Same warnings stand as before, and this time a disclaimer as well! I don't own anything. Not Hetalia or any of the countries, which is really a shame.

I'm Really Regretting This...

Roderick finally set the phone down, running a hand over his face before turning to Feli with a small smile. "They're coming."

"Yaaaaaaaaaa~y!" Ciano cheered.

Elizaveta glanced between them, wondering just what it was Roderick agreed to, before catching Feliciano mid-pirouette. "Ciano, honey, why don't you go down to Antonio's house?" Her smile grew with little Feliciano's confused look. "You wouldn't want to leave your brother out, would you?"

"Okay!" Feliciano grinned, skipping down the hall. He knew the way, so Elizaveta wouldn't have to worry about him getting lost. Well, there was that, and the homing chip she implanted in his ear.

So, now that little Feli was out of the way… "So, Rickky," She casually strolled over to Roderich, lightly trailing her fingers across his back. He froze, a deer caught in headlights, as her arm slipped over his shoulders. "What, exactly, did you agree to?"

"Uhmn, ah- Well, Arthur's catering." A shadow of doom passed over his wife's face, and he quickly turned around to reassure her. "It's alright; we're not going to die. We'll have pizza and pasta in the other room, and maybe Yao's family will bring something with them. You know how Asians are with house-gifts."

Elizaveta released a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "You are going to bring them, aren't you?"

"Of course, I'll call them right now." Roderich was just glad Elizaveta wasn't in killing mode anymore, although… "There's something I need you to do." Be brave Roderich, be brave. "I need you to go invite Ludwig."

"Okay."

"…You do realize that means inviting Gilbert, don't you?"

Elizaveta seemed to be frozen. An eyebrow twitched. "Okay."

"Okay then… I'm going to call Yao. …Alright?"

"Okay." Elizaveta chuckled slightly, stalking out of the room. Her infamous frying pan mysteriously appearing in hand. Roderick did not envy his brother…

Feliciano strolled down the countryside, whistling a happy tune to himself. Daddy was having a party! He didn't really quite get why, but there was pasta! Pizza and pasta, so he was good. Plus his big brother Romano and uncle Francis were coming to see him! Ah, it'd been ages….

"La, la, la… La, la, la, laa-aah!" Feli found himself face first it the dirt. When he lifted his head, his eyes found whiskers, orange fur, and yellow slitted eyes. A Tiger! "Wa~h!" Feliciano nearly flew backwards, but the tiger pounced on him and started licking his cheek. "Gah! What is this? It's mutiny, mutiny I tell ya!" The tiger meowed, causing Feliciano to halt his flailing arms. Oh. "Ah, you're just a cute lil' kitty-cat! Purr, purr!" He grinned, stroking the cat's tabby fur.

"So, what should we call him?"

"Mrs. Fluffy-Butters," came a calm, collected voice.

"Ah, Mrs. Fluffy-Butters sounds like a good na-aaah!" Feliciano jumped, holding the cat up as a meat-shield. "Don't hurt me! I'm just a tomato-box fairy!" He cried, "I-I'll grant you a w-wish if you don't hurt me!"

The cat meowed in distress. The young boy who so dubbed it Mrs. Fluffy-Butters knelt down and took him from Feliciano, cradling it in the crook of his arm. Another boy wearing a ghutra was clinging to the older, dark-skinned man beside him. The older man let out a loud guffaw. "Tomato-box fairy, huh? You wouldn't happen to be Arthur's kid, would ya?"

"N-No." Feli stuttered. He wasn't, but… "You know uncle Arthur?"

He couldn't stop laughing. "Ha, ha! Ah-ha, ha… Ah… High school."

"...Did you even finish high school?" The boy with the cat gave the older man a strange look. He shook his head and held out a hand to the poor redhead in the dirt. "It's good to see you, Feliciano." He-He knew his name. …Wait, well, he did look familiar…

Feliciano gasped. "Heracles? Is that really you?" Feli didn't really know much about big brother Greece, but he'd seen him around. Usually with a legion of cats following him. And… Ah! There they are! Rising over the horizon! "It really is you!" Ciano smiled and tackled his legs, nearly knocking him over.

"What are you doing so far away from home, little tyke?"

Feli looked up at the scary man, burying his face in big brother Heracles's knees. "Daddy told me to go get my big brother Romano for the party tomorrow. You can come too! I think… I don't think Daddy Roderich would mind." He grinned brightly, "More the merrier, right?"

…Daddy… Roderich? "You're old man wouldn't happen to be a pansy piano player, would he?"

"You met him?"

