Hello again! Holy shit... Chapter 25, which is half of 50, which is half of 100. 17,000 views, 19 reviews, 12 follows, 11 favorites, 78 pages in google docs. I started this (or at least made the document) on August 5th, 2015, published it on FanFiction October 11, 2015, and am now on chapter 13 in the game.

Sentiment aside, I'm going to learn to drive soon. Also, I do not in any way shape or form approve of the mafia, which is mentioned in this chapter. Lots of world building here. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or HetaOni. Hetalia belongs to Hidekazu Himaruya and HetaOni was made by Tomoyoshi and translated by PianoDream and others.

"Is Emma-kun alright?" Japan asked him in Japanese.

"Yes, she's fine. Just a nightmare." Italy replied in Italian.

"Alright. Goodnight, Italy-kun." Japan said.

"Goodnight." Italy said back, before falling asleep.

Everyone made their own breakfast the next morning (Except England and I. I got someone to make something for me, and England was banned from the kitchen.), and we all met up for yet another meeting.

"Well then, now we can contact the outside world, so we also need someone to stay here. Something like a control tower." Japan sated.

"Incidentally, it seems like Steve also goes outside the mansion, so the Nations outside are in for a hard fight." Germany said. He had received a brief call from Austria just before the meeting. "Austria has informed us that they have dispersed and will take care of it all at once." He fixed everyone at the table with a firm glare. "A large portion of the world is gathered here, united. We can't fail them by dying now."

"What's our plan?" China asked.

"I want to search for the metal pieces." Italy replied. "I think that they also form a key of some sort. I hid one somewhere on the 2nd floor. Let's search for it and then go to the 4th floor."

"Oh! I remember that one." America exclaimed. "It's the one that you and I hid, right? I saw it when we broke the clock." England gaped at them.

"What the hell?" He asked. "You should have told us yesterday!"

"I have my reasons." America said solemnly. France frowned.

"Was someone going to die?" He asked softly. America nodded. "In that case, who can go get the metal piece?"

"I'll go, then. If you tell me where it is, I'll go get it alone." Spain offered. I frowned at him.

"No one goes outside this room alone." I said firmly, aware that I had gone out alone last night to get extra blankets. "I propose the buddy system."

"I'll go too." Romano offered. "What are the chances Steve's going to appear?"

"Pretty large, knowing him." I muttered quietly, so no one but me could hear. "I'll go too, since I'm also new to the time loops."

"No way." Prussia replied. "You're too-"

"Weak?" I asked. "I know. But we should have all of the people that we can if we now Steve's going to appear. Perhaps I'll get a lucky shot." He looked like he was going to argue further but Romano interrupted him.

"Bring it on. Never underestimate the country of the Mafia." He said. I looked at him curiously.

"You're in the Mafia?" I asked. Were those head cannons confirmed?

"Not exactly." Romano replied. "I keep watch on them, and curb them if they try anything too big." He said. I nodded thoughtfully.

"Huh. Carry on."

"I'm coming with you." Italy piped up. "If possible, we should go in few numbers."

"No more than four to a group." I agreed. Germany sighed.

"I'll work on getting more beds." He decided. "Emma, be ready to fetch the others at moment's notice. We'll come straight away."

"Five people would be too much." Russia sighed. "All right. We'll be ready to leave right away. Prussia, can you get in touch with the outside?" Prussia nodded.

"England, Canada, you'll help me." He ordered. America turned to my group.

"The piece is in the room opposite to the fireplace room. I'll be under the carpet." He told us. Italy saluted.

"Got it sir!" He said. I mimicked him.

"We're off, sir!" I agreed. We stood up to leave.

"Be careful, Emma-kun." Japan said quietly. I grinned at him.

"Of course!"

~Insert line here, but not a chapter end~

We made it to the room without any trouble.

"Alfred said that it was under the carpet." I said, looking down. "So we should look for any lumps." We spread out to examine the carpet and the piece was quickly found by Italy.

"I hid it here…" He said, kneeling down next to the edge of the carpet. "I don't remember that at all."

"Hey Veneziano, where's Steve going to come from?" Romano asked.

"I would assume the door." I replied sarcastically.

"Umm…" Italy said as Steve suddenly fell to the ground from above. "Not exactly." He was huge! Romano drew his gun and moved back slightly. Spain hefted his battle axe. Italy raised his book. I drew my katana. Steve charged.

Spain met his first blow with his axe and I slashed my sword under the bottom of Steve's arm, drawing a little blood. We all dodged his second attack and Romano shot him in the arm. Italy brought down his book on one of Steve's fingers expertly, and I heard a crunch. Italy was much stronger that he looked.

We continued like this until Romano got a shot right between the eyes, and Giant Steve disappeared.

"What the fuck?" I asked, panting.

"I thought that it was going to come through the door, not from above!" Spain said. "How did it even do that?"

"Sorry. He'll drop from above!" Italy warned us. I held my sleeve up to my cheek, which had gained a cut during the fight.

