Frozen X Hetalia!

Part 7

  Germany lays on the couch, clutching his arms to his chest for warmth. He could feel the ice flowing through his veins, freezing him slowly. It wouldn't be long.
"Germany!" a familiar voice comes from outside. The window creaks open, and Japan climbs in.
"J-Japan?" Germany stammers. "Wh-what are you d-doing here?"
"I took one look at America and decided you were going to need some extra help," he smiles a little. "Why did you let Italy leave?"
"I... I thought he d-didn't n-need me anymore..."
"Yes, but... he was the one who helped you, and dealt with you, and was there for you. Perhaps... he can help you again."
"Japan, are you saying...?"
"Yes, Italy might be the one who can melt you."
...
The storm rages around him, but Italy keeps on across the frozen-solid lake. Just on the other side, Japan had helps Germany out of the room and they're making their way back to the woods to find him.
Suddenly, the ice begins cracking. Romano saw this and stopped, flinging Italy off his back.
"Oh screw this ****! I'm out!"
Italy lands on the other side of the split. "Good thinking, Romano, thanks!" He continues running. Finally, a figure comes into view.
"Germany!" Italy calls out.
"Italy!" he shouts back.
But, unfortunately, this doesn't become a cliché run-towards-each-other-and-embrace-desperately scene. You can thank Prussia and America for ruining that one.
"Prussia, get back here! C'mon, dude, be cool!"
"No! You're gonna kill me!"
"You hurt Germany, your own brother!"
Prussia stops in his tracks and turns to look at America, glaring. "If you had never tried to take him away, none of this would have happened!"
Germany hears them shouting at each other in the distance. "Oh for the love of wrust..." He turns around and begins running towards them.
"If you had been a better brother to him in the first place, it wouldn't be freezing cold AND nobody would be dying!"
"Look, pork chop, I thought we went over this," Prussia poked him in the chest.
America had a horrified look on his face, but it quickly turned to anger. "Really, we're going there... albino?"
"Albino!? I'm a platinum blonde!"
"And I bet your five meters is actually five centimeters. OH! Someone apply cold water to that burn!"
"Fatso."
America's glare iced over. They had both crossed each other's lines.
Just as America was about to swing at Prussia, Germany stepped between them. There was a blast that knocked them apart, and sent a wave of fire across the lake.
Everything stopped as Prussia and America stared at him.
"West... did you just...?"
"I have fire power this entire time?" Germany looked at his hands. "Well then..."
He stretches out his arms, and the snow stopped falling. The ice really began cracking and falling apart, melting back into water. Snow evaporated from the land, and the air became warm and summery once again.
They found themselves standing on a boat that had apparently been right below them and was still able to float.
"My little brother found his awesomeness!" Prussia exclaims happily, throwing his arms around Germany.
"I can't believe I had it the entire time..."
"This means we can work together now, in harmony!"
"Ya... I guess we can!"
...
The story was coming to a happily ever after.
America was being forced onto a boat to go home. They decided not to punish him for being an idiot.
Austria was suffering the same fate as America, except complaining the entire time. "This trip sucked. Nobody got executed and I lost my chance to get a kingdom to a bunch of idiots. Also it's been almost a whole week since I've had my piano and—"
"Austria," Hungary sighs. "If you don't shut up, I will hit you."
Japan didn't melt, thankfully, and continued to enjoy his life peacefully in the kingdom.
"Germany!" Italy calls as he rode into the village with a sled full of pasta. "Can you believe I found it!? There's so much pasta in the pasta mine! It's beautiful!"
Germany's eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open. "It's... it's real..."
Prussia nudges him, whispering, "I got Gilbird to hide pasta in the mountains for him."
Germany nods. "That's wonderful, Italy!"
"No it's ******* not! You wouldn't think pasta would be so heavy but it is! And you know how many times this ******** tipped the **** sled over on the way here!? I'm going to break my ****** neck soon thanks to you potato ********!"
Romano seems happy, too.
"Hey, Germany, catch me!" Italy jumps off the sled into Germany's arms. Germany looked shocked at first, and Italy began to regret it, but then he smiled—and even laughed! (And yes, the author is shipping GerIta here.)
At the end of the day, everyone went ice-skating in the courtyard. And everything was awesome forever.
The End