A/N: A Friend played out Poland's part dialogue and actions while i performed Germany's America's and Italy's. Hope you like it and this was my first try at a Hetalia play out with someone else and my friend has little knowledge of Polands character and personality but she's polish so she wanted to be Poland. Enjoy.

Randomness: A Hetalia Misunderstanding

Italy nervously announces "Idiot! Poland is an idiot!"

Poland replies matter of factly "So, Italy's an ass, what's the difference?"

Italy, feeling hurt, he cried "Waaaaahhhhhhh! Quit being mean..,...i'm gonna tell Germany on you!" He runs away to germany's house. Germany is working on his truck outside.

Poland screams after him "CHICKEN SHIT!"

America intervenes " Chill out dude. Don't be so mean to poor Italy..."

Poland snorts at America. America sighs " Poland, don't stir up trouble. Chill out before Britain involves himself."

Poland sighs "Fine, i'll chillax. I'll just go and love on France." He smiles, obviously bored now.

America laughs "Ohhhh...Britain will be jealous." Poking fun at the whole forced marriage incident between Britain and France.

Poland joins in laughing "Good, he needs to learn to share."

Suddenly a shadow is cast on America and Poland as Germany's booming voice thunders from behind them "What the hell are you two doing out here? Why is Italy crying in his room? I WANT ANSWERS, NOW!" He looms over America and Poland. They looked at Germany, he was wearing his normal attire of a black tanktop, his green military cap and pants along with his black gloves and steel toed boots. The only thing missing was his jacket but the day was hot and he had been working outside all day.

America laughed an excuse "I have to go. See you later Poland!" He tries to runs off but Germany catches him by his collar and drags him back, holds him in place then stares both America and Poland down.

Poland piped up "I have nothing to do with this Germany... And besides... U know that Italy picks on me. I'm just a lover. Not a fighter."

Poland watched Germany, scared of the consequences that they could be facing. days when he was a military interrogator.

Germany warned "If you lie to me, you will regret it. Italy is nothing but generous and blindly caring. Now tell me, who made Italy cry?" He looks at America then at Poland. "If you don't tell me, I will inflict severe punishment on the both of you." Immense anger blazes in Germany's eyes. His mind returning to the

America trembles with fear "Calm down Germany. Dude, it's okay. We'll cheer Italy up." The look in his eyes betrayed the carefree attitude he was trying to fake.

Poland steps back cowering "You know that America is the one who starts shit. I'm the one who gets hurt in the end." Poland decided t-to a-a-pproach..." his voice drifts off as Germany's presence seems to grow darker, enveloping him in a shadow of pure fear.

Germany growls with anger "EXPLAIN!" his voice transforms into a chilling snarl "America, speak...or else..." A shiver rises up America's back, too afraid to speak, but he forces himself, not wanting to anger Germany further. His words tumble out of his mouth with a stutter "Italy wa-was pl-playing and m-me and

America whispered to Poland "Poland...a little help here...?!"

Poland looks nervously at America and then at Germany. "I... I really don't remember... A-after some-something hit.. My head... And..." Poland mumbled under his breath. He looks back at America and then steps back one from Germany in fear.

America searches for an answer. He swallows his fear then speaks to Germany with his head held high "Um...you know how you said you wanted Italy to be more of a man? Well, that was what we were trying to do in a way."

Germany's eyes stared down at America, suspicious of rather they speak truth or not. He cracks his knuckles "Go on...if it's the truth, you have no reason to fear possible retribution."

America swallows hard and nervously laughs "We were trying to teach Italy how to take insult like a man and to be able to dish it out but it would seem the insults were too much for him."

America looked at Poland "Right?"

Poland forced a nonchalant attitude "Y-yes...thats...thats right..."

Germany looks at Poland, a glare that told him if he kept up the foolish act, he wouldn't be responsible for the actions he'll commit.

Poland chokes on a swallow trying to calm down. "Its...certainly true." He looks at America waiting for him to continue.

America smiles "We're sorry for the problem Germany. We'll cheer Italy up. Don't worry."

Germany looks at them "I have a better idea. Let's ask Italy for his side of the story."

America shrugs "Okay dude, fine. Go ahead." then followed a few steps back incase Germany was planning something horrifying. forward with Poland tucked behind him out of sight from Germany. Germany glared at them, a shiver crawled across America's skin.

Poland stands behind America, watching what's to happen next. Germany stood back, his hands on his hips "Then i'll go get Italy." He turned and began towards the house. America was ready to run for his left when Germany hollered back "Come on." his fingers beckoning them to follow. America hesitated

Poland walked closely to America making sure not to fall behind. They found Italy lying on his bed, crying into a pillow. Germany sat down next to him while Poland and America stood awkwardly in the doorway. Germany gestured for them to enter the room and shut the door behind them. America stepped

Poland swallowed hard, slipping out from behind America and walked over to Italy stumbling over things. He sat next to Italy, almost cuddling with him.

Watching Germany he ordered "Get over here America. Now!" feelings. What can we do to make it up to you? Anything it the world, name it."

