A/n) So I apologize up front y'all. This chapter got crazy. Cracky, then crazy, angsty, then cliffhangy. You have been warned. Also I don't intend to insult anyone, but it's Hetalia. Even if I don't own it, it's part is the show.

Francis braced himself. He was ready to run for his life. Not like he was a coward or anything, but seriously, Germany had a temper. He expected Kiku to get up and say,

"Germany is Hory Roman Empile!"

Or some mix of Japanese thrown in somewhere.

Fortunately, the meeting was all business. Italy looked bored. He was sketching in a notebook he should have been taking notes in. America snuck in some food, and was quietly trying to omnom it down. Russia didn't look there at all, except when he would mouth "Become one with me" to England, who would give him the finger, and bury himself into notes.

Yeah just a normal meeting. Well, except the Prussian and Canadian making goo goo eyes at each other. Even France wanted to shout get a room. That's saying something.

"That concrudes my recture." Kiku said. He gave a stiff bow, and sat down in his chair.

France let out a sigh of relief. No mention of Holy Roman Empire. Merci Mon Dieu!

Alfred stood up.

"Alright bitches! America time! Everything is going awesome, because I'm America. Any questions?"

"Sure, you daft wazzock, how goes the ever growing debt you've steadily been accumulating?" Arthur asked.

"What debt? We aren't in debt! I'm the most powerful country here! We still have tons if cash to blow."

"And a ceiling to keep rising with the debt. Git!"

"Exactly. Become one with me America. Together we will be most powerful allies ever, da." Russia said.

"Better dead then red, commie bastard."

"Alright enough!" Germany yelled.

Arthur stood, and began talking. Kiku leaned over to Ludwig

"Can I talk to your after the meeting?"

"Of course, Japan." Germany answered.

He was glad to have Japan as a friend. He was quiet, reserved, and thoughtful. Not loud and brainless as Italy. He looked over at the boy watching that stray curl bounce as he drew in his notepad. He was so cute, the way he scribbled in his notepad. Germany could almost not contain his smile. Well at least Italy was his brainless friend.

Finally after several fights, countless hours, and hearing every swear word in each language present, the meeting was finally over.

"Let's all go to a bar, and get wasted!" Alfred said.

For once everyone could agree. A good stiff drink might be what they all needed after that.

"Come on Birdie. It'll be fun. You can try my favorite beer." Prussia said, tugging on Canada to come with him.

"I don't know. I'm not myself when I drink. Plus, I'm sure they don't have maple beer." Matthew was a bit reluctant.

Gilbert stopped, and stared at Matthew "Birdie, that is the single most disgusting thing you have ever said to me."

Ludwig passed the two lovers, and shook his head. He had Japan on one side, and Italy on the other. They walked in comfortable silence. Things were going to get crazy once they hit the bar.

"Vhat did you vant to talk about Japan?" Germany asked

"Nothing important really. It can wait."

Honestly, Kiku didn't want Italy present when he announced his findings.

As foretold things got crazy at the bar. France was trying to seduce England, Russia coming on strong to America, asking to be one in another way, and Prussia and Canada were making out heavily.

"It truly is amazing," Japan mused watching the other countries "They hate each other, but get them a rittle drunk, and they become horny teens."

Germany nodded feeling a little woozy. Feliciano was off chatting with some girls, and Germany was determined to drink himself into oblivion.

"Germany, before you attempt to drink until you forget, I have something important to tell you." Japan said, placing a hand on his friends back.

Germany looked at Japan "Vhat?"

"In regards to a certain little Italian boy you know." Japan nodded towards Italy.

Germany sobered up really quickly at those words, and stared right at Japan.

"I had Gilbert help, but I think you might be Holy Roman Empire. The likeness is uncanny."

"That's impossible. Japan, it's not nice to tease a drunk man, besides why would I care?"

"Because it's bothered you since day one. Don't deny it! You've been distracted rately. Plus everyone knows Itary onry wants you."

"Ja, let's mess with Germany. Wunderbar! I don't care! He seems distracted just fine with those women!" Germany stood up. He had enough of Japan, and his lies.

He left the bar even though he heard Japan yelling for him. Drinking wasn't going to heal the aching in his heart. He wanted so badly to be with that adorable Italian, but not by some crazy theory. Even if it were true, he didn't want Italy to love him for who he used to be. He wanted it because of who he was now. The past is exactly that, past. There is no sense dwelling there or living there. Both he, and Italy were different from who the used to, or might have been.

He stopped at the park by his house right by the fountain, and stared at the water, endlessly cycling to create beautiful cascading water patterns.

"I knew this is vhere you could come, little bruder." Prussia was jogging in his direction

"Vhat do you want? Shouldn't you be making out with your new liebe?" Germany growled.

"I heard Japan yelling for you. I suppose he told you?"

"Vhat those lies? Ja, you come to haf fun teasing your bruder?"

Prussia reached into his pocket, and showed Germany a picture of him as a child.

"You can't deny it West. You may not remember, or choose not to because of your failure, but the likeness is too much to ignore."

Germany took the picture and stared at it. He ran his fingers against the smooth surface. Why couldn't he remember anything before that time? Why? Was God having a laugh at him? Was fate playing a cruel trick on him?

"Germany? Prussia?" Feliciano was calling out, looking for them.

"Over here Italy." Prussia called out to the Italian.

Feliciano walked over to them.

"Oh I got so worried when you two disappeared!"

"I should go get Matthew, and head home. Bruder, remember what I said, ja?" And with that, Prussia left them alone.

"Germany are you feeling alright? You've been so distracted lately. Did I get you sick?" Feliciano asked, as he sat down next to the German.

"Nein, it's not that. I just...I've been busy is all."

"I'll help you with the work, Germany. I'm not always the smartest, but I can handle some paperwork!"

"Not that kind of busy. It's something else."

"Oh," Italy grabbed Ludwig's hands, and made him look him in the eyes, "What is it Germany. I hate seeing you like this!"

And with that Germany lunged forward, closing the gap between them, and kissed Italy.

A/N) Please no death threats the next chapter has been started! I want to take a minute and once again that everyone for the follows. It means so much. I haven't been on this site very long, and this is my most popular story. I'm in double digits!

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Translations:

Merci Mon Dieu-Thank My God.

Wunderbar- Wonderful