Frozen X Hetalia!

Part 5

  After walking for a few hours, the trio finds themselves in a rather gorgeous place where ice crystals hang from the vines of trees. With the morning light on it, it looks like a forest of diamonds.
"Hey, when we find your brother, we should come back here and have a sparkle party!" Italy exclaims happily. Germany gives no reaction. Romano is running about the trees, trying to shake his antlers out of them. "Romano likes this place!" Italy smiles.
"I ******* hate it here! **** I'm tangled again! This is my nightmare!"
Suddenly, they stop in their tracks when they see something strange sitting under a tree. It appeared to be a snowman. And... it was looking right back at them!
"Can I help you?" he asks, realizing there were people there.
"SNOWMONSTER!" Italy screams and begins running... around... in circles. He really wasn't going anywhere. Germany simply ignores him and continues to approach the snowman.
"Oh uh, I'm sorry. We didn't expect to see a talking snowman here." Germany explains. "I'm Germany. That's... Italy, and this is his ass."
"I'm a reindeer, potato *******!"
"I am Japan." He answers them with a bow. "I am pleased to meet you."
"Japan?" Germany whispers as a memory comes back to him. "That's what we used to call our snowman..."
"Yes, I am the same one. Prussia made me on his way up the mountain."
"So, you know where he is?"
"Precisely," Japan answers. "If you would like, I could show you the way."
"That would be wonderful, thank you. Italy!" Germany reaches out and grabs him by the collar as he runs by them. "I would like you to meet Japan. He's going to help us find Prussia."
"Oh wow!" Italy gasps in excitement. "A real live snowman! You're so cute!" He runs up to Japan and throws his arms around him.
"Wha—what are you doing!" Japan shoves Italy off. "You're invading my personal space!"
"I'm sorry," Italy pouts. "I was just giving you a warm hug..."
"I don't like warm hugs!" He sighs. "I... apologize. I really don't have much experience with people. If I could ask you a favor... for leading you to your brother, I'd like for you to show me where you live—the rest of the people there. It's been a dream of mine to see civilization."
"It would be my pleasure," Germany nods.
"But Germany, people aren't nice and—" Germany clamps a hand over Italy's mouth before he can finish.
"Don't you dare!"
...
"Okay," America is calling out to the townspeople. "Just take what you need. We have enough supplies for everyone... I think..."
Even with his leadership skills, the place had gone into an uproar of panic. Two citizens were fighting over firewood.
"Wood was invented in South Korea, da-ze!" one said.
"No it wasn't, you crazy bloke, nature made it!" a man with a Band-Aid on his nose said.
Meanwhile, the current leader was having his own problems.
"You know, there's a thousand ways you can do this better—" Austria began.
"Well, no one's dead yet, so I think my ways fine," America replies. "I'm the hero, and I can run this crap! Though, I admit it's much harder than taking care of a hamster..."
Suddenly, a spooked horse dashes through the middle of the crowd. America lunges towards and grabs hold of the reins to stop it, recognizing it as Germany's.
"Something has happened to Prince Germany!" he exclaims. "I—I have to go look for him!"
"You can't go alone! Look what happened last time!" Austria shouts. "There's a psychotic king on the loose, and not to mention the rumors of a murderous shop owner in the woods!"
"Right..." he looks down, wondering what he should do. "I suppose I could use a sidekick, then."
"I offer you my personal guard," Austria tells him. "Hungary is the best fighter. She can bring both of them back, no problem!"
"Sweet!" He throws his arms around Hungary, who stands there with wide eyes trying to figure out if she was okay with it or not. "We're hero buddies now!"
"Hungary," Austria pulls her aside. "Do whatever necessary to bring him back, and by that I mean anything." Hungary nods, stroking her frying pan. America, who couldn't sense the mood, grabs her hand and cheerfully pulls her along to their mission.
...
At long last, the four come to the mountain summit.
"Wow that place looks really scary and high Ima just hang here with Romano," Italy smiles.
"You'd rather wait here where wolves and snow monsters might get you?" Germany asks.
"Well now that you mentioned that..." Italy rubs the back of his head. "Maybe it won't be so bad..."
"I would rather get torn limb to limb by a ******* wolf than deal with more of his ****!"
"I have to admit I'm a bit nervous," Germany says. "I realize how much of a jerk I've been now, blaming him for all this time. I hope he doesn't mean to keep me away..."