Oh, God, that was too much! "Sure, me 'n ol Roddy go way back!" The man started laughing again, and the two younger boys with him backed away slowly. "Ah, no worries, kid. You sure you don't need us to come along with ya, wherever you're going?"

Feliciano quickly shook his head. "No, I'm good." He reached up to pet Mrs. Fluffy-Butters again. ""You're coming, right?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world..." Heracles smiled down at him before grabbing the other boy's wrist, "Come on, Gupta... let's go."

And so, with a wave and a wink, and Bob's your uncle, Feliciano continued on to Antonio's house.

"Water balloons to station three! Dive, dive, dive!"

"I told you, I just want to talk!"

"Ludwig, where are the ketchup balloons I ordered?"

"I can only fill them up so fast!"

Elizaveta really wasn't in the mood for this. Balloons of death were deflected by her frying pan of righteousness. Ducking and covering, Elizaveta dodged behind one of the great trees in Gilbert's front lawn. That damnable German just had to make his home a great big honking fort, now didn't he? Well, fort just wasn't the word, was it? It was more like a giant, well-fortified tree house with the actual mansion just behind it.

"Yes, a direct hit!" A direct what now?

Elizaveta reached up, feeling a cold thickness trailing down the side of her nose. Blood? The thickness continued to trail down near her mouth. Her tongue flicked out to catch a little.

Nope. Ketchup.

This meant war.

Elizaveta dashed out of her cover among the trees, deflecting balloons as she went. More shouting and… There! She smacked one with the side of her pan, sending it flying straight back to them.

"I'm hit!" Ludwig clutched his chest, the white shirt stained red, as he fell to the floor.

"Nien!" Gilbert cried, running to his brother's side. "Don't go into the light, kleinen Bruder!"

In the meantime, Elizaveta, now no longer being besieged by balloons of various sorts, dashed up the side of the mansion wall and leaped up into the tree house, landing with a 'ka'thump' in front of the two German brothers. There, she wasted no time in smacking the albino brother upside the head with her dirtied weapon.

"Ow!" Gilbert glowered at her, running a hand through his head. He paused, taking it away and staring at it with a look of horror. "That'll take hours to wash out!"

"Well if you would've shut up for five seconds, none of this would've happened! I'd have gotten what I wanted and been long gone by now."

"Oh, I knew what you wanted!" Gilbert sneered, still clutching his throbbing head, "My awesome self knew exactly what, and we're so not gonna give it to ya, Devil-woman!"

"Oh, really?" Elizaveta crossed her arms over her chest, "Then what do I want?"

Gilbert gaped up at her, mouth gobbing like a fish. "I… Dah- uhm…. Ah, Ludwig!" He turned to his still seemingly-unconscious brother, "Tell the She-Devil what she wants."

Ludwig blinked open his eyes, glanced between them… glanced down at his red shirt… and held his hand up. "Ketchup?"

Elizaveta face-palmed. If only Antonio was here… She shot Gilbert a nasty glare. "What have you done to him? He used to be such a good boy."

"How I raise my younger bruder is none of your concern." Gilbert said in what could only be a parody of maturity. "Now, why don't you just tell us what you want?" He paused, logic catching up with him. "Uh… But I already know what you want, so telling me would just be a waist of your time." He puffed out his chest proudly. "Chalk one up for awesome me, Ludwig!"

Ludwig saluted, pushing himself to his feet and walking inside the actual 'fort.' Elizaveta followed him with a perplexed look. In the corner there was a giant chalkboard, one side filled with thousands of chalk marks and a little drawing of a woman with horns. The one that Ludwig marked had- what? Three dashes? "That's a new record, Gil."

"Really? Is that supposed to be me?" She pointed at the 'she-Devil' picture. Lizaveta walked up to the board, looking down in the corner to see just how many she had. "Huh. I have nine thousand."

"Nien! There's no way you've got that many!" Gilbert pushed passed her, trying to count them all up. No way… Sure, he hadn't been looking at the board lately – it was too painful- but this was just… So not awesome. "Heh. Well, no matter how many you've got now, you'll never get another, because I! The awesome, fantastic Gilbert, has declared it so!"

"Hey, Gil. Your shoelace is untied."

"Oh, really?" Elizaveta rammed the frying pan into his gut.

Ludwig stared at the two for a second, Gilbert wallowing on the ground in pain, Elizaveta victoriously grinding her foot into his stomach, before chalking up another win for the Hungarian. "…Oh mien Got! Gilbert, her PMS level is over nine thousand!"

"Was?"

"Morons…"

I love Hungary. Everything she does is epic.

Germany says:

Was - What

Mein Got - My God

Nien - NO!

kleinen Bruder - little brother