Me:Ciao~! Strawberryfunsized here. I am sorry for not updating the story for awhile...I have been really distracted with...other stuff. And I have a case of writers block for that one of the things distracting me and I believe I have ideas for this now. But if this chapter comes out suckish just tell me, okay?

Italy: What was distracting you, strawberry?

Me:Uh...working with my father, going to friends's houses, and writing a different story...and writers block.

Italy: What story?

Me:...*turns back to you * So! Let us continue the story!

Italy:Hey! I want to know what story~!

Me:*ignores* I don't o-

Prussia:Strawberry! What story!? I wanna know too!

Spain: So do I, chica.

France:And moi.

Me:*sighs and mumbles* A personal story...

BTT:About...?

Me:Stuff...

Prussia:That isn't very specific. Is it awesome?

Me:*looks at him blushing* Well you're in it so yes it's awesome.

France:Ohohonhonhon...

Me:*blushes more* You shut your fricking mouth, perv!

France:I think you're the perv...

Me:*shrugs him off* I'm continueing the story now...I don't own Hetalia...*depressed*

Italy's 'friends' had a complete different look, just like Italy. They were all standing there, smiling. All the ones who were girls before were now guys again. France's blonde hair was in a ponytail, tied with a checkered ribbon. He wore his usual military uniform, but his cloak was white, his pants were a darker shade of red and his boots were black. Spain wore his usual uniform as well, but it was white. The belt was checkered black, white, and red and his shoes were black. Sealand wasn't there, nor Denmark. They weren't really Italy's friends, they just happened to be with him because they were turned into girls as well. America had his usual uniform as well, but it was white like the others, his belt was checkered, like the others. His shirt underneath was black and his tie was checkered. His bomber jecket was red, and his shoes were black. Prussia's usual uniform was different from the others. His wasn't white, it was black. The belt was checkered, the shirt underneath was white and his tie was red. His boots were white. And then Germany...germany wore pretty much the same thing as Prussia except his tie was white and the shirt underneath was red. Italy looked at them and blinked. They all looked so different. Germany was smiling for one, and Prussia wasn't smirking. Italy approached them slowly. And then the strangest thing happened. Germany attacked Italy in a hug. And then the others joined. Italy blinked, he had no idea what was happening. This was definitely not his friends. They were nothing like his friends. When they all pulled away they looked at him worried.

"Italy...why aren't you hugging back? Are you feeling okay?" Germany asked. Italy blinked once more:

"I-I'm fine...but are you sure YOU are alright, Germany?" Germany tilted his head:

"Ja...I'm just fine." Italy nodded:

"O-oh...okay." He missed his friends. His REAL friends. He stood there shaking slightly, on the verge of crying. Another flow of information entered his brain and he suddenly smiled. He smiled wide. He knew who these people were. They weren't his friends...they were his servants. They were only pretending to be happy. They were fakes. His eyes darkened and his grin turned into a menacing smirk. His 'friends' stepped back a little and their smiles faltered. Oh yeah, they were his friends...but that was all a lie. They had a secret as did their master. Italy was tranforming. Though his scared little self was still in his head somewhere, fighting to come free. But that wasn't going to happen. For Italy's head full of false memories prevents it.

"Where is my brother?"

*With the other nations*

They all stared. No one making a sound...until Italy's eyes changed to a deep red for a minute. His menacing smirk was so foreign to those on the other side.

"Where is my brother?" Everyone turned to Romano. He stared at the scene. The imposters had nodded and pointed to reveal himself on a throne. His legs were hanging off the arm wrest and a crown sat haphazzardly on his head. His hands linked together over his stomach and his eyes closed. He was asleep. Italy walked up to him and slapped his face. The real Romano stared in shock and held onto his face. 'F-fratello? What h-happened to you?' He thought. His imposter had fallen onto the ground and was now bowing down to Italy. Romano stomped closer to the orb and started screaming at it. He smacked it and it flew across the room and burst against the wall. Romano turned to England and pointed:

"Get me the hell in there! Send me to where my damn Fratello is!" England stared:

"I don't think I can." Romano stomped up to him and grabbed his collar:

"Try it! I need to get in there!" England nodded:

"Okay. I understand." Romano dropped him and stared at the stain the broken orb had left on the wall. He could still see faint images of what was happening. He winced as his face was once again slapped. He looked away and waited for England to send him to his stupid fratello.

Me:Oh my god. I was gone for SOOOO long! I'm so sorry! I just have been typing other stories and another fanfiction. And I had writers block for this and my birthday was on tuesday and I finally had ideas now. And Yay!

Prussia: You're 13 now...right?

Me:Yeah...still wish I was 21.

Prussia: Kesesese~ Of course you do!

Me:*smile* Okay! Someone tell the peoples to review and yell at me for taking so long!

Prussia: I'm awesome so I'll do it! I'm here anyway...If you review you're awesome! just not as awesome as me! Kesesese~!