"Well," Japan input. "He did build a staircase to his ice castle, so it's not like he didn't want anyone to come in."
"ICE CASTLE!?" They gasp in unison.
"Wow..." Germany stares at it an awe. "I... I knew he was powerful, but..."
"A magical ice castle!" Italy grins. "I wonder if he has pasta!" He darts up the stairs and almost had his hand around the door handle when Germany grabbed him.
"Maybe it's better if you stay out with Japan for now. I need to speak to him in private."
"Bye, then, Germany!" Italy waves. "Be sure to ask if he has pasta!"
"Ya, sure..." he softly closes the door behind him. As soon as he did, he hears a voice.
"West?"
"Bruder!" Germany whirls around. Prussia was descending a grand ice staircase. In contrast to his usual dark clothing, he's wearing white and blue. It matches his hair and makes his red eyes pop strikingly. "You look... awesome..."
"I know, right!?" He grins, stopping beside of him. "And look at this place! I did it in one song!"
"Ja, um," he looks down, blushing. "I... wanted to apologize for the other night. I now realize how good of a brother you really are, and that I was wrong. I mean, I was drunk, but it was still wrong. Please, come back to Hetalia."
"West..." Prussia smiles, pulling his brother into a hug. "I forgive you completely. But..." He turns away and goes to the staircase. "I'm not going back."
"What!?" Germany runs towards him. "Why not!?"
Prussia continues marching up the stairs. "I want to be myself, and I know I'll never be able to do that if I go back. You may have forgiven me and be willing to accept me, but they never will." The brothers were now in the upstairs room, nearing the balcony.
"Okay, we'll get to that later, but there's a reason I need you to come back other than I miss you."
"Huh...?" Prussia turns around.
"You froze the entire kingdom!"
"Oh mein..." Prussia facepalms.
"You seriously couldn't see that from your 500 meter balcony!?"
"No, all I could see was snow—oh."
It's Germany's turn to facepalm. "You can be so ignorant sometimes!"
"Crap," Prussia kept muttering to himself. "CRAP!" He punches a wall of the ice castle. One of the icicles on the chandelier come loose and fall, headed straight for Germany's head.
"WEST, LOOK OUT!" Prussia sends an ice-blast his way in an attempt to deflect it. He succeeds, in a way. The thing hit Germany instead of the deadly ice spike, and knocked him out of the way.
"Oh... crap..." he mutters, looking at his hand. "I gotta learn to have better aim."
...
Italy rushes into the room to Germany along with Japan. "Germany! Germany! Are you okay!?"
"You guys should get out of here," Prussia tells them.
"What!?" Germany shouts. "We come all the way up this mountain and now you just tell us to leave!? We're not going anywhere!"
"I'm sorry, West, but you give me no other choice. GILBIRD!" Prussia crosses his arms, smirking. Suddenly, a huge wad of snow rose from behind the window, taking the shape of gigantic bird. It picks the three of them up in its talons and flies away.
"You stupid ball of ice!" Germany begins shouting. "Put us down right now or I'll throw you in an oven!"
The bird drops them from a 20 foot height, but they land somewhat safely. Unfortunately, Germany's insult had angered it and it soared right back towards them.
"Run!" Germany shouts. Italy darts off as fast as he could, but Japan stays. He picks up a small stick and begins shaking it at the bird.
"Leave my friend alone!"
"Dumkof, a stick isn't going to fend off a snow bird!" Germany shouts as he scoops the snowman up and runs after Italy. Except, they're running out of land to run on. There's a hug cliff ahead. "We're going to have to jump!"
"What!?" Italy cries. "Are you sure we just can't, you know, make friends with it?" He looks back at the enclosing monster with outstretched icicle-talons. "Never mind, I like your idea, Germany!"
"Then JUMP!" He grabs Italy with his free arm and hurls them both off the cliff. The bird flaps above them, but doesn't attempt to soar downwards.
"VODKAAAA!" Germany shouts as they fall. When they land in the powdery snow, Italy is immediately greeted by a certain reindeer nuzzling his arm.
"Romano!" Italy sits up and hugs onto his neck. "You found us! Good boy!"
"**** he's still alive."
"Hey Germany," he turns to him. "Why did you say 'vodka' while we were falling?"
"I... I don't know..." Germany rubs his head. "I just felt that we should make that reference for some reason..."
"Reference?" Italy tilts his head in confusion.