"Now it's too late! You should have said that before Steve appeared, you bastard!" Romano raged. "Anyways, let's go to the 4th floor, quickly." He made his way over to the door. Italy scurried after them.

"I said I was sorry!" He protested. "Oh, don't go ahead on your own! It's dangerous! Remember the buddy rule?" Spain and I glanced at each other, shrugged, and followed the Italians to the fourth floor.

As we got to the top of the stairs on the fourth floor, I tried to remember what was up here. There was the lever room and… the mochi! I should check on it, poor thing.

"This way!" I said, leading everyone into the mochi room.

"Woah! What's that?" Span asked, looking at the mochi with wide eyes.

"It's a mochi! America mochi, to be specific." I replied.

"Was it here before?" Italy wondered. I nodded.

"He's been in here since before you came in on this round!" I told him. "That was all I saw before getting sucked into the game. But we can't get him out…" I knelt down and patted America mochi on the head, avoiding the cowlick. There was suddenly a loud growling sound and I jerked away.

"Gah!" I exclaimed.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt, bella?" Romano asked.

"I'm fine." I replied. "But I think that sound came from the mochi!"

"What? That sound- Maybe it's hungry?" Spain asked. I was tempted to make a Hungary pun, but I decided to save it for later. "Why don't we feed it?" There was another loud grumbling.

"Hungry? Does that sound like a rumbling stomach to you?" Romano demanded.

"It looks kinda painful…" Italy said, examining the mochi. "Do you think it's hungry? Maybe it'll come out if we feed it? Oh, but I don't have any food…"

"We should feed it! It's been starving here for days!" I told him. "Call the others, and get them to bring some food."

"You still think it's hungry?" Romano asked. "I can't believe this… That mochi does not sound like it's hungry… isn't a mochi some sore of Japanese food?" He grumbled. I nodded, but didn't provide any further details on the subject. Italy called Japan and put him on speaker.

"Hello? Japan speaking." Japan said.

"Oh, that was fast, Japan! Listen, I want you to bring some food. There's a weird creature-" Italy started.

"Mochi!" I cut in.

"-on the fourth floor, and we're going to try luring it out with food." Italy finished.

"Huh?" Japan sounded confused. "I don't really… understand, but all I have to do is bring you some food, right? We're on our way."

"I think it eats lettuce!" I said, but Japan ended the call before I got all of the way through my sentence. I turned to Italy. "You sounded happy."

"Hm?" Italy asked. "Oh, well… yeah. I mean, it looks like we're going to get out for real soon. It's like a dream! I'm so happy, like you wouldn't believe!" I grinned at him.

"Really? You think that we'll get out soon?" I asked.

"Mmhm!" He replied. "We're all going to get out together!"

"And then we'll have a party at Japan's house!" I told him. He nodded and we settled into a comfortable silence while we waited for the others. I sat on the fancy chair next to the mochi. The door opened and we all tensed.

"Sorry it took so long to come." Japan said as he opened the door.
"It's fine!" I told him. Romano looked at the bag of food that they brought.

"Wow, you sure brought a lot." He commented dryly. "We just needed something to tempt it with."

"I also found a clock!" Spain piped up. I glanced at him in surprise to see that he was indeed holding a clock. "You were looking for these, right?"

"Yeah, we need to break them!" America told him.

"It doesn't matter that much." Italy said. "We're going to get out soon, so we don't need memories from the past any more. And Austria and the others are taking care of things outside." No one replied for a moment.

"Germany? What's that matter?" America asked. I looked at Germany to see that Germany had an odd look on his face.

"Nothing, I was just wondering…" He said. "Why don't I see any memories from the past? Isn't that odd? I've been here before, so I'm not like Emma…"

"Oh, right." Italy agreed. "I've always wondered about that. America said that the memories were just forgotten, but they hadn't disappeared. So, you should still have them, Germany."

"Maybe they're being passed on?" Romano asked.

"Passed on?" Prussia repeated.

"What I mean is, maybe Potato Head is the same as Veneziano?" Romano explained. "Some of Veneziano's memories were passed onto me and we shared them."

"Because of being two halves of one unified country?" I asked. Romano nodded. I glanced at Prussia. "Then… Are his memories going to you, Prussia?"

"I havn't got any of West's memories." He replied, a little coldly. I winced. He was probably still sore about his dissolution during WWII.

"You're a little different…" England said uncomfortably. Hadn't he been one of the countries that signed? Well, I suppose most of the people- Nations, whatever- here signed, as part of the Axis and Allies.

I sighed. "But who could be stealing his memories?"

"Not a clue." England sighed. "There are a surprisingly small amount of countries with two personifications. So far we haven't figured out why some areas, like the Italy brothers, are considered diverse enough to need two personifications while other diverse nations, like America, aren't." I thought on that load of information for a minute.

"So basically," I decided. "Hima's country rules are a load of indiscernible bullshit." America snickered at that.

"Hima?" Spain asked.

"The author of Hetalia." I told him.

"Anyways, I don't feel comfortable with someone else having my memories." Germany said.