So hold up a minute! Italy was the fire dog that was following Germany around? Well, ain't that a shocker. I mean, Germany does have an affinity toward dogs…and since Italy's a dog now…eheheheheh…

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"…Italy?"

"…Doitsu…"

Everyone stood shocked, staring at the innocent Italian (in FLAMES, by the way) standing in front of them. Gilbert's jaw was almost dangling off his face, since his eyes were actually OPEN for once. He waved his hand, a wall of fire destroying the barrier separating the two groups without so much as blinking…

And then turned around to hug Ludwig.

Please bear in mind that he was still IN FLAMES.

"Doitsu! I'm so glad you're OK! I thought that evil Holy Rome would do something to you!"

"Y-y-yeah! I'm fine, Feliciano, really!" He was freaking out. I mean, he WAS on fire. "C-can you let me go before you set me ablaze?"

"Ne, Doitsu…that won't happen!"

Ludwig began panicking even more, until he realized that about two minutes have passed and he wasn't even singed. The flames around Feliciano's body felt more like body warmth than real flames. After a while, he enjoyed the company and risked hugging him back. He felt warm to the touch…just like always.

"Ve~~Doitsu is warm…"

"…so are you…" He felt really embarrassed when he said that. So cheesy…and somewhat redundant. "But…how did you-?"

"I don't know, really…all I remember is falling…" His grip got tighter. "And then I heard you asking for help…"

Ludwig felt himself blush. That was just this morning, when he was asking Feliciano for advice. He thought he was imagining his voice! Was that actually him talking back? Man, this entire day is getting sappier, weirder and a bit cliché by the damn minute…

"You…heard me."

"You were lost, and said that I knew the way out. Once I heard that…I knew that I had to do something. Next thing I knew…here I am."

"…here you are."

After a few seconds Feliciano turned his head, making Ludwig look up. Somehow, the real Feliciano's presence had made him completely forget about the one possessing his body. His fingers twitched, and Ludwig immediately noticed Kiku and Gilbert jumping between them.

"Can we solve the cutesy talk until he's back in his own flesh and blood, West?" Prussia chuckled. "Cause it's weird for you to talk to someone on fire."

"We can do that." Ludwig answered, his hand gripping his whip. "Italy?"

"You can manipulate fire at will, right?" Feliciano let go. "I'm nothing more than fire…your weapon. Use me to your heart's content."

Pfft.

Oh, sorry.

"All right, let's do this!" Gilbert slammed his fists together. "I want a piece of that bastard's blood on my gloves!"

"You're not wearing gloves, Gil."

"DAMN YOU…Asian…country!"

"It's Japan, if you're curious."

"Oh, thanks…DAMN YOU, JAPAN!"

"You're very welcome."

Holy Roman Empire quickly ran toward this, his fingers glowing with the Italian's power. Feliciano didn't bother to hesitate. He jumped into the air, his fingertips glowing, and pulled a human-sized dragon from the wall. It landed right in front of them (did I mention that Gilbert screamed like a girl for a millisecond out of shock?), roaring right at him.

"Hey, that isn't fair!" He argued. "I'M the awesome one! Why can't I do that?"

"Because, jerkface…" Lovino chuckled, his wound being healed by Arthur and Bell. "You're not Italian."

Prussia mumbled some very fancy curses to himself as Feliciano descended on the painted object, the flames creating his body surrounded his neck and limbs. Ludwig stared as the familiar figure had vanished into the dragon's brain. The dragon's eyes opened, turning from a fiery red to a beautiful hazel gold.

"H-hey! You're not taking all the credit here!" Gilbert jumped next to the dragon. "You're gonna have to beat me to the punch!"

"Let's see you try."

They both charged toward Holy Roman Empire, Feliciano's roars echoing through the walls. What ended up happening was a very fascinating 2-on-1 duel that ended up with no one getting hit but about fifty thousand craters being just about everywhere. Odd enough, Lovino was the only one who wasn't surprised on what was going on.

"I…never thought that Italy could have such a power…" Elizabeta blinked in surprise.

"You always underestimate us, don't you?" Lovino grinned. "Once push goes to shove, we can handle our own weight."

"Which only brings up one question…" Nel grinned. "How much do we have to shove you?"

"You are NOT testing that theory out, jackass!"

Holy Roman Empire jumped in front of Feliciano, who proceeded to shoot fireballs at him. He dodged the majority of them, seeing Gilbert appear right next to him and shoot a major one right in the stomach. Holy Roman Empire flew out of the way as he saw Feliciano fly behind Prussia.

"Hey, light me up!" Gilbert lifted his hands as energy piled up in his palms. "Strahl von Überwältigenden Verhältnissen!"

He shot a bright purple energy ray, mixed with the dragon's fire breath. Of course, Holy Roman Empire was quick to dodge it. But what he wasn't expecting (or anyone was, for that matter) Ivan hovering just behind him, that familiar creepy Russian grin all over his face.

"Размышлять."

The mixed beam bounced off of the Russian's shield, somehow gaining a white electric effect on it. Holy Roman Empire dodged it yet again, this time heading toward China. He screamed at it, the echo bouncing the beam right off. As the Holy Roman Empire dodged the beam, everyone kept adding their own powers to it by their own reflections. Suddenly, it went toward Ludwig.

And he had no idea how to reflect it.

Everyone stared at him in shock as Germany stood there, the beam heading straight toward him. He could hear people screaming at him, but only one of them hit him hard: Feliciano, his screams accented with panicked tears. Suddenly, a wave of calm ran through his blood. He didn't have to look up to know that it was Francis's doing, telling him to calm down.

The power of my father…that's what I need.

He lifted his hand, the beam landing right in his palm. It hurt him, of course, but after a few seconds, he felt more of a tingling feeling than pain. He opened his eyes and realized that he had actually absorbed the entire beam…and that his outfit had changed...

He was Holy Roman Empire.

Yet again.

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Yes…more translations.

[Strahl von Überwältigenden Verhältnissen!] GERMAN– Ray of Awesome Proportions (Yeah…I gave up making them somewhat serious)

[Размышлять] RUSSIAN– Reflect

God, this is going to be like a DBZ fight…hopefully, this won't span ten chapters…