"Far over the Misty Mountains cold… To dungeons deep and caverns old…" Under the low voice of Thorin Oakenshield, Remmirath awoke abruptly, sitting in the huge bed and looking at the phone's display.

– Heck, I forgot to turn off the alarm – she grumbled, tucking the phone in her pocket and groping all over the bed for her glasses. She walked like a zombie to the bathroom, trying to fix the complete mess aka her hair. She finished brushing her teeth and stood there looking at the mirror, without actually seeing anything. Her mind was travelling still in the strange dream she had had. It was better to forget that before she started to want to write another story about hay balls or conclusions. When she was thinking about what to do with the torn Blind Guardian t-shirt that she had used to sleep, she heard someone pounding on the door and promptly went to open it.

Guten Morgen[1], it's a great pleasure for you to acknowledge the awesome me, Gilbert Beilschmidt – boasted the albino in front of the brunette, leaning on the threshold and analyzing her from head to tiptoes with his ruby eyes.

– Really? – the girl asked ironically, crossing her arms. She still hadn't forgotten his fool comment in the previous day. – Shame we don't share the same opinion, Prussia. What do you want?

– Oh, you... – babbled the red-eyes guy, blinking at the fact that this totally unawesome human knew who he was. But he recovered in one sec. – Westo asked me to bring this for you to use while he tries to find clothes… adequate for you, human – he informed, with a malicious grin, delivering to the girl some neatly folded green and black clothes and a pair of plain leather boots.

Danke[2] – Remmirath thanked, balancing the clothes on her hand. Arching an eyebrow, she asked. – Anything else?

– Oh, and the breakfast is already served, if you don't come in ten minutes, human, I'll eat it all. Kesekesekse~~ – the Prussian warned, laughing down the hall with the yellow bird flitting around him.

– I have a name, do you know? – she shout at the back of the crazy brother of Germany, closing the door. Eu tenho nome, sabia? – Gritou para as costas do irmão louco de Alemanha, fechando a porta. She dressed quickly, looking in the mirror and realizing that she looked like a soldier of German army. Green uniform with a black tank top underneath, complete with the boots. She decided to leave the uniform open, even if it could cause a bout of perfectionism into someone, and she held her hair in a sloppy bun while looking through a window; downstairs, in a training camp, she could see a desperate Italy running from an infuriated Germany. She laughed internally, looking at the watch, and then went down as fast as she could, limping through the same way she remembered from the night before. She ate just a piece of apfelstrudel (apple pie) and drank coffee with milk, since it was the only option besides sausages of all kinds, which Prussia was attacking mercilessly. He was not kidding when he said he would eat it all.

Links zwo, drei, vier links[3] – Germany was counting in his typical voice to boot the timpani, marching while Italy was almost dragging on the ground, trying to keep pace. They had been doing exercises for hours, the morning was hot and the sun was directly overhead, Germany's uniform shirt was tied around his waist and the black tank top stressed his well-designed arms. – Come, Italy, you have to get stronger!

– But, buuut... I have white flags! – Veneziano complained, whimpering. Then she saw the Brazilian girl coming, stood up and ran to hide behind her, or try it, as the girl was shorter than him. – Remmi, Remmi heeeeelp! – he asked, holding her shoulders and shaking.

– Quit behaving like a coward, Italy! – Doitsu roared, approaching them in heavy steps. – If you don't finish the 42 laps' race, I'll leave without pasta for two weeks!

No, everything but the pasta! – the brown-haired begged, throwing himself at the feet of the blond and crying a waterfall.

– Hey, you could go easier on him... – Remmirath intervened out of pity for the poor and cute Italy, immediately feeling she should sneak out and run away before Doitsu's glaring should fall on her. – I mean, okay he is not a military prodigy, or economical... – she tried to mend. – ...but, think, he descends from Rome, he has one of the best cuisines and arts of the world, training to exhaustion after so many decades won't change him.

– Veeee think about the great grandpa Rome! – Veneziano asked, with his eyes sparkling.

Germany stared at the two of them for a few seconds before sighing defeated. He never knew how to deal with that face of his friend.

– The training is over for today – Doitsu said, and the Italian began to celebrate, hoping.

– Yeaayy! Yeaaayy!... But what about my pasta? – Italy asked worried, stopping and making the Brazilian laugh.

– Eat it in your house, I don't want mess in my kitchen! – the German warned, shaking his index finger in front of the Italian's face and going back to the Racing track: he hadn't finished that lap yet.

– Roger that, Captain! – Italy saluted, comically, turning on his heel and suddenly hugging the girl, who shriveled when he kissed her cheeks. – You saved me, Remmi, thank you, grazie! – and he tightened the hug, spinning her and almost crushing the girl.

– Ok, now leave me – Remmirath growled, embarassed, almost purpler and slightly dizzy due to the spinning.

– Hetalia! Leave the girl! – Germany commanded, arising bedhind Rome's grandson, who released the girl and was lifted by the neck, like a potato bag.

– Look, Germanycat! – Italy exclaimed, pointing at the cat that was passing by. Veneziano was released and ran after the cat in circles around them. – Wait, Germanycat, let's play!

Bist du okay?[4] – the blond asked, looking at Remmirath, who was rubbing her arms and grimacing.

– Sure, I'm excellent, only just been crushed by half of Italy – the curly-haired joked, cursing quietly. – If the Venetian had embraced some of his enemies in war you have won quickly, especially that squeamish France.

– And how do I get him to do that? – Doitsu asked, he could not remember any of these tactical strategies in the books he had read.

– Perhaps saying that if he hugs this or that country he will win a one-month supply of pasta? If normal training doesn't work, you better try the reward system – Remmirath suggested snapping her shoulders as she watched Hetalia chase the kitty all over the field. Until the moment when the gray cat came running towards her and jumped into her arms, and she instinctively grabbed the cat, which turned hissing to the Venetian that came rushing madly, risking a collision. Remmirath closed her eyes expecting the worst.

– It seems one of America's ideas – Doitsu commented, before his pet had thrown itself in Remmirath's nap. With one hand, he held Italy before he could hurt someone. – Italy, be more careful, go play with your cat – he asked, with a huge drop down over his forehead while his friend was waving his arms in the air as if swimming.

– But, buuuuut ... I wanted to play with your cat, I don't know why he always runs away from me! – Italy whimpered, depressed, throwing himself to the floor and rolling to and fro, complaining.

– Err ... - Germany never knew how to act in those situations. His eyes widened when a red Ferrari convertible appeared at high speed, and Germany jumped, pushing Remmirath, who was almost hit when the car skidded.

– Myaaah! – Germanycat exclaimed, jumping to the ground before he was smashed, at the same time when Romano noosed Veneziano and sped up the convertible car.

Maledetto potato-eater! – swore Romano, sticking his tongue out at Doitsu, when he was already kilometers away.

– Scheiße*, brainless Italian... are you hurt? – Germany asked, his hands resting on the floor supported his weight, and he stared worried at the brunette. Both were slightly red due to the situation.

– If you get off, maybe not – Remmirath muttered, looking away to the side as he stood up. – Thank you, it's the second time today – she thanked, accepting the hand he offered to get up, hoping her face wouldn't blush more when her gaze fell on his strong arms and shoulders.

– And both were Italy's fault – Doitsu amended without noticing what the girl was looking. – Come with me, I want to show you something – he asked, going to the shed she had seen the day before. He frowned when he heard the strange laughter of his brother, wondering that he should be reading his own diaries again.


[1] Good morning

[2] Thank you

[3] Left, two, three, four, left

[4] Are you fine?