Hi guys~! I decided that Ragehappy Mavin Fan is the winner of the contest. they may have entered a little later than I wanted but his/her picture was very good to say the least, I had to go through Bing, Google, Deviantart, fucking Photobucket, all that shit to make sure that he/she didn't use someone's picture and it took for fucking ever. Thanks for all of those who entered the contest! They wanted Switzerland and Italy so now I gotta make another fucking poll.

I don't own Hetalia.

Venecia lay on the couch after Stephano got off of it. It still smelled like him, she smiled in content. She wondered what it was like to have a family of her own, but it would be hard to do since what she was currently planning. Maybe one day she could have children, but its not the time for it now. Hearing a thud Venecia turned around to see Luciano trip over the vodka bottle.

There was a lot of things she and Luciano held in common and one was tripping over things. Another thing was flirting uncontrollably to any male or female they found attractive. Stephano found some women attractive but not all the time like Luciano did.

It was funny to watch the two flirt sometimes, because the women would just take a good look at them and turn around and walk away. The way the two would fall to the ground when that happened was hilarious. Venecia regretted not getting it on tape. Then again whenever she laughed at them for failing to flirt with someone, they would start to flirt with her. They knew she hated it when they did that, so to be assholes they kept on doing it. Sometimes she wondered why she was even friends with those assholes.

While in her thought she didn't notice Luciano sneak up behind her, he had startled her out of thoughts by picking her up from the couch.

" Asshole! Put me down!"

" No~!"

He carried her throughout the small apartment thrown over his shoulder. As Stephano stepped out the bathroom he saw Luciano run by with Venecia punching his back trying to get him to let her go. Running in nothing but his shorts he ran after the two, trying to aid Venecia. If one were to hear them all they would hear would be, : " Ow! Stop it please, it hurts!"

" Never!"

" Let her go!"

One might get the wrong idea about them. But then again, people no matter what already had the wrong idea about them just looking at the trio. They looked like two brothers sharing one wife, so everyone had bad ideas about them whether they liked it or not. Fortunately for them, they were used to it.

" Stephano! Make him stop!"

" Hold on Venecia!"

Turning a corner into the bedroom he saw Luciano run past, jumping out again Stephano drop kicked Luciano as he ran at him. Laughing as he watched Venecia fall face first and as Luciano slammed his head into a door, Stephano fell down clutching his stomach in pain. This was too funny.

The two quickly stood up and towered over the laughing man as he yelled, " I can't fucking breathe!"

Nodding to Luciano, Venecia kicked Stephano in the crotch as Luciano punched him in the gut. The two left the man alone as he groaned in real pain.

" Hey~ Ciano. Lets go get some gelato."

" Si bella."

As all the nations sat down to eat the take out food Denmark and Russia decided to get for the others. Germany was thrown on the couch as Seychelles inched away from Belarus, Liechtenstein was holding a pack of ice to her cheek, and Switzerland was cleaning of one of his guns. Belarus was trying to get closer to Russia so she could put the little bit of alcohol she had left in it. Her dress stained with blood seeping out of her shoulder where Switzerland shot her. That's what she got for elbowing Liechtenstein, Romano fell asleep with the Chinese take-out in his hands.

China was talking to Japan about how they could bring back Hello Kitty into another season, while Russia was trying to have a conversation with America about sports. Denmark was flinging little bits of noodle and vegetables at Norway while said nation was trying to get Iceland to call him big brother. Netherlands was sitting next to Italy and Belgium as the two females began talking about trading food with each other, the Belgian loved the Italians food and the Italian loved Belgian food. A win-win situation.

Netherlands finally was able to walk without problems when he saw how pissed off Belarus was at everyone. Getting up from his spot when she walked in the room glaring at anyone who looked at her, he fucking ran to the other side of the room. No one blamed him though, anyone who was death glared at Belarus would run like a bitch.

