I'm writing this from my school iPad, so, you know, be careful for weird typing errors. Stupid keypad can't keep up with me. *gloom cloud* Anyway, thanks for the reviews as always, and hi to Rey-Chan23.

March 4, 2015

Arya's POV:

"NOOOOOOOO! I DON'T WANT YOU TO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Italy wailed, clinging to my waist as I awkwardly staggered into the kitchen.

Germany was on the phone, ranting and raving in German, and I could hear someone who sounded faintly like Switzerland shouting back. Hungary was busily packing up my things, and Prussia was guarding the house from any other interruptions.

Italy continued whining, wailing, and sobbing into the back of my shirt as he hung onto me like a demented belt, and I eventually managed to drag myself over to the counter and sit down, as Italy then hopped up on another stool and squeezed me tightly, continuing to sob and wail about how dangerous it was for me to go and how much he would miss me and all the pasta he would give me if I stayed.

Hungary came into the kitchen, dragging my apocalypse bag behind her. "Italy, we aren't going to give her away." she said firmly, giving me my bag. "That being said, we also cannot just abandon your brother."

She rubbed his head as he continued to sob. "It's going to be okay, everything will turn out alright." she soothed, and he hugged me tighter as I felt the circulation in my lower body cut off, burying his sobs in Hungary's dress.

Germany finally concluded his shouting match and hung up the phone with a "clunk", turning to face us. "Actually, Aryana, we may have to do just zat. Zis is a rather delicate situation." he said wearily, rubbing his temples. "We cannot in good conscience give you to ze 2p!s, but we also cannot allow a nation personification to remain in zeir hands."

Hungary straightened indignantly. "We can't just hand her over with a pat on the back and a wave goodbye!" she shrilled, jabbing her frying pan at me as Italy whimpered and cowered away from the instrument of doom. "They'll butcher her! And if anything she's told us about that Oliver is true, that might even be literal!"

I gulped as Italy wailed and clung to me harder. Getting made into cupcakes was not part of my game plan.

Germany glowered at the three of us. "I know zat as well as you do, but zis is a decision we can't just make on our own! I've called un World Meeting." He gave me a sympathetic glance. "It'll be in Switzerland, all ze countries will be zere. We'll decide whether or not to make ze deal together."

***Time Skip***

In practically any other circumstances, I would have been fangirling so hard I wouldn't have been able to see see straight. I was in Hetalia. I was in a meeting that had every Hetalia character that ever graced the pages of a comic strip in it, minus England, Canada, and Romano. (Although I was fairly certain nobody noticed the second nation was missing.) They were all together, and they were all talking about ME.

It was…scary.

Of course, under any "normal" Hetalia circumstances they would've been goofing off, but like so much that had happened recently, it wasn't normal Hetalia circumstances. Every country was either quietly whispering to his or her neighbor, casting glances of various intents and suspicions at me out of the corner of their eyes, or drinking something out of the dumb little paper cups people always got for these meetings. Germany had stood up at the beginning of the meeting and laid everything out, and then asked for his compatriots feelings, opinions, and ideas about the deal.

Predictably, America was the first to speak. "Listen up, dudes! We can't just let these lameo copycats take one of our citizens: I say no deal! What can they do to hurt South Italy?!" he said pointedly, standing up to speak as per Germany's rules.

Norway stood up as well. "They have several people who can work powerful magic. They could do a lot of damage to Romano, maybe even destroy him. I don't like it any more than you do, but for a nation of people versus one person, I say deal." he said firmly, and Estonia stood up.

"This might be a large bluff on their part: after all, we don't really know the extent of this "Oliver's" magical powers. Miss Thompson has thwarted their plans quite thoroughly: it would be a bad idea to trade away such an important asset, not to mention unethical." he pointed out, and a few countries "hmmed" thoughtfully.

China stood up. "Unethical or not -and I'm sorry about this, aru-" he said to me in aside. "-a country is more important than a human. If they kill South Italy, it will cripple his economy, his people, even his geography, aru. Can we try to negotiate for a different bargain?" he asked Germany placatingly, and Prussia jumped to his feet.

"Nein! Ze 2p!s are out for her blood, und zey will not take anyone else's! I agree with you on ze idea of altering it, but do any of you honestly think zey will honor zeir bargain?"

There was another soft bout of mutterings from the other countries.

Russia stood up now as Estonia and Latvia began to tremble. Lithuania was too busy whispering to Poland to notice.

"I agree with the little Germany." he said with his usual creepy, childlike smile. "These 2p!s are not people to honor the bargain. How about we come along with the small human and make sure they be keeping their word, da?"

His purple eyes gleamed at me as he spoke, and I smiled back uncertainly. Russia was creepy; nice, but…so creepy.

The arctic nation tapped his water pipe against his palm. "And we can do the persuading with my pipe, if they do not." he added cheerfully, and Estonia and Latvia began to shake so hard their chairs rattled.

Germany stood up, coughing into his fist. "I agree vith Russia on zis. Ze Second Player nations probably don't intend on going through vith ze deal, so in all likelihood they're planning to double-cross us. In summation, South Italy cannot remain in zeir hands, but we cannot trade Frau Thompson in, as she ist un very valuable asset to us, und zey almost certainly plan to kill her. It ist probably best we take zis to un vote. Who votes deal, vith the addition of some kind of safeguard for Aryana?"

Three-quarters of the nations raised their hands, including China, Norway, Russia, Denmark, France, and Cuba.

Germany sighed resignedly. "Und who votes no deal?"

Estonia, Prussia, Italy, and surprisingly, Japan, all raised their hands instantly.

Germany's shifting about became agitated. "Vell, it seems our choice ist clear." he said as a dull roar filled my ears, shuffling the papers in front of him as Italy wailed and latched onto my waist again. Germany cleared his throat and looked away from me when he did.

I started to tremble. Surely I had misheard. Surely there was some other course to take.

"Aryana…I'm afraid we'll have to make ze deal."

9.19 AM, USA Central Time