America smiles at Germany then shrugs as he approaches Italy and puts a hand on his shoulder while looking at Poland for a hint as to what he should do now. Poland stroked Italy's hair trying to comfort him to settle down. America took the hint and rubbed his back "Hey Italy. We're sorry if we hurt your

Italy hiccupped as he looked up at America and Poland "Anything?" Poland nodded and continued to stroke his hair.

America smiled "Anything. Just name it."

Italy smiled "Can we go to the pasta fest in town? Can Germany come?"

America felt a nervous feeling crawl across his skin as he forced a smile "Yeah. We can and Germany can join us. Right Poland?" America looked at Poland, a drop of sweat trickled down his forehead at the thought of Germany tagging along.
Poland yelled "Hell yeah! Pasta fest here we come!" A huge grin spread across his face.
Italy announced "PASTA!"

Before any of them could say anything more Germany inquired "Italy, Isn't there a contest going on at the festival?"

Italy's face lit up "Oh yeah. The 'Cutest Pasta Makers' contest. We must compete." isn't going to wait all day." Italy cheered as America walked away to the bathroom with a grim expression on his face.

Germany smiled "And i know a way to make you three into the cutest little pasta makers." Germany opened Italy's closet where 3 dresses hung. A blue one, a red one and a green one. Germany handed the green one to Poland, the blue one to America and the red one to Italy. "Get dressed you guys. The festival

Poland took the green dress and skipped off to put it on after exclaiming "Green!"

America walks out of the bathroom with the dress on and his aviator jacket on over it. Germany shook his head while pointing at the jacket then held out his hand. Reluctantly America slipped off the jacket as Italy tied a blue maid's bonnet over his head. America looked at Germany "What about you?"

Germany smiled "I am the chaperone. I can't leave three young lady's alone at a festival cooking."
Poland returned with the dress on along with the bonnet. Italy raised a hand in the air and curtsied to the others "Now we can go to the festival."

Poland twirled around in the dress "I feel so beautiful!"

"Nice job Poland. You really immortalize the moment." America's face blushed.
Poland and Italy twirled around out the door to the Germany's truck.

America pinched the bridge of his nose as they climbed into the back of Germany's truck and drove to the Pasta Festival. Italy jumped out when they arrive and sang "Pasta! Pasta! Pasta Festival! Yahoooo!" He grabbed the hem of his dress and held it up as they approached the kiosks. "Come on guys! Let's go."

poland followed close behind, skipping happily while humming a cheerful tune. America was hesitant towards following. He glanced into the window of the truck observing his reflection. He looked like a young adorable schoolgirl but it disturbed him that the image he looked at was himself. Germany stood behind him, clearing his throat "Come on America. You said you'd do anything to make Italy happy and this was what he wanted. Besides, you don't look half bad. Enjoy yourself for Italy's sake."

America frowned then smiled happily "Fine. Escort me in then." He held out his hand and Germany took it, bowed then hooked his arm with his and walked at America's side as they joined Poland and Italy.

Poland spun around and exclaimed "oh! Me too!" He hooked arms with Italy and Germany bouncing up and down with Italy in excitement. America's face turned a deeper shade of red than Italy's dress from embarrassment.
Germany smiled "You all look great."

America forced a smile on his face as they moved from kiosk to kiosk following an extremely energetic Italy all over the place. Finally after eating different types of pasta and looking at art made of pasta and many other things, it was announced over the loudspeaker that the contestants for the cutest little pasta maker competition were to line up on stage to compete and be judged. Italy squealed with joy as he dragged everyone up on stage. He held America's and Poland's hands while Germany stood behind them.

Poland looked around at the crowds, then at America, who he winked at and then at Italy who he smiled at "This is so much fun!" twirled around with Italy and Poland.

America ground his teeth, more annoyed by Poland's annoyingly chipper attitude towards the contest. He reluctantly curtsied when they were named and introduced as group 4. Germany bumped America slightly with his elbow as they smiled for the crowd. "Remember your promise, America." America sigh then

Then the announcers spoke into a microphone "And now for the contest to begin. GROUP DANCE!"
Poland smiles joyfully and dances with Italy and America switching every now and then and eventually dragging Germany to join in with their dancing. Soon they were dancing in a huge circle, then they release and spun around Germany, Italy hooked his arm with Germany's and ran in a circle then spun off to hook up with America as Poland hooked arms with Germany, spun a few times then spun off to Italy then America hooked arms with Germany.

Poland and Italy slid there hands down, and ran in a circle hand in hand around Germany and America. Then Italy took America's spot and they continued, their ribbons that tied their hair up fluttered in the breeze, their movements were fun, slightly clumsy but all together perfectly amazing and graceful in a way. The dance ended with Germany holding Italy up in the air facing the crowd smiling proudly with America and Poland bowing on either side of Germany. They held their hems off the ground in a perfect curtsy.

After they danced a voice came on the speaker announcing "Next up, Stage 2 of the contest. Beauty Pageant. The groups have 20 minutes to get ready in the dressing rooms."

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