WELCOME BACK FRIENDS

I haz a new chapter for y'all yay

But before I begin, does anyone remember at the beginning of this story that I said that I'll occasionally make my own fanmade episodes? Well, this is one of them. Technically the prologue was the first one so yeah.

WARNING THING IDEK: This chapter contains mentions of... "the time of the month" so if you are uncomfortable with that sort of thing (DONT WORRY I DONT BLAME YOU), you might want to leave now. Just sayin'.

Reviewer Replies

Mushybooma: Haha, I try. I get writer's block real easily (uGH), so I'll try.

Midnightsalem: Thanks! :3

KimiCapucciny: WHOOP. Kuki seems like a great name. I was thinking of something like JapKi, because the ship names are kind of in that style (GerIta, SuFin...), but idk. :T Well, it's Hetalia, so... XD

writersoftheuniverse: I'm glad you like it! We shall see... XD

AnimeDattebayo: WHOOP WHOOP. It updates. Hooray. Well, Kiki's always getting herself in weird shit, so...

Disclaimer: For fuck's sake... I don't, and will never, own Hetalia.

. . .

I woke up to a weird ass smell and a strange feeling between my thighs. I put on my glasses and blinked twice to get rid of the fuzziness in my eyes.

I gagged and covered my nose. Oh my fucking God, it smells like rotting fish in this shithole...

With my hand covering half of my face, I lifted my blanket to see what the fuck was going on with my... er, so no one gets offended, lady parts.

My eyes widened.

"Oh... fuck."

Good thing Amaterasu sent me some tampons...

. . .

Third Person

"Germannnnnny?" Italy whined.

Germany mentally sighed. He wasn't ready to deal with Italy's shit this early in the morning. That's Aphrodite's fucking job.

By the way, where was that complaining bitch, anyway?

"Ugh, vhat?" Germany asked with a tick mark appearing on his head.

"Where's Kiki?"

"I don't know... go look for her." Germany commanded.

"Okay!~" Italy complied cheerfully.

Finally, he's gone... Germany thought.

Well, what Germany didn't know was that this was going to be the worse five days of his life.

Worse than both World Wars combined.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!"

Germany jumped slightly.

That was... Aphrodite's voice?

The next thing he knew, he saw Italy literally flying out of his and Aphrodite's room.

And collided with the stone.

Germany cringed. Damn, that one must've hurt.

He turned to where Italy came flying from, and saw Aphrodite standing in the doorway, with her eyes twitching violently, with anger and hatred flashing through her chocolate brown irises.

Germany didn't remember much after that.

But what he can almost barely remember from his and Italy's many bruises, is that there was a lot of pain, screaming, and throwing involved.

And that he woke up at Japan's house (somehow he was thrown to the other side of the world) hours later.

. . .

"Japan, do you vhat ze hell is wrong with Aphrodite?" Germany asked, a day later.

He and Italy were staying at Japan's until they could figure out what was wrong with Aphrodite. They decided on this, in Germany's own words, "Zhat crazy bitch can have the house..."

"Werl," Japan started, flipping through a book, "from what I courd gather from you and Itary-san," he said, gesturing to the traumatized Italy rocking in the corner of the room, "and this book, it appears that Aphrodite-san is currentry going through menstruation," he finished.

Germany had a confused look on his face. "Vhat?"

"Menstruation," Japan repeated, looking down at his book, "'Menstruation, also known as a period or monthry, is the regular discharge of brood and mucosarl tissue from the inner rining of the uterus through the vagina.'," Japan read from the book, feeling very uncomfortable. "'Up to 80% of women report having some symptoms prior to menstruation. Common symptoms include acne, tender breasts, broating, feering tired, irritabirity, and mood changes. These symptoms interfere with normarl rife, and therefore quarify as premenstruarl syndrome, in 20 to 30% of women. In 3 to 8%, symptoms are severe.'," he finished, closing the book. He thought about it for a moment. "Mood changes, huh..." he looked back at Germany. "It seems Aphrodite-san suffers from a severe case of premenstruarl syndrome. That courd exprain why she attacked you and Itary-san so violently, Germany."

Germany was still confused. And uncomfortable, hearing his ally talking about the female anatomy. "But... how long is zis supposed to last?"

Japan, with his face flushed pink, turned back to the book. "'A woman's menstruarl cycre usually rasts between two to seven days, but most commonry five.'"

Germany sighed and put a hand to his aching forehead. "It looks like ve have a few more days of zis to go..."

