Bold = Hetalia countries

Germany had gotten a call, and to no surprise- it was Italy. Who, when the german picked up the phone- began screaming, clearly terrified, into the phone. Germany understood 'M. Austria's house, scary, flag alive', and so forth.

Tired, but still going to see what had gotten Italy so scared this time, Germany stood up from his chair, quickly put on his coat, took off the glasses he used sometimes, when reading or working, and walked out the door.

He walked to his car, barely glancing at a few soldiers who were clearly flirting with either each other or the girls dropping off some food supplies.

Once on the road, cutting through the countryside roads, Germany pushed the car to a hundred and twenty miles per hour. (See what I did there? No? meh.)

He heard the incessant whining, a classic sign of Italy's presence. He also could see Hungary holding up her usual weapon- a frying pan.

He couldnt see Austria, though.

He broke down the door. He reasonned that he'd fix it after.

"Gott verdammt, Italien-"

(google translate//german: god dammit, Italy)

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France was just about to eat his food, made by... eh, who can remember, eh? All he did remember was that the cook had a beautiful daughter, approximately... what, 35 years old, now?

And that he had slept with her during her 20's.

However, his lunch was interrupted by a lovely lady with a beautiful figure- and macarons- appearing, directly where a flag of his wonderful country hung, mid-air.

The lady yelped softly, and clung onto the fabric, as to not fall.

"Ohonhonhon! Des macarons? Such merveilleux gift!"

(cherie- french for dear. Des is 'the' but plural in french, and merveilleux is marvelous)

France was quite surprised when he saw her face.

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Russia saw a young boy- around 9 years old, maybe less, wandering through his hall, being careful as to touch nothing. He also saw his three friends- well, he called them friends, but... well, lets just say it wasnt very mutual, the title that the russian and the three other countries gave each other. Russia chose to follow them, silently.

Lithuania was anxiously looking around, speaking with the boy, trying to get the boy to leave. 

Let me tell you, the kid chose not to listen very much, and instead, he had a wonderful one-sided conversation with Lithuania, treating him as a friend.

Of course, the kid was cautious as to not say to much about himself. The three kept walking, till they reached a terrace that led to a small garden that was situated besides a forest.

"Hello." Russia said, poking out from the room. His voice sounded innocent enough, but the glare coming from his eyes...

Well, lets just say that everybody but the boy and Russia were terrified.

The kid looked up.

"Who are you?

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Russia ran forwards, having devised a plan. He grabbed Bering, punched the strongest one down, deemed the three others not to be a threat, and quickly checked Bering Strait all over, looking for any injuries.  He also kept a careful eye on the four strangers. He sent a look of 'I-can-kill-you-with-my-bare-hands-within-less-than-a-minute-if-i-want-to'.

Setting Bering Strait down, Russia finally spoke.

"Who are you, and why is... Doug with you." his accent practically gone, thanks to a bit of training and help from his boyfriend, America. He also invented a fake name for Bering, just in case. Bering shot an offended look at his father after being called Doug.

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Russia stood up. A faucet pipe appeared from the depths of his coat. Russia smiled like a happy child on his birthday. The smile on his face may look nice enough, but it was quit clear that he had murderous intentions.

"Magic metal pipe of pain!..." he exclaimed cheerily, as the man, a hat hiding his face, thus hiding one way to identify the newcomer, protectively held the boy in his arms.

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Italy was frightened. Fascist Italy was on the verge of having an anxiety attack, unable to warn his son of the on-coming attack of a frying pan. Sure, the fascist was capable of saying the words of warning- they were just not audible.

Italy saw the shadow of a person approaching him from behind though. Standing up quickly, he spun around, grabbing whatever he could- a lamp- and smashed it against the figure, luckily missing by just a centimeter the face of the woman, only hitting her shoulder.

"Fanculo!" Italy exclaimed as a frying pan hit his side.

(Google translate//italian: fuck)

The moment Italy got hit, Fascist Italy began feeling the brute force of the anxiety attack, rapidly breathing.

