Note- This takes place in 1994 in the real world. So, this is the reason that Spain… Well, you'll see. Sorry if I offend anyone, but honestly, it's impossible not to with Hetalia. Unless you're Japanese. It seems as if Japan had the least offensive content, since the creator is Japanese.

Germany fighting Nami with lightning just came out. I picked the fights randomly, and Germany ended up with Nami somehow.

Chapter 13 (Iggy POV)

"Oh man, he's going to kill me," Ussop muttered. I could understand; Antonio was pretty intimidating.

"I guess, he does look strong," Sanji said unhelpfully.

"Not everyone can be as strong as you, Sanji," Nami barely got out of the fight with Ger- Wait a second, why did I think of him as- what was it again?

"Ger… Ger… Germany?" I said. Another flashback rushed into my mind, but I got used to it by the time I had the one of Antonio.

Another city was burning, but this time, instead of sorrow, I felt pain. Thunder- no, planes- roared across the sky, sirens blared in the ruined streets, and more bombs kept falling. Worse yet, there was nothing I could do to help them. I could only leave it to fate. An elderly couple, too slow to get to any shelter in time, fell victim to the blasts. As the last breaths left their bodies, agony wracked through my body. D-Damn you, Germany! It's been fifty days [1]-

"Cap'n? Cap'n!" Robin shook me.

"R-Robin!"

"What was that?" Robin asked.

"L-Ludwig's real name. It's Germany," But why was I in so much pain back then? I wasn't the one hit, so what happened?

"I'll keep that in mind," Nami took out a notepad and jotted it down.

"Can't this wait? This guy looks like he's going to kill me!"

"¿Qué?" Antonio asked. I think he said 'what' by my translation instinct.

"Nothing!" Ussop yelled franticly. "Man, he's so strong, he's confident enough to be calm before a fight!"

"Don't worry, he's always like this," I put in.

"He is? So he can stay calm in this situation while I panic!" I couldn't follow his logic, but there's nothing I can do if he's that hysterical.

"Ussop, keep in mind that he can't kill you," Nami tried to calm him down.

"Like that make a difference!"

"Well, you could just surrender," I said.

Ussop stood up a bit taller. "I am a man of the sea, and I won't back down!"

"Well, go on, then. You said you would,"

Ussop looked defeated, and got out a slingshot-staff thingy. "Okay, I'll try," he said nervously.

"Ready, set paint!" Ludwig- no, Germany- yelled. Without another word, Ussop dabbed his finger in the paint, and Antonio painted his left knee. "Fight!"

"Take this! Fire Bird star!" Ussop shot a flaming projectile off his slingshot staff. Good, he took the first step; it'll be so much easier for him now.

FWAP! Antonio kicked it back like a football. "What the-" Ussop shot another round of projectiles, ranging from ordinary pebbles to more flaming bullets, but Antonio either deflected or dodged them all. "Try this! Tabasco star!"

It hit him right in the mouth, and he fell backwards. "Ha! That much Tabasco sauce is enough to make a lion choke-" Antonio got to his feet without any indication of pain. "Wh-what?"

Lovino smirked. "If you think that was bad, you should try his cooking,"

"It's that bad, huh?" Nami asked.

"No, just too spicy. But I had to eat it for years until I moved out,"

"Ve~, I had to live with Mr. Edelstein, and his food was horrible," Feliciano said.

"Wait a second… you two were separated?" Nami's expression changed from amused to horrified in seconds.

Lovino nodded. "We were raised by our grandfather, until he died when we were little. After that, everyone wanted legal custody of us because of out inheritance [2]. Eventually, we ended up with Piano-jerk, who kept fratello and dumped me with Tomato-jerk and his mother,"

"Just like Mathew and Alfred," Nami said under her breath.

"If that won't work, then," Ussop shot another lead ball. Again, Antonio jumped up to kick it, "Gunpowder star!" Antonio kicked it, but it exploded on impact. He crumpled, his hand wrapped around his right knee. "How do you like that?"

