In Order of Appearance:

Paris- France.

London- England.

"So, London…I have something important to say to you…I would like for you…to marry me."

"Urrgh…what?"

[INSERT HETALIA: AXIS POWERS OPENING HERE]

"That's very funny, Paris. I don't believe its April Fool's Day yet though."

The Englishwoman and Frenchman was sat at either side of a desk, a gloomy aura filling Paris' half of it.

"What's the matter old chap?" London said, standing up from her seat intimidatingly. "Can't you even afford to buy a calendar anymore?" The Brit started laughing.

"You are wrong, mon ami." Paris said quietly. "And this is not as funny as you make it seem."

London snapped slightly. "Alright, what the hell is wrong with you?! I know it's only been a decade since the War ended but you never end up like this after one!"

Paris slid a piece of paper to the Englishwoman's side of the desk, a pen laying on top. "Here, take this." He said, still quiet.

"THAT'S A MARRIAGE REGESTRATION FORM YOU IDIOT!" London yelled.

London picked up the pen to show him what she thought of it, but Paris grabbed her hand to restrain her.

"No, it's not. Can't you see, it's a calendar? It seems the War has ruined your eyesight."

"Urgh…"

"It's for you! It is a calendar!"

"What's come over you?! Unhand me you stupid French wanker!"

London's grip on the pen had slightly loosened as she spoke, so Paris had managed to get her hand to go next to the form, and slowly letter by letter, started writing her name:

L

"Just sign it!"

O

"I will do no such thing!"

N

"I said sign it!"

D

"I said no!"

O

"Stop it! No!" London managed to elbow Paris in the chest, making him loosen his grip on the pen. "I don't know what you're up to, but I don't like it!"

"Look, I don't want to be part of this either but I have no choice! Come on, blame the War and all the other things that cost money, its put me close to bankruptcy! If I don't get married to you straight away, I overheard my boss saying he would kill me, and that would suck!"

London elbowed Paris even harder in the chest. "That is still not a satisfactory reason to be wed! How about I show you what I think of this 'calendar'!"

The Englishwoman scribbled over the whole Marriage Registration Form, leaving it covered and the nearly completed name underneath almost impossible to read.

"No, what are you doing?!"

"Now, you see! That's what happens when you force people to marry you, frog!" London started laughing again.

"You brute, you devil, you bitch! Don't you care if I die?" Paris grabbed hold onto London's suit, almost groping her breasts in the process. "Please, I'm begging you, please listen to me! I can become England's quaint little French Village if you want me to. I am not even asking to become a city! Come on, help me!"

London pushed off the begging Frenchman. "For a first, I am not a female dog. And no way in hell you fool! Who on Earth would I want to marry you? First of all, you need to deal with and accept your failures."

The Englishwoman hadn't realised that while she was talking, Paris had snuck up behind her until she felt his arms grab her under her armpits.

Paris laughed slightly, before dragging London to somewhere the Brit had no clue of.

"Unhand me this instant you cheese loving git! Let me go, loosen you grasp. Are you listening Paris? I said let me go and loosen your grasp! This is rather undignified, even if I wasn't a lady!"

Merging of England and France

While there was a growing sense of crisis in 1956, the French Prime Minister Guy Mollet suggested to Paris and London that the countries they are capitals of merge, saying that they would agree to have Queen Elizabeth be the united sovereign. Even after being summarily turned down, he requested for France to join the Commonwealth of Nations.

Well, if you think about it, that'd be…impossible.

"No, I will be fine! You will see, just you watch me. I'll be fine, just fine!"

~Hetalia~

"Count off!"

"Uno!"

"二!"

"Drei. Now, for the secret training. First scenario, what would you two do if you came across London and you were unarmed?!" It was a normal training session for the Axis. Bonn would give them scenario's or send them on insanely long runs, Rome would usually end up slacking off while Tokyo tried her best, though she didn't always keep up with her fitter female companion.

"Well, what would you do?!" She said, pointing to Rome.

"Oh, I know! I'd make a white flag with a stick and a handkerchief and wave it around really fast! And then I'll cry for help!"

"Dummkopf! If you do that you will lose!" Bonn turned to Tokyo. "Tokyo, correct answer!"

"Hai! You should impersonate William I's wail."

One Hour Later

London had decided to watch in on how the Axis were doing.

Dropping herself silently from a tree, she landing into the bush below effortlessly. Crawling through it and avoiding the thorns, she popped up to make sure no-one had seen her.

Two Hours Later

Tokyo was panting, in a crawling position on the floor, getting up after a couple of seconds. "This is fun." She said to Rome. "Training sure is helpful, hai?"

"It sure is!" The Roman replied. "Now I know exactly what to do if I ever run into London!"

"OK then! Let us continue!" Bonn yelled, even though it wasn't necessary.

London had managed to make it right next to the area the Axis were training in, crawling on her stomach.

"London wants you to accept her bastard child as your own. Now, what do you do?"

"Haha, stupid Bonn." The Londoner said to herself. "I'm in the SAS, when it comes to spying there is no-one better than the English." She poked her head through the bush, ignoring the cat in her uniform jacket and the mouse perched on her arm. "That was all too easy. Now I shall observe your top secret training."

"What do you do?" Bonn said. "London is slowly closing in on you. But the thing is, she's dressed up for a carnival and is swishing her hips!"

London didn't like that scenario, one bit.

~Hetalia!~

Tokyo was back in her Home Capital, hoping to actually relax after all the training Bonn had being giving her. At least she wasn't so harsh on her as she was Rome.

"Good morning Tokyo!"

The Japanese girl turned around to be enveloped into a hug by a certain North Italian. "Hug!"

"No please, I don't understand what's happening!" The Asian, and the eldest of the three, wasn't used to such close affection. Bonn accepted the hugging a little more since she had been close to Paris, Rome and several other clingy affectionate countries, but Tokyo's Asian neighbours all preferred their personal space.

Tokyo also had pretty strong arms due to working with her katana and her own training for the War, and Rome was about to realise how much strength she actually had when she needed it.

The Japanese girl slammed both her hands into Rome's chest, sending him backwards on the floor. "You invaded my personal space! And it's not as if I had much to begin with!"

Rome wasn't used to such harsh treatment from his Japanese friend as he was his German one, so he felt a bit rejected.

"I do hope you realise how awkward that whole thing was for me." Tokyo said, still trying to calm down.

News Flash!

"This scratch, could it be from…that time?"

Washington D.C.'s Storage Room Cleaning.

Coming Soon!

Capitalia Profiles- Moscow

Name- Moscow

Human Name- Alexandr Braginski

Alternative Spellings- N/A

Age- 18

Gender- Male

Birthday- December 18th

Hair Colour- Light Blonde

Eye Colour- Violet

Height- 177cm

First Appearance- Chapter/Episode 1

Mother Nation- America

Father Nation- Russia

Relationship Status- Single

Relationships With:

Allies: Beijing, London, Ottawa, Paris + Washington D.C.

Enemies: Bonn, Rome + Tokyo

Little Brothers: Washington D.C.,

Little Sisters: London, Beijing, Minsk, Vilnius, Tallinn, Riga, Kiev.