Sup Hetalians! Here's a new chapter of the beloved (well not really that famous) TAoGaLS! Thanks so much for all the reviews and comments this story has gotten so far. Make Doitsu proud! Disclaimer- I do not own Hetalia or its characters or any of its extremely catchy songs, my weird mind could never make something so Prussian-level awesome!

Chapter 4

-Cuckoo-

Morning. Shortly before World War II.

The sounds of sawing, hammering, and hard work filled the workshop as Germany toiled away. He poured out his frustration into the mechanical and repetitive motions of building cuckoo clocks. (Don't ask.)

But Germany wouldn't even be in this utterly ridiculous situation if it wasn't for that...that France. The anger suffocated the laboring nation's mind before he could even come up with a proper insult to describe that insufferable excuse of a nation.

Focus, Ludwig. The sooner you finish that dummkopf's nonsense, the sooner you can relax. Shame on that pansy of a nation! And he blames it all on me, while it happens to be convenient enough to get some gold along the way.

Upon triggering himself yet again, Germany continued slicing the wood with such force and precision he might as well have been beheading a Titan. (See what I did there?HMMM?Ok never mind.) Fortunately, Herr Schtick seemed to sympathize completely and watched with content silence as the German nation skillfully built the strange structures. At least Herr Schtick understood him and always listened to him...although sometimes his wooden companion's lack of speech made for some awkward silence at times. But today, the silence was peaceful and welcoming.

But speaking of cuckoo clocks….The sounds of their musical chirping filled the small room, including the French-headed cuckoo clock that Germany had built to mock the country. And their musical chirping reminded him of a special song…

-Previously-

Germany was all ready to start his day, a new and fresh start. But it seemed Italy had other plans…

"Germany guess what! I wrote a special song for you~" The excited nation exclaimed in his face, which was merely inches away. Wincing from the burst of noise, Germany sighed and had no choice but to resign himself to listening to another song of Italy's. But he had to admit, this song got Germany a little curious-though it was strange to make a song for your enemy. But that's Italy for you.

"All right, let's hear it."

Italy strummed a few harmonious chords on the guitar and began to sing, stunning the normally uptight nation.

"Germany, Germany, Germany is a reallyreally nice place

Even though I'm your prisoner, you give me food

And it doesn't suck like English food~

Sausages with cheeses always taste so good.

It'd be heaven for a dog, Yeah, that's Germany~

Tell me, how is it you Germans are so robust? You're crushing me with your intimidation.

My fragility causes me to openly weep out of fear; Your women terrify me.

Is it the normal to drink a barrel of beer and then bust it on somebody's head?

Please don't come to my place in large mobs! German tourists are scary!

Even the girls that are from Germany are more rugged than I am.

Yahoo!~"

Germany sat there completely unnerved. He was pretty sure Herr Schtick was equally as stunned.

On one hand, if you asked him his honest opinion Germany would say that Italy had a rather good singing voice, not to mention strumming the perfect chords while singing...well, whatever you could call those lyrics.

Germany wasn't sure whether the song was meant to be praise or an insult, or if his simply intimidating manner made the fragile Italian nervous. But right now he was having none of it. He would tolerate no more nonsense from this weird Italian.

Italy stood there with a perpetual lazy smile as he said, "Ve~ Did you like my song Germany?" Not noticing the German's frantic search for a large box, Italy continued to blather on and on about his, ah, interesting song.

"It's so beautiful don't you think? I think it suits you~"

Germany shared a look with Herr Schtick, who decided it was unwise to say anything at the moment.

"Uh, ja, sure…" he replied distractedly as he quickly located the duct tape and the fairly large box.

"I worked so hard on it, do you want to hear it aga-MR. GERMANY PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! Abbi pietà di me per favore, Dio mi aiuti-!" The poor Italian squealed and pleaded as Germany firmly pushed Italy into the box.

Working quickly, he sealed the box tight and scrawled fragile, this side up ↑ as the box continued to shake and sob in Italian. Mein gott, he's so loud. He carefully poked a few fairly large holes to allow the nation to breathe and proceeded to ship him off back to Italy.

-Present-

Looking back on his decision, Germany sighed. Perhaps he was too hard on the poor guy, and besides the silence other than the eerie chirping started to bother him. Herr Schtick had yet to say a single word; Germany believed he was still his shock.

Great, now mein schticky friend is making me feel guilty.

But, he decided to savor the silence for a while. It did help him concentrate and restore things back to order. Ah, if things could stay this way, even for just a while….

Which was promptly interrupted when a certain happy-go-lucky nation appeared at the door…

"Germany help me find a job!...My family's becoming poor :" He pleaded, but was promptly kicked out from the house.

"DON'T COME BACK BOTHERING ME FOR A JOB!" The annoyed Germany yelled. Yet the Northern half of Italy was stubborn as well, and was reduced to begging in desperation.

Germany was thoroughly ticked off when the nation reappeared at his window. Italy realized this was his last chance, and so he presented his tale of pity all the while sporting the most convincing puppy-dog eyes he could muster.

"Please Germany~ We have almost nothing to eat and I'd do anything for a job….You don't even have to pay me! I Pleeease, I'd do the work even if you didn't give me a payment…"

Immediately Germany's guilt intensified for kicking him out earlier, and it was his duty as a nation to assist another nation in need. There was no other choice, and besides an extra pair of hands would help him with his work. Apparently Italy had quite the hand in the arts, and he was close with France...perhaps he could negotiate with Italy on his side. And so, Germany made his decision. To be honest, he would do anything to have an ally-besides Herr Schtick of course.

"Oh, Italy…"

Wordlessly, Herr Schtick disappeared from the room to welcome their new guest.

-end of chapter four-

So, hey guys… it's been a while *hides in corner* I'm sorry I haven't been updating lately, unfortunately I couldn't post when some weird 503 service unavailable thing popped up….But don't worry! Although I couldn't post I am currently writing the next chapters! Hopefully I can update more often after that.. / '

Until next time, mein schticky friends! Hasta la pasta!

-x deadlypastaaa