The bursting down of the front door to reveal what Third Reich would call the 'perfect aryan specimen' didnt help much either.

The screaming was also terrible.

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"Doitsu!" Italy exclaimed, running in a zig-zag manner, to avoid everybody, and crashed into Germany's chest, hugging him tightly.

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America crashed right onto a car. Which, with the song that was playing- considering that America felt like he had just been falling, only to land in this place, crashing onto a car- would've been funny... if he hadnt been in such pain.

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"America, you wanker! Get a real map before driving to somewhere outside of America! You bloody git! Dont turn the radio up just to ignore me!"

Pretty soon,  the song 'free falling' drowned out the sound of an angry englishman, who was currently shouting. The blonde American grinned as the furious man finally shut up.

However, the sound of skidding tires after a man fell from out of no where?

Yeah. That was covered by the song noise. Which was actually quite fortunate, cause the sound of the tires would've absolutely destroyed their ears.

"Dude! Are you ok?" America shouted at the person he just crashed into.

Grabbing a spare hamburger, America got out the car, and walked over to the male he hit.

"Dude.... Your face is freaking awesome, man!" America cried out in some sort of awe, as England stood there, staring at the two Americans. One with the flag painted on his face, and the other one being Alfred. 

The other America groaned in response, rolling off the hood of the car, his sunglasses cracking and breaking. A bit of blood was spit into his hand as he coughed.

"I need tea." muttered the poor brit.

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Japan had been sitting with Greece on a fallen column from an old monument that Greece had invited the japanese man to see.

The atmosphere was, in a way, beautiful. There were a few kittens, and many older cats that were gathered around the two. Japan had a small smile, a small gray cat curled up in his lap, purring.

When Belarus and Canada showed up, the atmosphere didnt change much, other than a few cats checking them out.

Belarus was sweating profusely, and yet still found a way to look adorable and like a kawai potato. Meanwhile, Canada, who had already adjusted to the heat waves he experienced in the Summer, only was slightly uncomfortable. He was also carrying his fiance, Belarus, on his back.

Japan looked up, and carefully stood up to greet the newcomers. He clasped his hands together and bowed a bit. Greece, sitting slightly behind the standing asian, took his chance to look at Japan's ass as the greek laid down, rapidly falling asleep with cats curling up against him, and batting at small tufts of his hair.

Canada immediately began saying sorry.

"Oh- oh, uh, sorry for disturbing you, really am sorry... But could you perhaps tell us where we are? Me and my fiance were visiting a parthenon with a friend of ours, but she dissapeared, and I can't really find my way- Um.. Sorry again for disturbing you, oh! I forgot to introduce myself, didnt I? Right, I'm Canada, and this is Belarus- Uhm... Sorry again, you didnt ask for our names, silly me. Right- Uh... sorry for blabbing on like that, it's my nature, I'm sorry if I'm saying sorry to much, I can,t help it, sorry! oh! uh... where are we? eh...."

Japan was.. well, Japan was slightly impressed at the number of times that the newcomer said sorry.

"Herro. You are in Greece. I am sorry, but I must ask you this. What did you say your name was?"

"eh? Sorry, I must've spoken too quickly. I'm Canada, this is Belarus. Why? If you dont mind me asking, sorry if it bothers you."

Japan shook his head. .

"It does not bother me. I-"

Greece woke up from the talking.

"Japan, the cat's are wanting to sleep..." he said slowly.

"Call a meeting..." the greek mumbled, standing up to stand besides Japan, taking a good look at Canada and Belarus.

Belarus, beginning to feel the effects of being exposed to the sun for much too long, giggled at the two cats that had stayed on Greece's head when he stood up.

"Sharr we go find Germany-san and Itary-san? Germany-san might know what to do." Japan said, his expression staying somewhat neutral. Greece nodded, and the two walked off, signaling to Canada and Belarus to follow.

Canada was still confused as to how these two knew Germany and Italy. Also, Japan was a girl, not a boy, last time he checked.

And that was one of most peaceful first interactions between the Hetalia countries and the countryhuman countries.

The others were more chaotic.