A/N: yes, im trying to name chapters... and failing miserably.

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Fascist Italy, surprisingly, was the one to stop the on-coming fight. Even though he was currently having an anxiety attack.

In fact, it seemed that the other Italy would be the one to stop the fight, after he had chucked a wooden spoon and a box of pasta, with all his might, towards whoever was in the closest proximity. Or whoever just happenned to be in the way of the flying objects. But no, an anxiety attack somehow saved the day by stopping the fight from going to its full force.

The objects hit, an italian, close to sobbing in the chest of a very confused German, and hit a very fancy looking man, who was holding a few piano sheets.

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To say that Germany was confused- or shocked- would be an understatement.

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Austria chose the precise moment where Germany was strangling a man with an italian flag imprinted on his face- either face paint, as America's silly idea of a 'joke', or a drunk- to enter the room, holding his piano sheets that he had forgotten he was holding.

When he got hit by a box of pasta, the sheets fluttered to the ground.

But his attention was soon diverted to a second man with a flag face, who was clenching his chest, and who's breathing was raspy.

Austria could hear one word be croaked out by this man who was having respitory difficulties;

"I..taly..."

And instantly, Austria put a halt to the fight by placing a hand on the german's shoulder, reminding him that this household was Austria's, and not Germany's, and that he would not tolerate a death at this time.

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"W-wate- cough - water!" the younger intruder stammered. Only now realizing the second stranger, the older one, was choking- anxiety attack- Hunagry suddenly blushed out of the shame of not noticing this earlier.

She rushed off, quickly grabbing water. Once back in the living room, the window curtains now closed, Germany standing respectfully, in a corner, with Italy- oh, those two were just so cute!- and Austria having gathered all the papers. The papers now sat in a neat table on the shelf of a bookcase situated besides the entrance leading to the kitchen. The youngest of the two strangers had rolled the eldest stranger onto his back, and had somehow gotten him into a sitting position.

The younger one took the water, had the older one slowly drink, and at the same time, he searched in a bag- where did that come from?

As he searched through the bag, ignoring the silent room, the man spoke;

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"I-I am Ital-ly, this-s is Fascist Italy, m-my fath-er. Mi scusi per il disturbo-"

(google translate//italian: excuse me for the bother)

Now that he had slightly more control over the situation at hand, the stranger- Hungary refused to believe that he was Italy, because Italy was currently asking Germany for a hug, nor that the other one was 'Fascist Italy'- who seemed to be less nervous.

Soon enough, the fake Italy found headphones and let out a small barely audible yelp of delight.

He placed the object on the 'Fascist Italy' and connected the headphones to his phone, and Hungary guessed that the fake Italy began playing music through the headphones. Now that the fake fascist Italy seemed to be calmer, fake Italy stood up, and walked over to where the objects he had thrown had dropped.

Once done picking up after himself, he walked over to Hungary, and offered his hand for a hand shake, letting out an awkward and nervous chuckle.

"Siamo partiti con il piede sbagliato, vero? Buongiorno."

(google translate//italian: we sure got off on the wrong foot, didnt we? Good morning.)

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Germany was trying to control Italy, who was acting far too joyful about the current situation.

However, once hearing that the stranger's name was supposedly Italy- taking it way too seriously- the Italian began to cry, and burrowed his head into Germany's chest, as if the little italian could somehow hide there.

"It-Italien..."

Germany looked around, his gaze meeting a group of people who were mainly focused on the fake italians that had appeared just a few minutes ago. Picking Italy up, Germany walked into a small hallway, where there was nobody.

"Italy, nobody could replace jou, dont vorry. Ve can make pasta for lunch if jou stop crying, ja?" Germany did his best to comfort the crying man in front of him, unsure and mainly uncomfortable, mostly because Germany had no idea on how to stop his lovely friend from crying.

"Ve..." Upon hearing the word 'pasta', Italy seemed to brighten up a bit. Germany wiped the tears off of the Italian's face uncertainly, and Italy moved to hug the German, who awkwardly complied, and hugged back.

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Austria saw that the fake Italy was not lying, yet there couldnt be a third Italy- there was already the North and Southern parts of Italy, one being Romano, and the other one being Feliciano.

Maybe...

No.

Austria shook that small nagging idea, putting it away for future reflexion. For now, it would be best to wait until both of the strangers were in better health and could both try to explain who they were.

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Hungary heard the door be pushed to the side, already open since it had been broken, and saw two people enter the house. Prussia, and... well, Hungary could've sworn that there was a young man standing besides the Prussian, but he was now gone.

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Canada sighed. When at first glance, he saw that Hungary had seen him, but now she couldn't anymore...

Prussia  patted Canada on the back sadly, as if saying sorry.

"If nobody noticed the not as awesome as me, but still awesome birdie, zen it is because zhey aren't awesome enough to see jou." Prussia whispered to him.

Canada smiled at that. It most certainly was a positive way to look at things, no? Eh.

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Italy looked at the two new people who had just entered the room.

Wait, never mind, only one.

Anywho, less than a minute later, Italy heard a knock from the general direction of the door. There, he saw a... huh. A cat covered man, and a black haired asian. Behind them was- Oh! finally, some familiar faces!

"Belarus! Canada! sono contento di vederti entrambi!"

(google translate//italian: am i glad to see you both!)

Sure, Italy wasnt the best of friends, and he didnt know them all too well, but a familiar face was welcome at the moment. Well, maybe not ALL familiar faces, seeing as Italy DID have a few enemies, but... oh well, y'all get the point.

The first person- red eyes, white hair, muscular- oh, an albino. That's a shorter desription;

Well, the albino jolted, and began smiling, looking in the general direction of thin air. 

Crazy, huh?

Canada grinned, also glad to see a familiar face. But lets be honest here, Canada is happy almost all the time when he's not injured. Also, it was less hot inside than outside.

Canada suddenly stopped, and re-adjusted Belarus on his back.

"Oh... um, sorry for running in without your permission- I didnt mean to, it's just that I saw Italy, and he might have something to help Bela- I'm really sorry, I didnt mean it! Oh- um, sorry for accidentally bumping into you, I am very sorry about that."

Who was he talking to?

The albino let out a whoop.

"Birdie! Zhe awesome, but not as awesome as you or me, but still awesome can see zhe not as awesome as me, but still awesome you!"

And with that, the Albino hugged thin air. Dear lord, the confusion in the air was now so present that you could almost physically feel it.

"Eh, let me down, please Gil? Sorry-"

OH GOD, WHO WAS SPEAKING?

And now, with an atmosphere of intense confusion, a strange woman with a cooking utensil as a weapon and a pianist in the doorway leading to another room, a hallucinating Canada who was carrying Belarus, who had a few signs of early heatstroke, a crazy albino with a huge ego and an imaginary friend in the middle of the  room, an asian with a cat covered man at the door entrance- Italy officially fainted, otherthinking everything.