A/N: Goldenstar-Polska: Alright. This is the second chapter. It's in the perspective of Italy, and may be the only time that I'll write in that perspective. If you are wondering when I'll start writing in Poland's ('cause he is one of the main characters) he'll appear in the 4th chapter. It was sort of confusing, since TheSouthViet and I started the fic at the same time, with no clue of the plot or anything. So that's why the chapters are so messy right now. Fear not, they will make more sense soon. w Alrighty, critique me, flame me, I really don't care. Just review please~!

Disclaimer: Me or TheSouthViet don't own Hetalia at all. At all.

Onwards~!

A little brunette skipped along a corridor. Every step he took, there was a loud echo. The place seemed to be deserted. Doitsu will be so proud of what I made him~! The boy thought. It's probably the best I have done for him yet! The lad stopped. What if he won't like it…? A thought suddenly popped into the brunette's head. His eyes started to get watery, but he stopped himself in time. No. He's going to love it. He must! He started walking again, but more slowly now. The boy, with more of a calm mood now, started observing the place. Wow, he pondered. I wish my house was like Doitsu's~!

The residence was immense. Right from the entry to the rooms, you could see that the house was properly taken care of. The walls were plastered with flower wallpaper, although certain rooms were a little bit darker. Those rooms always scare me…the boy thought. Especially his office… Up ahead, the brunette could see a nice polished table with a bouquet of flowers standing on it.

"Oh~!" the boy thought out loud. "I never knew Doitsu was fond of flowers~!" He started sniffing them. "Mmmmm~! Daisies are his favorites~!"

"So I see that you noticed the flowers I put there." A voice startled the brunette.

The boy spun around. "Ve~! Germany, Germany~!" the little brunette ran up to the tall blonde.

"What is it now, Italy?" Germany sighed, clearly frustrated.

"I made you a gift~! Do you want to come see it?" Italy bounced.

"Not now, Italy." The blonde said, in a sharp tone.

The Italian started to sniffle. "But I worked hard on it…"

Germany sighed. He had a weak spot for Italy. "Fine, but quickly. I have work to do."

"Ve~! Come with me~!" Italy said, and sprinted away toward the grand entrance.

"Italia, wait up!" the German said, jogging along. He was so tired, with all of his sudden work that he was also out of shape.

Finally, when the two managed to get the main entrance (the house is extremely big….) there was a big object underneath a big cloth.

"Alright, what is this?" Germany asked, curiosity stronger in his voice than his usual strict voice.

"Ve~! Don't look until three, okay?" The Italian said, and the blonde closed his eyes. "Okay~! One, two, three!"

The German opened his eyes. What he saw was a beautiful painting of what seemed like Italy and Germany, sitting on grass, watching the sunset in the distance. Germany was dumbstruck by the detail put into the painting. You could see every wrinkle in their clothes, every blade of grass, shaded perfectly, the sunset, beautifully blended in. The boy had talent.

"So?" Italy finally asked. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah." Germany grunted, not showing what he really felt. "I do."

The brunette leaped in joy. "Ve~! Doitsu likes my painting~!"

"Now, may I go back to work now?" Germany asked.

"Ve~?" Italy tipped his head. "You promised me we'd go out for some Italian today, and it's almost the end of the day."

"Oh, I did?" Germany said stupidly. "I guess we'll go tomorrow, then."

"Germany?" Italy said, his Italian accent weighed heavily in the air. "Is something wrong? You've been so caught up with you're work lately, that you're forgetting everything. The last time you had so many work was when…" The end of the sentence lingered off.

"Italia, I have to tell you something." Germany said, with a sigh of defeat, and lead Italy to the next room over, the Living Room, where they both sat down.

"Ve~? Germany, what is it?" the Italian asked.

Germany heaved a sigh. "Italy, we're at war. Another war."

Italy was taken aback. "Why do we always fight other people's problems, Doitsu?" he complained. "Last time, it was all so confusing, and I don't want any of my friends getting hurt!" Italy started to wail.

