Heyyyyyyyyyy, guys! Hope you're staying safe! Writing this chapter has me super excited to write the next one, but I have to do some homework today so we'll see how it goes. GERITA IS COMING! Yes, the next chapter will have some GerIta! I'm sooo excited to write it! Thanks for reading!

(also, no-one's guessed who Lavone is, so it's anybody's game!)

OCCUPIED: A Tale from World War Two

A Hetalia work by Count OCD

Chapter 8

Prussia went to the telephone in the hall. He dialed the number and waited. He saw Belgium peek out of Luxembourg's room. He still waited.

ring

ring

Rin- "Ciao friend!" Prussia heard Italy's happy voice from the other end of the phone.

"Guten Tag, Italia! It's me. Prussia!"

"Oh, hi, Prussia! How are you?"

"Listen, Italy, how soon do you think you could get over here?" Prussia lowered his voice and whispered into the telephone.

"I dunno… I guess I could pull some strings, hitch a ride…"

"Can you get here in the next five minutes?"

"Of course! I'll be right there!" Italy hung up the phone. Prussia stood at the other end beaming in pride. Everything was set up, Italy would be here soon, and the plan was going perfectly.

` Prussia sauntered back into Luxembourg's room. "Alright, losers! Italy will be here in five minutes, then we'll get-"

"How will Italy get here so fast?" Belgium looked confused, along with everyone else in the room. They all murmured confused agreement.

"I-ah… I don't know…" Prussia stopped, thinking hard. "I called his house, so he was in Italy… I don't know how."

"Maybe we need to think of something else." France said.

The rest murmured in agreement. They sat for about a minute, trying to think of ways to get Germany out of the way.

"We could let his dog out, have it run off. Germany would go chase it right?" Slovakia offered.

"Nein." Prussia responded. "Leon-Wig never runs off like that. Even if he did, Germany doesn't trust all of you, he'd probably just make me go get him."

"Well we need to think of something fast, the rain's almost her-" The Netherlands was cut off by the ring of the doorbell. Everyone exchanged looks of disbelief, except Luxembourg, who was sleepily holding The Netherland's hand, and The Netherlands, who didn't really ever show emotion.

Prussia headed out of the room, down the stairs to the front door. "I- it can't be," he reached for the handle of the door.

"Move! It's for me." Germany tried to reach past Prussia and open the door. "The boss is supposed to come. I just didn't think he'd arrive so soon."

"Nein, I-" Prussia tried to block the door. "Wait, our boss was supposed to come today?"

"Jah, he just called me."

"Look, Bruder, I can explain what's going to happen next don't be mad, but-"

"I said move!" Germany pushed Prussia out of the way and opened the door.

"DOITSU!" Italy jumped up and hugged Germany.

"Italy? What are you doing here?"

Prussia tried to tell Italy to stop from behind Germany. Italy clearly didn't get the message."Oh, well, Prussia said I need to get over here fast, so I came right over!" Italy turned to Prussia, who held up his hands in surrender.

"Please don't be mad Bruder, I just wanted to help." Prussia frantically searched his mind for an excuse. "I just thought you looked really stressed lately, so I invited Italy over to…" Prussia shrugged, hoping his brother would just interpret his confusion as awesomeness.

"Oh, Germany! Have you been stressed? I couldn't even tell. You looked really awesome taking over France. I even helped to! I looked pretty cool right?" Italy pulled Germany by the hand. "Can we go pet your puppy, Germany? I love your puppy! He's so cute. I love him!"

"Jah, you two should take Leon-wig on a walk! Zat always helps clear your head, right Bruder?" Prussia handed Germany the leash and an umbrella and herded them out the door. "You'll be back by the time your boss gets here, don't worry, Bruder. You'll blitz right through. Have a good time!"

Germany looked flustered and tried to argue, but Prussia just pushed him outside and slammed the door. He ran upstairs and gave a quick look out the window, just to make sure Germany and Italy had gone down the driveway with Leon-Wig. He ran into Luxembourg's room and gave The Netherlands a thumbs up.

The Netherlands stood and looked at Norway and Denmark. "You two boys ready?"

The two Nordics nodded. The Netherlands looked at Czechia and Slovakia, "You two watch the girl. Make sure she sees nothing." They nodded and scurried out the door.

He put his hand on Luxembourg's shoulder. "Make sure he's safe." He told Belgium. The Netherlands headed out the door.

Prussia looked at Austria, wondering how to thank him, as they both walked down the stairs to the back yard.

Sweden hopped out of the back of the truck and stretched. He had been riding in that truck for almost four hours. Switzerland had stopped the truck on the side of the road by the edge of the forest.

"Ah Sweden! How are you feeling after that drive?" Switzerland approached Sweden. This was a nice change for Sweden, as many countries found him intimidating. Then again, Sweden was pretty sure Switzerland carried at least three weapons on his person at all times, so maybe Switzerland just found intimidation to be the least of his problems.

"F'ne." That was a lie. His back ached almost worse than his heart had after Finland had refused those flowers he'd got him in 1496 on St. Valentine's Day, but he wasn't about to complain.

"Well my sister and I are camped out right over there, feel free to join us."

"Th'nk you." Sweden picked up his bag and walked over to where Switzerland had pointed. He set his bag down and started to unpack. Liechtenstein was already sitting on her sleeping bag. She watched Sweden unpack with glowing interest.

Sweden pulled out a black blanket and his water bottle. He pulled out from the outside pocket of the bag a photo, it was folded in half, but it was one of his most cherished possessions. Ever since the invention of the camera, he'd been taking pictures of Finland. No, not in a creepy way. He always asked Finland. But with him he had the most recent picture he had. A picture of Finland with his rifle, smiling up at the camera holding a wolverine he'd just shot. Sweden looked at the picture and felt his back stop aching a little. He remembered Finland's flustered protests that he always hunted wolverine and that this was nothing special, but Sweden had taken the picture anyway.

Sweden's thoughts were interrupted by Liechtenstein asking, "Is that a photograph?"

"Y's." Sweden looked around, Switzerland was unloading stuff from his truck. "W'uld you like t' see?" Sweden hoped she would say yes.

"Really?" Liechtenstein sounded excited. She got up and walked over to look over Sweden's shoulder. "That's so cute! Who is that?"

"That's Finl'nd."

Liechtenstein walked back over to her sleeping bag, "Are you and Finland very close?"

Sweden thought about that question for a moment. "Y's." He said finally. Maybe they weren't as close as Sweden wanted them to be, but they were still close. He loved Finland, and Finland didn't not love him… so Sweden was happy.

"There's a big storm moving in tonight." Switzerland came over holding his bag. "It would probably be better if we slept in the back of the truck." A light mist had already started to drip onto them, but Sweden could hear thunder a few miles away.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: dang... I feel like John Mulaney. I'm just sitting here like, "-I will pepper in the fact, that SuFin is my OTP..."

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