Realizing the Allies won't attack until, like, episode 18, I decided to move up the attack. I also really hated all that "constantly getting interrupted" stuff, so that does not happen here. Maybe you'll like how this chapter ends, maybe not. I don't really care that much anymore, but be prepared for Romano.

Now for reviews

Personification of Dawn Island: Thanks for your review. Nice to get a little support. Don't worry, some characters may be more aggressive, but others are really soft. Of coruse, the soft ones may be more rare. And yeah, I wouldn't miss doing the Boss Spain and Chibiromano skits. They sound very interesting to figure out with 2ps.

And for the other guest, you clearly didn't listen when I said "Hetalia can be watched for free online". I've read FF's whole spiel about the "bookstore" analogy. The thing is, if the bookstore gives the books away for free, is it really that different from a library? And unless you're gonna provide some suggestions, don't bother reviewing. I asked for some optimistic steps forward, not some pessimistic steps back.

I find it funny how people think just copy and pasting the same reviews saying the same damn things will actually be beneficial to anyone. And the funny part is, they don't even have the guts to review under an actual screen name. Haven't even considered my offer: stop heckling me over past chapters and instead help me make future chapters better. This one is by far my favorite.

Sometime during WWII

It was evening, with the sun just dipping below the horizon. The entire beach was dark, but the last bits of light lingered upon the top of the cliff, though even they would shortly disappear. Down below, the Axis sat around the fire, Italy sharpening his knives, Germany using the tray from the survival pack to cook a fish over the flames, and Japan was working to crack open a coconut. They'd been there for maybe three days, and no one had come to rescue them yet. Japan's ankle had been healing alright, and he could stand, but he had to use a stick to help him walk. Italy had begun teasing him about it, calling him an old man, until one of Italy's own knives nearly ended up in the Italian's skull. Clearly, the Asian man still had some fight left in him.

"Germany, I'm hungry," Italy whined.

"I can only cook so fast, Italy," Germany replied as he removed the tray from the flames and used the tip of the knife to turn the strips of fish over before holding it above the fire again.

Italy rolled his eyes and went back to sharpening. Japan finally cracked open the coconut and handed half to Italy. "Drink it," he ordered. "It will keep your strength up."

Italy didn't have to be told twice. Japan offered the other half to Germany, but he shook his head. "I'll wait for the next one."

Italy finished the milk, wiping a sleeve across his mouth. It was just when he set down the shell that he froze. Rustling up above. Voices. "Germany, Japan, listen."

The others paused what they were doing and tilted an ear up. Germany's brows knit. "Is that..."

"I hear it too," Japan said.

Italy followed the source of the noise, his eyes going up to the cliff. He didn't see anything at first, but then something glinted in the dying sunlight. Italy gasped. "Move!"

The Axis members moved out of the way just as three consecutive bullets flew past, clearly aimed for each individual. Germany pulled out his pistol, holding it at the ready. "It's the Allies," he said. Italy scowled, pulling out a set of throwing knives from inside his jacket and Japan went to stand, going to grab his katana but stopped with a hiss. His eyes widened in realization.

"I cannot stand," Japan whispered.

"Seriously?!" Italy shouted.

Then, up above, five people stepped out of the trees. At the lead was America with a triumphant smile on his face. "Well, look what washed up?" he laughed. "Strange place for a camping trip."

Germany growled. "Come down here and fight, you cowards!" he shouted, raising his pistol and firing a shot, but America simply stepped to the side and the bullet went flying past his head.

"Maybe we should teach them a little bit of respect," China suggested, already drawing a bō staff.

"Sounds good to me," Russia replied, already holding a rifle.

