Author-san: Hiya, Chiaki is back with another poorly-written one-shot! Oh, I kidnapped brought Prussia with me to do the disclaimer.
Prussia: Chiaki does not own Hetalia, she's too un-awesome to.
Author-san: *Sigh* Next time I'm kidnapping bringing Japan.
"You got us into a videogame... Again!?" Romano growled at no one in particular.
"My apologies, Romano-kun," A calm voice answered. "I have created a portal back to the real world at the end of the game."
"Can't you simply put it right here?!" Romano snapped, ignoring Italy's attempts to calm him down.
"I'm sorry, I can't," Japan lied. You little japanese liar. "You have to rescue the princess in order to open the portal."
"Vee~! Good job, Roma!" The italian with the red cap cheered as he watched Romano quickly throwing tomatoes at turtles and weird brown things.
"Shut up and take that pasta!" The one with the green cap yelled, getting tired of throwing tomatoes and instead jumping over the weird monsters.
"Ve!" Italy exclaimed as he jumped under a block, said block dropping a bowl of pasta. "You know, if you were hungry you could've simply asked for the pasta politely!" the block scolded.
"Sorry!" the younger italian said as the older one facepalmed.
(Time skip brought to you by lazy author-chan!)
"You're never getting the princess!" The platinum blonde haired dragon said, Night of Knights playing in the background ("that isn't even from Mario Bros!" Romano growled, "I know, but I like this song.")
Romano and Italy started throwing tomatoes at Belarus, who in return threw knives at the italians. (Sounds like a fair battle, doesn't it?) untiil the girl got tired and ran out of knives, "fine, you can get the princess. I'm going to get Big Brother~" the young girl said, walking to the portal chanting "marry me, marry me, marry me," as if Italy didn't have enough nightmares with HetaOni.
"Thank you for saving me, I was, like, totally bored just standing here!" the princess, better known as Poland said. "I suggested to paint the castle pink, Belarus didn't like my idea that much..."
"What makes you think that?" Italy asked, tilting his head.
"She, like, almost killed me with her knives!" Poland whined.
"Oh."
Poland and Italy were so busy talking about pink ponies, pasta and even pink pasta that they didn't notice when Romano walked through the portal, facepalming so hard his forehead was red.