you all in the next chapter!