This was written with a major writer's block. Which might explain the fact I actually finished writing the chapter that comes after first. Not my best chapter but I have too many ideas for this story and unless you want a 21549658746324 chapter fanfic, I think limiting the number of chapters per ark is essential.

Speaking about chapters, you may have noticed the number of chapters has slightly changed. That is due to the fact that when I first uploaded this, I kinda put the nine first chapters in one go. Which is a really stupid thing to do. Think about it, when a fanfic has nine chapters and zero reviews, it does not encourage people to read. I was, unfortunately, too lazy to do anything about it. So, I decided to try merging chapters together, and since I had pretty much no reviews for the nine first chapters, I really risked loosing nothing. So chapter 1 is actually chapters 1 & 2, chapter 2 are chapters 3 - 6 and chapter 3 are chapters seven ate nine (This joke is getting old).

Well, we'll see how that works out.

... And no judging, don't pretend you don't do what you can to make your story more popular.

Thank you for following this story from the beginning and Kaitou-Eileen, *concentrates* *concentrates more* *eats a chocolate bar* *resumes concentration* TADAAAA here's your wine ;)

Disclaimer: I realized how little importance I give disclaimers compared to other authors... Oooops. Anyway I claim I own Hetalia which is totally why I'm writing this next to the word DISclaimer.
*sarcastic filter has been activated* I don't own Hetalia.
By the way, I took the ninja llama idea from a one page comic I found a few months ago. Unfortunately, I can't *ahem, am too lazy to* find it anymore but if you absolutely want me too, I'll just replace it with a shinigami bunny or something.

Is it me or are my author's notes getting longer?

France's head was throbbing. Unfortunately, the Englishman's fist had nothing to do with it (the latter did leave a red bruise on the jaw but he was used to it by now). A better explanation to the endless ringing in his ears would be the devastated garden, and to be more precise, the smoking black burn mark in its centre.

"Veeeee~ Did it work?" wondered the forever innocent Feliciano

"Of course it did imbecile!" affirmed Lovino "The grenade exploded didn't it? That's what grenades do!"

They never change... mentally sighed Francis. He pitied the clumsy Italian siblings and the idea of helping them crossed his mind. However, he knew it would blow his cover. Despite the risk (and after receiving a pleading look from the once-so-beautiful mutilated garden), the blond decided he could not leave his fellow nations alone. Of course, he could just catch their attention, greet them and explain how grenades work but that would be next to no fun. Moreover, Romano's ahoge was bouncing around as if asking to played it. Need I say more?

"CHIGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

"France nii-chan!"

*le head butt*

"Aïe! (Ouch!)"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE BASTAAAAAARD?"

"Don't get angry Lovi! France nii-chan probably had some business to take care of..."

"SHUT UP FELI AND LET ME GO! I NEED TO CUT THIS JERK'S BALLS TO TEACH HIM A LESSON!"

"Woah, du calme! (calm down!)"

"Onii-chan, please don't hurt France-nii!"

It took about half an hour to kill Romano's rage, mainly due to the Frenchman's wrong choice of words ("Why can Antonio tease-play you and not me?","Don't pretend you did not enjoy it!", "Hey Feliciano, want to rent a hotel room with me?"...). Oh well, at least the only casualties were the nearby already fried flowers.

"In my defence," started France "You guys sent me flying in that explosion."

"That doesn't make any sense, idiot!" argued Romano "It was a close range grenade! You had to be within two meters for it to have any effect on you!"

"Think of all the damage you could have done to my visage magnifique (magnificent face)!" he continued

"Oy bastard! Did you hear what I said?" insisted the Italian

"And just as I was about to get a good feel of your ass!" complained Francis

"Feliciano..." calmly called Lovino

"Yes brother?" answered the younger brother

"I think you might want to hold me down BEFORE I START A FUCKING WORLD WAR THREE! I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU FRAAAAAAAANCE!" the older Vargas snapped

"Stop!" intertwined The lighter brunet *natural puppy eyes* " Fighting is bad!"

"Hé! (Hey! (Did I really need to translate that?)) Don't you want to know why I risked getting found out to talk to you?" questioned the threatened country

"So you admit you were hiding." smirked the pissed nation

"Yes... NON! (I refuse to translate this.) Okay, maybe!" France confirmed "And anyway, that just proves my point! I risk way more than I gain! All I wanted was to correct the way you use the grenade!"