"Pull yourself together, Italy." The German grumbled. "You've been through two before, and we're still alive."

"But more people will die!" Italy wept. "I don't like dieing!"

"I don't either." The blonde replied calmly. "But my boss…."

"It's always you're boss!" Italy interrupted. "Why don't you not do what you're boss does for once, can't you, Germany?"

"I'm SORRY!" Germany started screaming. "I'm sorry for not being able to do anything else except what my boss says, okay? I wish I wouldn't have done a couple of things! Do you think I wanted to annex Austria? Do you think I wanted to things I shouldn't have done?"

The brunette flinched. He heard Germany be strict before, tell him things loudly and unpleasantly, but he has never heard Germany say things that sharply before.

Feeling Italy's confusion, Germany moved closer to the brunette and hugged Italy. "I-I-I'm sorry, Italia." But the Italian started sobbing. "We just have to get through this together." Germany continued. "You will be on my side, right?"

Italy nodded slowly. "S-s-sì, Germany. But I'm still not…"

Germany suddenly lifted Italy's chin up, and wiped the tears off of his face. "Don't worry, I'll protect you."

At that instant, the door bell rang. Stiffly, the German stood up and opened the door.

"Herro, Germany." a black haired man stood on the other side of the door, bowing.

"Ah, Japan." responded the tall blonde. "Yes, yes. Come in."

As Japan stepped into the house, he noticed Italy sniffling. "I'm sorry," Japan apologized. "Did I interrupt something?"

"No." Germany replied. "We were just about done, anyways."

"So he knows about…" Japan said.

"Yes. He does." Germany answered.

"I actuary came here to talk about it." Japan shifted nervously.

"Italy, go up to your room." Commanded Germany to Italy.

Italy sniffed in response. "May I stay? Per favore?"

Germany sighed, and guided Japan to the Living Room. "Alright. Japan, have a seat."

Japan bowed his head. "Thank you Germany-san."

"Now. What do you want to talk about?" Germany's accent was strong.

"Well, it's about how we first need to take action. Make Russia know that we're a valuable ally."

"W-w-what?" Italy jumped in surprise. "You allied with Russia?" Italy knows that Germany and Russia had a LONG history together. They allied with each other to conquer Poland, and then they started fighting. Italy shuddered. He was there when it was happening, and even he is confused with what happened. And knowing Germany, it's hard for him to let go of his past.

"Yes." Germany said, with an edge in his tone. "Russia has become strong, and forming an alliance with him is a good idea, if we want to win this war." Turning to the Japanese man, he added "I have decided that we will invade the easy-to-take-advantage-of countries. Sealand, Poland, and Liechtenstein."

The Italian stiffened. Poland? he thought. …We used to be the greatest of friends. He remembered a long time ago, when he and Poland used to share their dreams together.

"Let's become independent countries, one day!" Italy exclaimed.

"Yeah, we'll totally be the best!" Poland replied with the same amount of enthusiasm.

"Italy-kun?" Japan asked. "Are you alright?"

The brunette slowly nodded. I promised Doitsu I'd fight this war with him… I did it in World War II, why does it hurt as much now?

Japan looked at the grandfather clock standing in Germany's living room. "Oh! I better be going now." Japan stood up, and headed for the door.

"Bye, Nihhon~!" Italy said with a lack of enthusiasm.

"Good bye, Italy-kun , Germany-san." And Italy heard the door open and close.

"Italia, I'll be leaving for a while." Germany told the Italian once Japan left.

"What?" Italy asked. To many bad surprises today… he painfully thought.

"I'll drop you off at Romano's." He replied. "I have some…business to do."

Doitsu (Japanese) - Germany, Italy often calls him that in the anime

Italia (Italian)- Italy, Germany often calls Italy that.

Sì (Italian) - Yes

Per Favore (Italian) - Please

-san (Japanese) - A respectful ending to a name, I guess. In Japan, you'd call someone older/a superior with this ending (-name here-san) Can also mean Mr./Mrs.

-kun (Japanese) - To call a young boy that.

Nihhon (Japanese) - Japan

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