Kagaya: Hello everyone!

Hungary: Sorry the new chapter's up so late somebody's laptop got taken away.

Kagaya: I really tried hard to limit the number of times I said the word "dude"

Hungary: Kagaya and I suggest that you go back to chapter 10, y'know to set the mood, before reading the new one.

Kagaya: But it's up to you readers so please enjoy!


Italy's House

Germany knew that he wouldn't leave this house unscathed, most likely in a body bag, but he wouldn't go down without a fight. He'd endured a surprise training from his grandfather years ago, so he was fairly competent when it came down to hand-to-hand combat, and Germany could handle any gun known to man.

The blonde boy stood still, daring any one of the men armed with various weapons to strike first, for he would only fight in self-defense.

"What are you idiots waiting for? Get him!" Romano commanded.

The men charged at him, Germany decided to start the fight out on defense. The first attack came from a big burly brown-haired man with a scar across his forehead. He brought down a metal pipe, intending to slam it on Germany's head. Germany swiftly kicked it out of his hand, unarming the man, and elbowed him in the ribs. The man stumbled backwards and fell, he was swallowed up by the rest of the crowd.

Next was a skinny man who was very quick, he punched Germany three times in the stomach, then somehow got behind him and Germany felt a kick behind the knees, he buckled to the ground. Lucky for him, that kick saved him from a metal bat being swung across his face.

Somebody roundhouse punched Germany, but he bent back, and felt the anonymous man's knuckles swish past his nose. He felt a shank brush past his uniform, it didn't impale him, but it did slice open the sleeve, revealing a sliver of his skin. Germany staggered back when he felt brass knuckles connect with his shoulder. He hissed in pain, and punched him in the nose, effectively knocking him out.

After several minutes of attempting to get pass the swarm of men, anger overtook Germany's voice of reason, and he began lashing out blindly, connecting his fist with whatever came close enough to punching range. Offense was now his tactic. The size of the Mafia dwindled quicker, and finally disappeared. Germany was breathing heavily, he took a glance at the groaning men that littered the yard, and sighed in relief.

"Amigo," Spain called from behind. "You didn't forget about me did you?"

Germany spun around, hands ready to fight. Spain slung the spiked bat he held over his shoulder, his eyes sinister. To tell the truth he had forgotten, he was too focused on the catastrophe that was the Italian Mafia. The brunette laughed darkly, and tossed the bat to the ground.

"I like fair fights, don't you?" Spain asked while he rolled up his uniform sleeves.

Germany didn't respond, his anger died down and he was currently trying to plan out how he would fight Spain.

"I hope you're ready!" Spain yelled as he rushed at the blonde with lightning speed. He aimed a back kick at Germany's abdomen, Germany stepped back, avoiding a concussion. The blonde retaliated by backhanding the brunette. Spain caught his arm, and kicked his feet from under him. Germany fell to the ground, but quickly rolled over, when he saw Spain's foot coming at him.

"Before this continues, would you like to explain exactly how you made Feliciano cry?"

Germany raised an eyebrow. Did he seriously want an explanation, the blonde boy was skeptical at first, but he would do anything to stop fighting with Spain.

Germany looked at the ground and started explaining, "I didn't make him cry purposely, I told him that I was his first love that moved away years ago, but….but he didn't believe me. I got some advice from Belgium, Hungary, and Kagaya, and it put me in the right direction. I'm here now to go apologize, and give him confirmation that I am his first love."

He looked back up and saw Spain in tears, (manly tears, mind you.) Spain held out a hand and helped Germany up.

"Lo siento amigo, I had no idea it was like that! Run into the house, I'll keep little Lovi from shooting an arrow at you, they really the way Lovi shoots them. Now run!"

Germany and Spain both ran to the porch, Romano stood up and aimed an arrow at Germany's head, but Spain caught it between his forefingers before it reached it's destination.

"You jerk, why'd you stop me! I almost had him!" Romano screamed.

Germany quickly opened the door, and flew in, thanking Spain before running up the stairs.

"Good luck, amigo!" Spain called before being shot in the head with one of Romano's arrows. He rubbed the back of his head, careful not to touch the newly placed arrow. "That hurt Lovi! Me duele la cabeza! You're so mean!"

"It was supposed to hurt, idiota. And stop calling me Lovi!"

Outside Italy's Room

Germany inhaled, then he exhaled. This was the moment of truth. He slipped his hand in his pocket to check if he photo was still intact. Thankfully, it was. He twisted the doorknob, and opened the door to Italy's room.

Italy was laying on his bed, drawing in his sketchbook, his eyes looked lifeless and dull, he wasn't smiling, and he didn't even look up at Germany. Germany sat on the edge of the bed, hoping that Italy would at least glance at him. In actuality, Italy did much more than glance, shrieked, stared at him for a second, then started crying really loudly.

There were a serious of loud thumps and crashes coming from outside the door.

"Lovi~ Don't go in! Leave them alone!" Spain pleaded, wrapping his arms around the raging brother.

"No way, if my brother's crying, it's my job to kill his problems!"

" I don't think kill is the right word! I'll take you to that Italian restaurant down the street and treat you!"

Romano stopped flailing. "You better have a crap ton of money then, tomato jerk! Let's go!" He grabbed Spain's hand, and sped outside, slamming the door behind him.

Italy wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and faked a smile, "I'm really sorry Germany, for crying like that. D-do you, need s-something?"

Germany took a deep breath, cupped Italy's tear stained cheeks, and stared Germany into his chocolate brown eyes. Italy gasped slightly from the contact, Germany's hands were really warm.

The blonde boy gently pulled Italy closer, and kissed him softly on the lips. Italy's eyes were closed, and small streams of tears trickled out the corner of his eyes. Germany pulled away and saw the surprised Italy staring back at him.

Germany leaned over and whispered into Italy's ear. "I would never lie to you, I am your first love, I love you Feliciano, sincerely."


Kagaya: So...how was it!

Hungary: Especially the fight scene!

Kagaya: You do not want to know how many times we revised it!

Hungary: Oh yeah, we have a special guest!

Kagaya: Spain!

Spain: *appears* Hola, senoritas! Como estas?

Kagaya: We're fine! Y tu?

Spain: Eh~Mas o menos.

Hungary: Kagaya, you speak Spanish?

Kagaya: A little.

Hungary: Omigod Spain, is that arrow still in your head?

Spain: Eh?

Kagaya: Doesn't that hurt?

Spain: No not really, plus it was shot by my little Lovi~ I wanna keep it.

Hungary: I don't think that's healthy.

Spain: It doesn't bleed unless you touch it.

Kagaya: We should take you the hospital...

Spain: Do I get to keep the arrow?

Hungary: *averts eyes* Sure...

Spain: Hahaha! Then let's go!

Kagaya and Hungary: Woah, we'll see you next chapter!