"That's what he said!" chirped the northern half of Italy

"That's not how you use 'that's what she said jokes' Italy dear." pointed out Francis

"Jokes?" wondered the youngest of the three "I was talking about Germany! He always says that after we finish boiling pasta!"

Poor Germany, he really can't say 'no' to Italy... the Frenchman thought. He rolled his eyes and resumed what he was saying "The point of grenades is to explode your enemy's head, not yours, which is why you have to throw the grenade, NOT the pin." the Italies' faces looked at him in shock, as if they had discovered the meaning of life (By the way, it's 42 ;)) "Please tell me how you survived so many wars."

Romano turned red "Pshh! I knew that horny bastard!"

"That's what he said!" cheered Feliciano, causing both Romano and France to stare at him in confusion

"So you knew about it but didn't change anything to the way you threw grenades?" asked the perverted nation

"Veeee~ Why would I change anything?" questioned the oblivious man

I'm sure all of you can picture the face palms that ensued.

"Oh look! A ninja llama!" called North Italy after throwing a glance behind Francis

"Hey Lovi, is your brother okay?" worried the blond

"HOLY CRAPOLA! It's a fucking ninja llama! And no - my stupid brother's brain works fine. Also, DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME LOVI!"

Romano wasn't the kind of person to see imaginary creatures, and if he did, he would never admit it. Seeing he older Italy sibling follow his brother was enough to make Francis turn around.

There it was, running in the alley bordered by columns and closely followed by a blond hyperactive-not-so-gentlemanish England and a quite-energetic-for-his age old man. All three were leaving the inside of the house and heading at full speed towards the main gates, where the two alleys which limited the garden on both sides joined the road. Now here's an interesting sight.

Luckily, the French had known England for quite a long time and quickly understood some magic was at work. "Grenade!" he ordered. Feliciano immediately reacted and handed France the weapon in the seconds that followed. Upon feeling the object in his hand, the latter bit the safety pin off and hurled it (the grenade, NOT the pin) towards the running animal.

But it seemed the black material, wasn't there to show off. The unusual creature skilfully dodged the explosion and turned to face his aggressor.

"Well, at least our 'pet' isn't heading outside anymore, right?" smirked the English nation

"It's been quite a while since I saw you like this, Arthur!" exclaimed the bearded man

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" yelled South Italy

"You said it yourself, it's a ninja llama." reminded Seborga

"Veeeeee~ when did you get here Seborga?" asked the lighter brunet

"Just now." the micro nation shrugged

"Hey Italie (French spelling, you can guess the word), you hang around Japan a lot, do you know how to defeat a ninja?" asked Francis desperately trying to keep calm despite the piercing glare from the animal.

"Apparently the trouble is in catching the ninja. Anything that kills a human kills a ninja." Answered Venziano after overworking his brain to remember "It's very hard. Very, very hard and very long too."

"That's what she said."

"FRANCE!" the Vatican scolded.

"Who said what?" innocently asked Feliciano

"Oy! We have a more urgent matter!" grinned Arthur

The llama didn't seem to appreciate being ignored and decided it was fun to charge full strength towards the group if nation. Now what damage could a simple herbivore do? Try a lot. Especially when it's a ninja.

Hearts beat faster, cold sweat slid on their skin, they all concentrated on the animal. The weapons (mostly grenades and lamp torches… unless you count maps too. Don't underestimate paper cuts) shined under the sun and England shook of excitement. With every second, the atmosphere grew tenser. It ran faster and faster and faster…

… and tripped. Then was thrown to the nations' feet and lost consciousness.

"…"

"What the – What invisible force could have possibly do – " started France

"Wow!" Seborga whistled "You have a lot of strength, don't you Ljubljana?"

"Ljubljana is Slovenia's capital city! I'm CA-NA-DA!" complained said invisible force "And I share my brother's strength." And they thought ninjas were the ones that were impossible to see.

"When did you get here Canadia?" asked Britain

"Canada… It's Canada…" cried the ghostly nation "I was chasing the llama with you."

"Speaking of llamas, I'd better get rid of it, right?" smirked the pirate. He gestured for the others to stand back and threw a grenade.

The wave of shock was a bit bigger than expected and engulfed the island nation in a cloud of smoke. The rest of the group knew very well Arthur couldn't die of it but they also knew they could expect anything from the explosion of magic things. And lady luck decided it was time to head home. Also, a black cat passed. And a mirror shattered somewhere in the world.

Which is why the day ended with a round of laughter directed at what England had become.