Antonio got up, his axe drawn. I saw from the look in his eyes that he had not snapped, but Ussop seemed to think otherwise. He was cowering in fear at the sight of him. "I- I won't r-run away," he kept telling himself. Antonio rushed towards him. "Kyaaaaaa!" he closed his eyes.

But he needn't have worried. Antonio had collapsed just before delivering the final strike, and was clutching his stomach. "Os maldicen, el desempleo del veinte por ciento la tasa [3]," he muttered, clearly in pain. I might be wrong, but I thought he said 'curse you, twenty percent unemployment rate'. My intuition said that he probably was right, but my brain said that that was impossible. Maybe my internal translator was faulty.

Ussop slapped him on the left knee. "I guess I win, then. I mean, it was my Tabasco sauce that gave him that stomachache!"

"I guess," said Zoro. No, it wasn't that at all, I was certain of it. But he already hit the spot, so there's nothing that I could do.

"Ve~ Can we have pasta now?" Feliciano asked.

"Yes, ve vill have two more fights aftervards," Germany said. Even though I felt that the bombings were his fault, I still couldn't bring myself to truly hate him. Yes, I still felt anger, but I felt that he was not entirely at fault. Plus, I didn't know the whole story, so why humiliate myself by premature action?

"Yay! Ve, Ve~!" Feliciano somehow managed to pull several pots and pans out of nowhere, while Lovino got out all the ingredients.

"Hold on, I'll build the fire," From a distant memory, I knew that Germany did not trust him with fire or any kind of explosive except for when he made hand grenades.

Before long, Feliciano and Lovino had used up of at least a pound of flour making the pasta from scratch, and Francis- bloody frog, I told myself- and Sanji had gotten bored and started to make some food of their own.

In the meantime, Yao had taken out a large amount of plates, bowls, and chopsticks, and realized that we were eating Western food after he had gotten everything out. Luckily, the Straw Hats had plenty of cutleries, and we managed to find some rocks to sit on. It was a great view; we were halfway up the mountain with the town and sea before us, and the noon bells were ringing in the distance.

"So, you also follow the way of the sword?" Kiku asked Zoro over a cup of tea.

"Yes, ever since childhood. Same with you?"

Kiku then nodded. "As long as I can remember, I carried a sword alongside me."

"How can he eat so much?" Yao asked while giving Luffy a semi-disgusted look.

"I really haven't figured that out yet," Chopper replied.

"Can I hug you?"

"Er… maybe?" Chopper was caught completely off guard by this question.

"You made zis?" Germany asked Ussop about his slingshot staff. It was difficult to see him as a child now.

"Yeah, it's my crowning glory! I used these things called Dials, which boost the power…"

"How about a drinking contest?" Nami asked.

"Da, I accept your challenge," Ivan got out another crate of vodka. How much vodka did he have, anyway?

This went on until we ran out of food, about two or three hours later, a long time considering Luffy's appetite. By then, Kiku had known everything about all the katanas that Zoro had ever owned, Yao had cuddled Chopper several times, Germany had upgraded several of his guns and Ussop had made a model of his newest slingshot ammo. Unfortunately, Ivan had won the drinking contest, and Nami had gotten so drunk that we decided to wait until tomorrow to hold the next fight. Either way, Robin pulled the slip anyway, so we knew what was coming next.

"Wang Yao vs. Sanji."

[1] The bombing scene- that was the Blitz, a German air raid on Great Britain. It lasted for fifty-seven days, 40,000 civilians were killed.

[2] The Italy brother's inheritance- that part doesn't just refer to the Roman Empire's wealth; it also refers to Italy's fertile land. Romano doesn't say the latter because it just wouldn't make as much sense.

[3] Spain's muttering in Spanish- It really was 'Curse you, 20% unemployment rate'. I got this off of Wikipedia, so take it with a grain of salt, but apparently Spain had a 20% unemployment rate in the 90's. The reason for his stomachache was the economy, not the Tabasco sauce. Note- This was the most complicated sentence I used Google Translate for, so it is most likely highly inaccurate.