Chapter 11: Help

"I came to help. See, I brought a flashlight," the unknown person turned on a flashlight and pointed it at its gooey green face. Which scared Italy and Prussia even more.

"R-Russia?" Mumbled Germany as he stood up towards the man. Italy and Prussia stopped screaming.

"Yes," replied Russia as he handed Germany the flashlight.

"R-Russia?" Exclaimed Prussia terrified as he hid behind Germany.


"So you actually came to save us?" Germany asked as the four sat in the boat holding flashlights. Russia sat by himself with the other three across from him. Russia had brought an engine to help the boat keep going. He, still dripping with go, sat quietly as he smiled at the three. Russia was the scariest person they'd want to find under these circumstances.

"Yes."

"But I thought Russia was an Allied Power," mumbled Italy as he kept eating the stuff on his hands. Germany smacked Italy's hands away every time Italy tried eating more of the unknown substance.

"Who cares, just get rid of him!" Yelled Prussia as he whispered quietly, avoiding Russia's gaze.

"Oh I am. We're spying on you."

"H-how can you say that with such a straight face?" Mumbled Germany disturbed.

"Its okay, its just America and France. Those two can't do much whithout me. Besides Prussia's here. So we can't have a battle. What were to happen if the three of you died in some deserted ride? I'd much prefer you dying in the snow on my land," Russia smiled. It gave everyone goosebumps.

"S-so you rush in to help us? I hope you don't expect nothing in return," Germany mumbled as he sighed.

"That's alright. I never did this for that reason. All I wish is for you to give me a fight to remember."

"A fight to remember?"

"Yes. Are you three wet? I brought towels in my bag," Russia, from behind, took out a bag and handed the three towels in case they had gotten dirty. After Germany cleaned his head and hands, he started helping Italy clean his hands, face, and shoulders.

"Ow ow ow! M-my hair!" Exclaimed Italy as his single curly hair was being dried with the towel. His face turned pink.

"Just stop moving or it'll come off!" Replied Germany.

"Ow ow ow! It hurts!'" Yelled Italy as he tried pushing Germany away.

"Italia, you're still wet!"

"No no no! It hurts! Stop pulling on it Germany-san~!"

"Quit moving! Its you're fault for dipping you're head in the stuff in the first place!" Yelled Germany as he now pinned Italy down on the plank seat, trying to clean him. Italy though tried pushing Germany from off of himself. Prussia just sighed.

"Those two always like that?" Russia asked. Prussia nodded.

"Ah, they must get along so well. I'd be envious being left out of that," smiled Russia. Prussia then turned again at the two as they kept arguing. His small moments of relief turned back to worry.

I am envious.


"Italia, why is you're hair like that?" Asked Holy Roman Empire as the two sat on a small table for lunch. Hungary had built them a small table to sit right besides the backdoor entrance to eat at. They were children afterall.

"Oh, you mean this?" Asked Chibitalia as he pointed to his small curling hair. Hre nodded.

"Do you make it that way?"

"No, its always been like that. Though I don't like it when Hungary touches it when she brushes my hair."

"Oh, why's that?" Asked Hre.

"Oh, because I get this feeling when it is."

"Feeling?"

"Here you two are. I made a strawberry cake," Hungary said as she placed the two small plates on the table. The white frosting was topped off with strawberry and the inside had pieces of strawberry too.

"Oh, its good Hungary-san!" Replied Chibitalia. Hungary stood outside, leaning against the wall aside the two.

"Thanks, I just learned how to make it. Though were running out of dough for cake mix. Chibitalia, would you fetch some later at the grocery market?"

"Ye-"

"I'll go too," replied Hre looking at Hungary, "t-the bag might be too heavy so I c-can help Italia carry it and-"

"Sure, you can go too Holy Roman Empire," laughed Hungary. It was pretty obvious to her that Hre liked Italia. You'd almost have to be blind not to see it.


"Aww, aren't they cute?"

"That's the most adorable thing I've ever seen!"

"That's so sweet!"

A group of old, gussied up ladies sat in a cafe near the sidewalk were Chibitalia and Holy Roman Empire walked through town. The two had caught much attention from the women and young girls as they walked. It might have been because Hre was holding Chibitalia's hand. His face was all red.

"Holy Roman Empire, why are you holding my hand?" Asked Chibitalia curiously turning to him. Hre let go.

"I-If you want I can let go! I thought you might get lost from my sight and wander off somewhere and-!" Chibitalia grabbed Hre's hand again.

"Its okay, I won't wander off especially from you Holy Roman Empire."

Hre felt his face turn even more red. He felt his heart racing.

"It is you're first time in the market, so you're probably really scared to be seperated. But don't worry! I won't let go!" Smiled Chibitalia. Hre's heart dropped. He felt embarressed now. Not only did Chibitalia think he was scared, but she felt obligated now to hold his hand. Hre could only sigh at this misunderstanding.


"Okay, thank you! Come again!" Waved the old baker from his counter as Chibitalia reached for the high counter to grab the change, his small head barely reaching. Hre was busy placing the big sack of dough on the red wagon he had rolled in with them to help with the bag. As the two started to walk back on the sidewalk again, Hre pulling the wagon and still holding Chibitalia's hand, he felt Chibitalia pull at a direction away from where they were heading.

