*Sorry me no write! I sprained my right elbow. D: I went to three hospitals for a SLING. Anyway, on with ze story!*

"This is guy Germany!" Julchen announced, barging in rudely. The girls stopped their argument about battle plans and tactics. "Be nice to him!"

She pushed him towards them and he stumbled to a halt in front of Alice. She flashed him an innocent smile.

"Salve! I'm Alice." She hopped to her feet. "Guess what?! I just took control of a town!"

"…What?" Germany had to make sure he heard that correctly.

"Yeah, but Monica said to not to be so rough, but it's fun!" She rocked back and forth on her boots. "Speaking of, I'm wondering what she's doing. I'm gonna find her!"

She began to run off, but wasn't paying attention and banged her knee on a dresser. She let out a shriek and tripped, falling smartly on her face. She started crying and slowly hobbled to Germany.

"Alice, you're so clumsy," Carmen sighed.

"'Accident prone' is more like it," Marianne muttered.

"Please be more careful," Maddie scolded.

"Shut up or I'll take over Toronto!" Alice screeched, clinging to Germany's sleeve. She looked up at him. "Fix it!"

"F…Fix what?"

"My leg hurts!" she sniffed. It was bruised badly and was starting to bleed. "Bandage it!"

"Tsk. Shouldn't you be used to this?" Julchen tutted. She grabbed Alice's arm and rolled up her sleeve, which was covered in bandages. "Come on, I'll patch it up for you."

"Noooooo!" Alice whined. "I want Germany to do it!"

He frowned at the comment but nodded. "Come on." He pulled her into another bedroom and had her sit on the bed. "I'll be right back, okay?"

"O-kay~!" She drummed her fingers on the mattress while she waited, and Germany walked back in with medical supplies. She kicked off her boot.

"That's not necessary," Germany told her.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

He rolled his eyes and patched her leg up. When he was done, she examined his work and nodded in approval. "Thanks!" Before he could move away, she threw her arms around him and pulled him into a suffocating hug.

"Okay, I get it!" he choked out. He gently pushed Alice away and she pouted.

"Aww…" she whimpered. "You don't like my hugs?"

"I get too many of them from Italy," Germany replied. "Honestly, I would take you instead if I could."

"Why?"

"He's a coward," he huffed. "All he does is whine and cry. He can't even take care of himself. You'd think after all these years he'd at least try to fight, but no."

"Then you should take care of him," Alice said. "There's no problem with not wanting to fight."

"Uh, yeah, there is," Germany countered. "How's he supposed to survive?"

"Oh, come on," Alice snapped. "He's must've fought a few battles in his day."

"Mm," was her response. Germany stood up and walked out, leaving Alice fuming behind him.

Meanwhile

Monica strode into the kitchen to find Italy resting his head on the table. He stared vacantly and impatiently at the wallpaper.

"Um, hey," she greeted awkwardly. "I…have my answer."

Italy's head shot up. "What?" He suddenly brought a hand to his forehead in pain. "Ow…"

"Huh? I-Is something wrong?"

"I feel really lightheaded all of a sudden," he replied. "It's nothing, really."

She nodded and timidly stepped forward next to him. "I, um…"

Italy leaned forward expectantly. "You what?"

She gave him a quick glare. "I l… lo…

Italy blinked and shook his head. His vision was fading.

"Sorry, I'm not good at this stuff."

Italy didn't say anything back. He slumped back in his chair, but Monica didn't notice.

My head hurts, he thought weakly.

"I love…"

Wh…Wha…?

His consciousness faded for a moment before he became aware of his surroundings again.

Where am I? He noticed Monica. Who's she? She's pretty.

"I…love you!" She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. "I know we just met, but I really do!"

Italy stared at her.

It usually takes me a little longer than that to pick up a girl…

*Who wants to collaborate with me? :D

Romano: Nobody! :D

=_= Oh, shut up. I want to do a story, but I felt like it was too…violent, so it wouldn't come out right. (I'm not good at that stuff.) So I was wondering if anyone wanted to help me.

Holy Rome: DON'T DO IT! SHE'S ACTUALLY SATAN IN DISGUISE!

…:( So, uh, here's the summary in Feliciano's point of view:

I could never remember a time when Rebirth wasn't a part of my life. People die when someone kills them and when they wake up as someone else, they hunt down their killer. And then the killer hunts them down when they are reborn. It's an endless cycle of death that none of us can escape. But I am a New One: I have no past life. Or at least I can't recall it. My brother could, but he was killed by his past murderer. I am looking for him, unaware of what he looks like now or even if he'll know me. I'm all alone. But I keep seeing this boy staring at me strangely. In fact, lots of people stare at me. Perhaps they know me. Or want me dead.

Tell me what you think! (And the boy is Ludwig, in case you didn't pick that up!)

K bye.*