Author's Note: WHY am I still writing? Ugh... This is the third chapter I've written already today! WHY CAN'T I STOP?

Also, I use England, not Britain, as England's name, since that's how it was in the original Hetalia, not the dub. Hope everyone's OK with that. If not, sorry I offended you!

Oh, oh, oh! I got a viewer from the UAE (United Arab Emirates)! THAT'S SO COOL!

Anyways. On to the story, I suppose... Creepy title this time.

Chapter 13:

Don't leave a single trace and burn those souls to crisp

England was drinking his tea and working on some paperwork when the reports came in that France had been attacked. By Italy.

He immediately spit out his tea and spluttered, "What?"

He didn't believe it. But, a few weeks later, when he heard that Spain had also been attacked by Italy, he was forced to acknowledge the fact that it was true.

Italy was getting powerful, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. With Poland to the east, Russia to the north, and Italy to the south, the Europeans were getting nervous. They all expected to be attacked at any moment.

But somehow, it still came as a surprise when Italy attacked England.

Italy sighed. The battle for control of France, Spain, and England was going well, but for some reason, he wasn't content. He had been elated when he had conquered the smaller Mediterranean nations. So, why was he not happy? Why couldn't he enjoy the feeling of being in charge, for once?

A soldier ran into Italy's tent. "Sir, sir!"

"Yes?" Italy turned to face him. "What is it?"

"Sir, we have captured a few... uh... special people." The soldier looked a bit confused. "At least, that's what the General told me to tell you. I'm not sure why they're special..."

Italy cursed under his breath. Special could only mean one thing. These were nations. The only question was, who?

It could be any of them. The Italian military currently had Madrid under siege, was attacking Paris, and was bombing London. So who had been captured?

"Take me there."

The soldier hurried to obey.

Spain woke up to find himself in a small tent. He groaned. The last thing he remembered was a severe pain in his heart. That could only mean one thing. Madrid was in danger. He tried to sit up, and found that his body was aching all over. Sighing, he flopped back onto the ground. Maybe he would just take a little nap...

The next time he awoke, it was because he had been slapped. He peered upward to see...

"...France?"

"Ah, Spain, you're awake. Help me get us out of here!"

"It's no use, you bloody frog, you've been at it for hours! It's evening already! Can't you just give up?" Spain looked over to see England sitting near the back wall. He turned to address Spain. "He's tried everything. Digging, playing dead, sneaking out, just plain running through the door..."

Spain laughed at that. "Was he by any chance naked during these excursions?"

"Of course. But I must say, it actually succeeded in distracting the guards when he ran out. It's just that they weren't distracted for long enough..."

"That is why you should have stripped as well! Then they would have been twice as shocked!"

They started arguing. Spain sighed. These younger nations were a handful sometimes. It's a wonder they didn't get conquered when they were distracted arguing with each other.

Suddenly, Italy walked into the tent. Silence immediately fell between the two arguing nations, and as one they turned to him.

"Ve, big brother France! I haven't seen you in ages!" Italy rushed over to hug France. "It's too bad Paris is falling..."

France stiffened and pushed Italy away. "What do you mean?"

Italy frowned. "Can't you feel it? My reports say that the Parisian defense is slowly crumbling. Soon it will be overrun. Madrid, too. Can you feel it, big brother Spain?"

Spain paled. "Italy... why are you doing this?"

Italy smiled giddily. "It feels good!"

"Oh, god..." England whispered under his breath. "Italy..."

Suddenly, he fell over on the ground, gasping for breath. The other two nations rushed over to him.

"Angleterre! What is wrong?"

"Ahh... I think... London..."

Italy looked on, a strange expression on his face. "Hmm... I didn't think London would be the first to fall..."

"Italy... Feliciano..." England gasped as a fresh surge of pain flew through his body. "SNAP OUT OF IT!"

He lunged forward, knocking the smaller nation to the ground, and whacked him on the head with a scone he conjured out of nowhere. Task complete, England sagged onto the floor.

Italy blinked. Then he blinked again. Then he started bawling. "NO! ENGLAND! No, no, no, no, no..."

Suddenly, France and Spain both fell over, clutching at their chests.

"France! Spain! Oh no no no no... I did it again! How many have I taken over now? Why why why why why?" Italy wailed and slammed his fists on the ground.

England stretched out a hand, placing it on the distraught nation's shoulders. "Italy... It's not... your fault... You've... been the most... affected... by these deaths..."

"B-But I killed Austria and Switzerland too! How can it not be my fault?" Italy's eyes widened. "Austria... He left me something! He said to open it when I needed it! Maybe... maybe I can save you!"

Italy had been carrying the object in his pockets ever since that day. He reached in and grabbed it, unwrapping it to reveal...

A music player.

Italy cried out in anguish, but France and Spain gasped in recognition.

"Italy... Do you know what that is?"

Italy frowned, shaking his head.

"That is Austria's secret music! It is rumored that it can heal any ill, apart from death." France looked into the younger nation's eyes. "Italy... before we leave, promise me you'll listen to it."

"What good will it do?"

"Feliciano! Promise him!" Spain subsided into a coughing fit.

"Antonio..."

"Promise him..." England rolled around, already fading away.

"Arthur..."

"Feliciano, promise me..." France was having trouble keeping his eyes open.

"Francis... I promise..."

"Bon... adieu..."

And the three nations faded into the melting sun, the night falling around them.

United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland - Conquered by Italy - gone

French Republic - Conquered by Italy - gone

Kingdom of Spain - Conquered by Italy - gone

Author's Note: Austria has magical healing music. Yes he does. Don't deny it!

Fun Fact: During World War II, France actually was occupied by Italy. Or at least parts of it.

The title is from England's song "England's Evil Demon Summoning Song". You know, the one he sings around the campfire and creeps America out with?

Translations: (because I'm paranoid people don't know the meanings of things)

bon - good

adieu - goodbye

Next chapter will have another snapped nation! Guess who?