"But, Germany-san," Japan interrupted, "what about Itary-san?"

Japan gestured to Italy, who was still rocking in the corner, muttering things to himself.

"He'll be fine," Germany reassured the Asian country. "He's gone zough plenty of wars that were worse zan zis," Germany lied.

. . .

Three days later

It's been four days since Italy and Germany have seen Aphrodite. They were both patiently waiting for her period to be over with.

Well, at least for this month.

For next month?

They're fucked.

But anyway, Germany, Italy, and Japan were chilling at Japan's house until then.

Germany was reading his book, with Italy flipping through an abnormally large one next to him, with Japan doing... Japan things.

Probably fapping to hentai or something.

Anyway... Germany noticed the strange size of Italy's book.

"Italy?" Germany asked the Italian.

"Hmm?" Italy hummed in response, his nose still pressed in his book.

"Vhat are you reading?" Germany asked suspiciously.

"Kiki's sketchbook!" Italy answered cheerfully.

Germany's eyes widened.

"VHAT?!" He screamed.

Italy froze, realizing something. "Oh..."

As if on cue, the door of the house was kicked opened violently.

It didn't take a detective to figure out who it was.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS IT, YOU LITTLE SHIT?!"

And once again, Germany woke up on Japan's couch hours later.

. . .

One day later

Aphrodite's POV

I folded the last of my clothes and put them in my duffel bag when I heard the front door open.

I ran to the main room, ready to kick some robber ass, when I saw that it was the Axis.

I was wondering where they were. I haven't seen them this entire week.

In fact, I don't remember anything from this entire week...

They froze when they saw me.

"Um, hey guys," I greeted awkwardly.

They all let out a sigh of relief.

Weird...

"Uh, welcome back, Germany and Italy, even though this is your house..." I said awkwardly.

"Thanks, Kiki!" Italy said cheerfully, for some reason not getting as close to me as usual.

Not that I'm complaining or anything.

I went back to mine and Italy's room to make sure I had all of my shit.

While I was going through my duffel back, I felt something strange inside of it. I pulled the object out and my eyes widened.

Oh my God...

I hid it in my hoodie pocket and dashed out the front door, telling everyone I needed to do something real quick.

I still have a chance.

But something I didn't notice was Japan's strange look when I left.

. . .

I went to the side of the house, so no one would would hear me, and it was dark, so no one would see me, either.

I pulled the object out of my pocket, which was my cheap fliphone that my mom always made me carry for "emergencies."

Well, this is an emergency, isn't it?

I flipped it open, quickly dialing my sister Eos's number. (Quick A/N: *le gasp*)

I put the phone up to my ear, feeling extremely anxious.

"C'mon, please," I muttered, tears starting to fill up in my eyes.

"I'm sorry, but―"

"FUCK!" I screamed, throwing the phone to the ground, making it smash into a million pieces.

I fell to my knees, sobbing violently, letting my tears fall freely.

Why?

I continued to cry, not noticing the the figure standing beside me.

Why are you doing this to me, God?

"Aphrodite-san...?"

I turned to the sound of the voice, seeing Japan on his knees right next to me, looking extremely concerned.

My mind decided to choose my next action.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and cried into his shoulder.

. . .

Third Person

Saying that Japan was shocked was an understatement.

Even though that this girl―who he barely knew, too―was invading his personal space, he somehow didn't feel the urge to push her away.

As strange as that sounds.

But he knew, somehow, that she was hurting. Not outside, but inside.

Japan knew that feeling.

He had felt her pain.

When his mother died, leaving him alone in this, cruel, harsh world. When he was taken under China's rule, when he wanted to be his own, independent nation. When he, quite literally, stabbed China in the back, leaving the only family member he had left, hurt and heartbroken.

Japan hugged the girl to his chest, her head pressed into his tear-soaked jacket shoulder, her cries muffled from the cloth.

He didn't care that his personal space was being invaded.

He didn't care if people heard or saw.

He didn't even care that she could be working for the Allies, plotting to kill them whenever chance she got.

He only cared about the girl in front of him.

Who knew that Japan had emotions?

. . .

You should have known that there would be feels.

Wow, starting off funny and ending with buckets of feels? What's next for Author-chan, aka "The Dick?"

While I was writing this, I found Japan and Kiki's theme song! Whoop whoop. If you decide to read this again or something, I'd recommend Bad Romance by Lady GaGa. It actually really goes with this couple.

Well, that's all from me, so...

PEACE OUT