"Um, I think we should focus on something more important at the moment," Japan input. "Germany's hair is turning white."
"Woah!" Italy gasps. "I thought only Americans aged that badly!"
"Wh-what!?" Germany stammers, pulling a strand into his face. "Mein Gott this is not good..."
"I know what we can do!" Italy chimes. "You can go see my family! They're really good at scary magic stuff!"
"How do you know they can help me?" Germany asks skeptically.
"Because I've seen it before."
...
"So," Italy begins as they near his 'neighborhood.' "Just to let you know, I'm adopted so I don't look like any of them, and my brother can be a perv sometimes..."
"Uh... alright then... where are they?"
"Oh, they're all right here!" Italy gestures to a group of rocks around him.
Germany and Japan watch with wide eyes as Italy goes around and greets his 'family.'
"Well, he did think there was pasta in the mountains..." Japan told him. "Perhaps we should just go to a hospital..."
Just as they were about to ditch the possibly insane Italian, the ground begins trembling beneath their feet. Rocks fall down from the terraces and gathered in the middle around them. They open up like pillbugs and reveal themselves to be living creatures.
"They're trolls!" Germany gasps.
"Petit Frere!" a handsome one with blonde hair greets Italy and hugs him.
"Hey, Romano's back too!" another exclaims and hugs the reindeer's neck.
"Oh **** it's you. **** off you perv."
"Germany, Japan, this is my family! This is France and Spain," Italy gestures towards a group in the background who were conversing amongst themselves. "And those are the Nordics."
"Uncle Denmark, can I borrow your axe!?" Sealand asks.
"Sure!"
"Don't give him the axe!" Finland cries.
"Relax, it's way too big for him to use! What's the worst he can do?"
"Now to get my revenge on that jerk England!" the child laughs manically.
"So maybe it was a bad idea..." Denmark pulled at is collar.
"Ther's a re'son we d'nt let ya bab'sit." Sweden mumbles.
"Yes, that's why they always come to me. Because I'm the best big brother ever," Norway input.
"I said it once, but that's all you get, okay? I'm not saying it on a daily basis!" Iceland shot back.
"Everyone just calm down and let's play a fun game of Monopoly, huh?" Denmark suggests.
"NOT AFTER LAST TIME!" they all shout in unison.
"Your family seems very nice," Japan says. "But I must ask—why is that rock moving?" he looks to one with a little blonde curl.
"Nobody's figured that out yet..." Italy tells him.
"I'm Canada!" the 'rock' replied in a quiet voice.
"Oh ya, I forgot!" Italy grins. "Everyone, this is Germany! And the snowman's Japan!"
"Wow, Italy," France chuckles. "I never thought you'd bring home such a handsome man!"
"Hm," Spain smirks. "I ship it."
"Ship... what?" Italy asks.
"You two!"
"WHAT!?" both exclaimed. Germany's face turns a bright red.
"I agree, they'd make a very cute couple!"
"No, no it isn't like that!" Italy stammers. "See, I was just helping him look for his brother—" Without warning, Germany fainted. "...and that's why we came here."
"Somebody get England!" France cries.
"Clam down, I'm right here." Another troll makes his way through the crowd to Germany's side. "What happened to him?"
"His brother accidently hit him with ice," Japan explains.
"I see. So, you're Holy Ro—never mind." He shakes his head.
"Huh?" Germany groans, opening his eyes.
"What can you do for him!?" Italy pleads.
"Oh, nothing," England stands. "He should have learned the first time. You're on your own now."
"But, if you wiped my memory, how could I—" It was too late. England walks off.
"Now what?" Germany asks, slowly sitting up.
"There might be another way!" Italy exclaims. Japan and Germany look to him. "Maybe, since your brother froze you with his awesomeness, another awesomeness can counter it!"
"Italy, that's a stupid idea."
"I don't know," Japan says. "Your brother has ice powers, we just met a group of talking rocks, and I'm a snowman. I wouldn't write anything off as impossible today."
"Well then," Germany sighs. "Who do you think would have the 'counter awesomeness,' Italy?"
"America! You said you really liked him, and you were gonna run away with him and everything, because you thought he was so awesome!"
"No, she's not shipping AmeGer here!" Germany's eyes widen.
Japan and Italy looked at each other, confused. "Who... not shipping... what?"
"You're talking like there's a fourth wall or something..."
"I... I'm sorry. I'm not myself..."
There's an awkward silence.
"So, let's go find America!"
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