Italy who felt very guilty about her parents beating the Benelux she offered for Netherlands and Belgium to stay the night, something that they took with pleasure. Apparently the Netherlands didn't want to spend money on another hotel. Throwing away the empty cartons of the little Chinese boxes that were once filled with tasty food, Italy yawned. The kitchen was a mess, but it was nothing Italy couldn't handle. Picking up all the pots and pans she put them in the sink, the floor was covered in food and alcohol.

The other nations went to their respective rooms that Italy and Romano cleaned out for them so there was enough space for everyone to sleep in. Belarus though insisted on sleeping in Russia's room. It was deep in the night and everyone was sleeping upstairs, except for Greece who fell asleep in her tree outside.

Picking up a loaf of bread that had fallen into the cabbage/alcohol mixture she threw it away. The kitchen door opened revealing Belarus in a new black dress that was much like Seychelles. Italy watched in fear as the nation walked closer to her, she was scared shitless. Bending down the eastern nation picked up a glass bottle that once held her alcohol in it.

" Big brother seems to like you more than me."

That one statement could seal her fate and Romano would have to be the only personification of Italy. Italy was ready to bolt out of the room and hide, perhaps she would never find her in that old tomato box from World War 1.

" V-Ve~. I'm sorry Belarus! Don't hurt me! I'm only a little Italy, why does the good have to die young?"

" Don't worry Comrade. I'm not going to hurt you...yet."

" Why should I not worry?"

" If I hurt you, then its obvious that big brother will hate me and refuse to become one."

The Italian was slightly comforted by that, but if Belarus wasn't going to kill her then what?

" If you hurt big brother, I will hurt you."

And with that the creepy nation left the room, not bothered by the fact that she had scared the nation tenfold. Poor Italy was left in the kitchen alone as the full moon peeked through the window. The messy kitchen was illuminated in the light of the moon, the young Italian was silhouetted as she stood there trying to comprehend the Belorussian's words.

In the garden outside was a pair of red eyes, watching her every move.

Venecia stretched trying not make any noise as she could in the huge ass garden. The corn was giving her an easy disguise and the wind was making sure that her rustling around wasn't heard. Her target was cleaning her kitchen when the woman from the taxi came in and began to scare the shit out of the Italian.

Luciano fell asleep next to her as Stephano was checking his Twitter, the two were bored as shit. They couldn't grab her until the man in the tree fell asleep and he was just looking in their direction, but he couldn't see anything. Venecia watched as he slowly fell asleep, cuddled up with like ten cats. The woman still cleaning in the kitchen, checking her watch she read the time.

11:23 p.m.

Waking up Luciano and kicking Stephano in his foot, she motioned for them to slowly make their way to the back door. The lady inside was getting a full trash bag ready to throw away. The three stealthed their way to the door as she came out with a bag of useless food. Stephano and Luciano grabbed her, holding a glove hand to her mouth as she struggled in the two's hold. The young woman's brown hair had flowed in the wind as Luciano knocked her out with a chop to the back of her neck.

Nodding to Venecia they ran back to the garden as quietly as possible before looking at the man in the tree. Still sleeping, good. The three made their way through the garden with ease because, after all they had planted this garden and got paid a big sum of money for doing so.

They never noticed blue eyes staring at them from the third floor window, and they didn't see the cross in his hair glint furiously into the night. Behind him were blondes and one man with silver hair looking out the window. In one unanimous decision the five left the house, leaving a note in Danish explaining what they were doing and why.

" Let's go save Italy!", yelled a Finnish man. Behind him a taller blonde agreed by nodding his head and grunting. Walking out the house's backdoor quietly they all ran into the garden trying to find the people who took the female that had stolen their heart.

It never occurred to them that they didn't know their way throughout the garden and was going a little trail that had been cut through the vegetation.

I love this chapter. okay so the new major pairing for the next few chapters is mainly NorxIta with a little bit of the others in the Nordic nations. I will accept pairing for the next ten or so chapters so leave a review with the pairing you want. After that I will work on the last and final pairing which is a cross between Switzerland and Russia. I'm saving Russia for after this so I can get some of the other pairings I'm not really good with away.

Ciao~!

-Miharu