I decided to rename the 2p italy in my story Luciano and Kiku will be kuro. The whole name thing had become a big mess so I just decided to change it all.

This chapter took very long but I hardly have any free time lately. There's school, I've got tons of homework and don't ask me why but my mom thinks I'll start using drugs, alcohol and date bad guys if she can't talk to me for at least 2 hours a day (I honestly don't get that logic).

"We should go look for him!" Italy said.

"There's nothing we can do even if we find him." Stefano sighed, folding his hands and resting his head on them. There was no point in trying to convince him, he had drifted of into his own thoughts. The others didn't seem every exited about chasing after Luciano either. Italy teared up. "He's your brother... And he's your friend... And he's really upset right now..." The Italian sniffled.

Japan felt a bit guilty. He and Germany had partially the cause of Luciano current state. He looked at his other self who seemed to be hesitating about what to do, as well as Lutz and Tony. Japan turned his head back to Italy, he opened his mouth to offer to help him but was cut of by the Italian yelling "If you're not going after him then I'm going!" He yelled before dashing out of the room.

"Matte! Italia-kun!" Japan yelled.

"Let's go. The Italian Idiots need us." Kuro said, looking at Lutz and Tony that were still waiting for an 'Okay' from Stefano.

"Please make sure nothing happens to them." Stefano said, softly. They ran as soon as he'd said that one sentence.

"We will." Tony said before running of after Italy with the others

"One thing bothers me." Germany said while running down the stairs tacking 4 steps at a time.

"What would that be?" Kuro, who just jumped over the banisters, asked mid jump.

"Italy saw that Luciano was out to kill us and he's been outside hasn't he?on top of that" The german asked.

"Your point is?" Kuro asked in return.

"Why would he run to his own death willingly?" Germany asked, growing concerned.

"We didn't allow him to see." Lutz said monotonously, jumping down the last set of stairs.

"That's right! We had his eyes covered! He get the hell out if we hadn't!" Kuro yelled running out of the building first.

"So he doesn't know anything?!" Germany shouted.

"Pretty much, but I bet he'll come back running soon." Kuro said nonchalantly, running to get away from his german pursuer rather than finding Italy and Luciano.

~new P.O.V.! I'm gonna introduce you all to edgar! (2p!prussia)~

Edgar was walking by himself on the street. Of course he was by himself, who'd want to walk with him? He had just finished putting a new type of land-mine together for the Vargas brothers.

'He was only 7 blocks away. After that he could show his prototype and go back home. You're immortal, you'll be fine' he kept telling himself. Unfortunately even his immortality couldn't prevent him from running into an execution site.

Edgar stopped dead in his tracks and felt his legs quiver.

It wasn't really an execution site since there wasn't really a court in their world or anything like that but they'd been tied up and killed one by one as if it were a execution.

Edgar felt his heart drop as well as the mine he carried.

It exploded into a million bits and Edgar was blown to the other side of the street. Edgar too lost a few pieces.

He quickly regenerated and looked at his bits that had been blown of which he couldn't reattach.

He tried not to look at the massacre and estimated the diameter of the explosion to distract himself, the mine had been made to reach a larger perimeter than the ones they used now.

He guessed it was about 17 meters since it'd blown him to the other side of the street and had blown a parts of his body at least twice as far.

He heard loud footsteps, then a scream, then a thud.

He slowly turned his head in the direction of the sound noticing an Italian (he assumed) he knew all to well.

He froze in fear, staring at a horrified Italian boy, on the other side of the pool of blood.

Said boy was equally, if not more, frightened than Edgar was. He just gaped at the dead without seemingly noticing edgar. He tried to sneak away without getting noticed but once the Italian saw him move and directed his gaze at the frightened engineer, both froze again.

Not a sound was heard, until there was a small groaning sound from the centre of the execution site. Edgar and Italy's eyes instantly snapped down to the sound's origin to see an unconscious Italian. Edgar was both confused and scared (when wasn't he scared?), which one was Luciano? And who was the other one?

"I-I'M SORRY MASTER LUCIANO!" Edgar was the first to speak up. He didn't know what to apologize for but better safe than sorry. (well, he is saying sorry but you know what I mean. XD)

Edgar tried to run but found himself tripping over a hole in the ground and didn't get further than a few meters.

"W-wait up!" Italy yelled after him.

Edgar was shocked. The guy Clearly had an Italian accent but he sounded so... weak. Edgar mentally slapped himself for thinking of someone who looked like Luciano as weak and tried to get away once more, only to get tackled by said Italian.

"please wait sir! I was looking for the other me, who isn't me,but still! And the other me got angry and he tried to hurt me but I felt bad so I came to look for him but now he's on the ground and I'm lost and I'm scared and it's scary please he gonna hurt me once h wakes up I'm sure! With the gun and the knives and I don't have my white flag! What's a poor little Italian gonna do without a flag?! Please! I don't know you but HE-HELP!" Italy cried.

Edgar was on the verge of fainting out of fear but he just nodded regardless.

"s-so... you don't want to hurt me?" Edgar asked timidly.

"NO! I don't want to hurt anyone! I want to find Luciano and go home!" Italy sniffled.

"w-well Luciano is over there... I think... and I c-could t-take you home." Edgar suggested.

"r-really? THANK YOU MISTER!" Italy hugged his newest friend tightly, nearly choking him.

"you-...you're welcome?"edgar mumbled, still on edge. "a-also..." Edgar pulled out a small white flag from under his long blue coat.

Italy looked at it and smiled at the terrified man he was still sitting on. "thank you!" Italy said once more. Accepting the flag happily.

At school we're doing a special project about WW2. We're supposed to do research on a specific dutch child that was killed in the holocaust. It makes you realize how awful it actually must have been back then. They were all normal kids about the age I assume most of us here have. It also made me feel a little guilty about liking hetalia so much.

For my project I choose Settela Steinbach. She was a sinti (gypsy) child of about 9 and a half years old. She and her family were taken from the camp where they lived, to Westerbork, from where they'd be transported to Auschwitz and gassed on the first of august in 1944.

in Westerbork one of the inmates was assigned to make a documentary about the camp. He caught Settela on tape while she stuck her head out of the train to look at one of the german guard-dogs. Settela became the face of the jewish children who were taken away from their home and killed as a result of the holocaust in the netherlands. It wasn't until 1994 that Aad Wagenaar discovered that she was actually a sinti child and her name was made known to the public.

Please take a moment to think about the 1.5 million children like you and me who were taken away from their homes and killed, and might not even be remembered.