"Look Holy Roman Empire, paints!" Squealed Chibitalia in delight as he pressed his small hands against the window were a wide assortment of paints, boards, paper, pencils, etc. were on display.

"Lets go inside," mumbled Hre seeing how happy Chibitalia was at seeing them. Hre placed the small wagon on the footsteps of the store as they entered. An old man with a funny whit hat sat there, painting something in the middle of the store.

"W-what do you want Italia?" Hre mumbled nervously as he stood besides the open doorway. Chibitalia was too busy looking at the old man working on his painting. Curious now, Hre walked besides Chibitalia too see what the old man was painting. It was a beautiful landscape of some kind with a field of flowers and in the background trees and a cloudless sky. In a far distance in the middle of the field two people stood. Hre tried squinting to see who they where, but was unable to see them clearly. All he could see was that one wore green and the other wore blue.

"Sir, who are those people?" Asked Hre as he tugged at the man's paint dirty apron he wore on his waist. The man turned down to look at the two small children.

"Ah! I don't know."

"Then how come you're painting them?" Asked Chibitalia.

"Ah, it was a vision I had. When I have visions I paint them. I can see what's going to happen in the future."

"In the future? This looks like the field behind Austria's house," mumbled Hre.

"Why yes it does. On my way home yesterday I had a vision about two people in a field, so I decided to paint them before I forget."

"Isn't this one missing something?" Asked Chibitalia as he pointed at the painting.

"Oh, yes! I forgot to paint in one of their hair!" Exclamied the man as he dipped his brush into a light soft yellow. As the old man kept working, some of it accidently splashed onto Chibitalia's hair and face

"I-Italia, some got on you're hair and face," mumbled Hre as he tugged on Chibitalia's sleeve.

"Uwa, I can't see it. Holy Roman Empire, will you wipe it off for me please?" Asked Chibitalia. The man then handed Hre a small white wet cloth. a little far away from the painting old man, Hre started wiping off the yellow paint from Chibitalia's face, holding his head as he did so so as not to rub too hard. Hre's face went a little red.

"Ow ow ow! It hurts."

"S-sorry. But you shouldn'd stand so close in the first place. Here, let me clean you're hair now," mumbled Hre. Chibitalia pulled down his white scarf from his head as Hre dried the paint from his hair. As he finished, he started for the small curly hair Chibitalia had.

"D-does it hurt?" Asked Hre as he dried it delicately. Chibitalia shook 'no', his small pale face now red, which made Hre's face grow even more red.

"Ahh, n-not so fast," mumbled Chibitalia.

"S-sorry," uttered Hre.

"Hah ha! You two don't move! This'll make a great painting!" Exclaimed the old man as he, with a new white board and facing the two, repeatedly glanced at the two from beyond the board and paints. The two smal nations stood still as the old man kept painting. Hre noticed all the wonderful paintings covering all the walls in the store. Chibitalia stood still as he too stared in awe at all the beautiful artwork.


"Sorry for you're little friend's hair. Here's some paint and boards on the house! And another thing, take these two paintings with you!" Exclaimed the old man as he handed the now dry painting of Hre and Chibitalia and the two strangers on the field. Hre looked up at the man confused.

"But who are they?" asked Hre in confusion.

"Why you should know better than anyone!" Laughed the old man. Hre just stared at the paintng confused then at the old man as he placed the objects on the wagon. Chibitalia sat on the bag of dough eating a cookie from a small transparent plastic bag waiting for the old man to finish placing evrything carefully at the back part o fthe wagon.

"But I don't," mumbled Hre.

"You will eventually," mumbled the old man. as Hre started pulling the wagon down the sidewalk, the old man called out form behind, "those are so you will remember! You're going to forget everything so might as well have something to remember things by!"

Hre tunred back at the man confused and waved bye as Chibitalia cried out 'thank you'.

Remeber? What am I going to forget?


"No Hungary! Don't brush my hair!" Yelled a dressed up Chibitalia jsut coming from the shower with dry but unbrushed hair. Hungary chased the small boy around the room.

"But you have to be brushed Italia!" Yelled Hungary. She didn't understand why Chibitalia hated being brushed so much. Hre then started walking through the hallway leading to the bathroom, till he heard al the commotion in the room. he peaked inside, where Chibitalia was jumpin gon the bed, tyring to avoid Hungary. The two turned around, noticing him.

"Holy Roman empire, brush my hair!" Cried out Chibitalia as he ran up to Hre and grabbed onto him. Hre's face went red. Hungary noticed and decided to hand over Hre the brush.

"Uh, sure," mumbled Hre as Chibitalia took out his small wooden stool so Hre can start brushing his hair.

A little while later, Hungary peeked inside the room, where she saw Chibitalia's and Hre's face completely red as Hre brushed the small curly hair. Hungary just laughed.


Later at night, the two small nations sat in Hre's room reading. Hre was reading Chibitalia a fairytail as he sat on his bed and Chibitalia on his small wooden stool, eating cake. The small room was lighten up by a candle, where the iluminating light shinnned on the two paintings that hung on Hre's walls.


That'd be awesome! :D