And as one, the Allies jumped down to the sand, and the battle began. China immediately took Germany as his main target, swinging his staff, the blonde German barely dodging. England joined him, a large serrated blade as his weapon of choice. France and Russia took Italy, France clashing a bayonet with Italy's knives, and Russia swinging his rifle at Italy's head. Italy ducked the gun, swiftly kicking out France's leg before he rolled through Russia's legs and grabbed the red scarf, pulling the taller man off balance. Italy smirked, clearly at the advantage, but suddenly, a foot hooked behind his own and knocked his feet from beneath him. A moment later, Italy felt someone pick him up by the back of his uniform, and he found himself staring into the bloodthirsty red eyes of the Russian.

"Never," Russia hissed through bared teeth, "touch my scarf." And with that, he tossed Italy across the beach.

Germany stumbled back as China's bō knocked his chin up. It was hard to keep up with both adversaries at once. He could barely keep up with China alone He's already taken a major blow to his left knee, and he'd almost been stabbed twice. He didn't know how much more he could take. Well, hopefully, Italy was faring better, and Japan-

Click. The sound rang across the beach like a gunshot. Germany dared turn his head. On the side of the battle, Japan sat on the ground, clutching his ankle, his katana lying a meter away, and up above, America stood with a sleek pistol aimed directly at Japan's head.

"Drop everything or the sun sets on the Sunrise Kingdom." The American's wordplay was clever, but his tone was deadly serious. With great reluctance, the Axis dropped their weapons Germany didn't even get the chance to look Japan in the eyes before a sharp whack from the bō sent him into unconsciousness.

Germany opened his eyes blearily, the room around him coming into focus slowly but surely. He took a deep breath, pushing himself up into a sitting position. He was in a small grey room, the only light coming from two barred windows above. Across the room, Italy paced back and forth, the click of boots following his movements, and on the floor, Japan sat with his knees up to his chest, looking almost lost. Italy huffed, sitting down. "Great," he muttered. "Just great. Captured by the Allies."

"How long have I been out?" Germany asked.

Italy shrugged. "Beats me. They knocked me out too, but I've been up for about an hour."

Germany looked at Japan, noting the hollow look in his eyes, which disturbed him a bit. "What about Japan?" he asked. "Is he okay?" He hesitantly waved a hand in front of the island Nation's face.

Italy just scowled. "He's been like that since I woke up. Won't talk, won't move. Completely out of it, or, at least, I think he is."

Germany frowned, reaching out a hand to get the Asian man's attention. As soon as he touched Japan's shoulder, a shudder passed through the shorter man's body, making Germany pull his hand back.

"I failed," Japan whispered, sounding pained at just admitting something like that. "It's my fault."

Germany was shaken by how empty Japan's voice sounded. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a sound, the Asian man unfolded, rolling up the leg of his uniform, but when he watched his actions, it looked like he didn't even see what he was looking at. "I am unworthy. A failure to my people." His voice shook as he reached into his boot, suddenly withdrawing a hidden blade. "I am a disgrace to the Kamikaze..." With shaking hands he began lifting his shirt, holding the blade ready to stab himself in the stomach. Tears built in his eyes. "This is the only way I can atone."

But before he could commit suicide, the door suddenly burst open. Germany was immediately on guard, in case it was an Ally, but on the other side of the door stood a man with blonde hair, a white suit, and an Italian hair curl.

"Heard you could use some help."

2p China's wiki page said he's seen using butcher knives, swords, guns, poisons, and assassin weapons, but I saw a picture of 2p China with a bo staff, and I was like "that looks awesome".

I suck at action scenes. I'm even worse at fighting scenes, but I feel I did... eh... moderately okay with this one. And wow, Japan tried to commit suicide. Well, I suppose that makes sense. I've seen videos of Japanese POWs. In one I saw one man speaking to an American who was probably an interrogator but decided not to interview the Jap because he seemed too emotionally unstable. The interviewer asked if there was anything he could get the Japanese soldier to make him feel better... the soldier asked to be shot or for a knife to stab himself with. That's friggin' messed up!

Aaaaaand Romano's here. Yay.

If anyone wants to review, please make sure the content of your review is about THIS chapter, because I would like some opinions.