Okay, warning you now, major feels here.
Every nation has a heart. Most hearts are capitals, or in some cases, just incredibly important cities. Like with the Italy brothers. They can't all be centred around Rome, so that went to the eldest. The next got a beautiful water city, the last the province he was named after itself. Everything was fine. Then came the problems...
"Seborga? You ate all-a the pasta again you-a jerk bastard" Romano storms out of the kitchen, red faced into the living room.
"What?" Seborga backs away and falls off the sofa. "It wasn't-a me. It was-a him." He points across the room at Veneziano, who stares at his little brother and laughs.
"Ve~Not this-a time" he freezes and turns to Romano. "It was-a you-a wasn't it fratello."
"You idiota fratello, why would-a it-a be me when I'm the one-a asking-a you?" Romano growls, turning and storming out again.
"Was it-a you?" Seborga glances at Veneziano, who nods happily.
"Ve~Oh course-a fratello."
Seborga glances at the clock. "Shouldn't you-a be going? You have-a a world meeting in a few minutes."
"Ve~Germany's going to-a be so angry at-a me" Veneziano yelps, leaping up and grabbing his jacket. "Romano, we-a need to go."
They were late. Normally they weren't, but this time was the exception.
"Italy, vhy are you late?" Germany snapped as they slipped into seats close to the door.
"Ve~It-a wasn't-a my fault doitsu" Veneziano starts.
"Don't you-a even try to-a put the blame-a on-a me" Romano jabs him and then lies his head on the desk.
Germany shakes his head and continues. "Okay so. Is zere anyzing zat anyone vould like to discuss now before ve get to business?"
"I think that Global Warming is a very serious topic that should be brought up at the beginning of every meeting" America shouts, standing up and clutching one fist to his chest. "If we don't do anything about it, then this whole world we live in could be destroyed. I propose that we..."
"America, no one cares about genetically engineered superheroes that will protect the Earth" England sighs, putting down his tea cup. "How many times do we have to tell you, you wanker?"
"Hey, that's not..." America starts. They're interrupted by a thump. Veneziano's chair is empty, Romano staring horrified at the ground just beneath it.
"Vat is it now Italy?" Germany strides over and then freezes. Veneziano is pale, shaking slightly and gasping as though there's not enough oxygen in the room.
"Germany" Japan appears at Germany's shoulder. "I sharr carr an amburance."
"Y... yes" Germany nods.
"Veneziano?" Romano kneels down next to him and gently slaps him. "Wake up-a goddamn it, what's-a wrong with-a you?"
"Roma" Spain crouches down next to Romano.
"Go away-a you jerk bastard" Romano buries his face in Spain's shirt and clutches at him.
Germany gently picks up the still shaking Veneziano and carries him outside. No one said anything. It never happened, something bad like that during a meeting.
"You should call Seborga" Spain says softly into Romano's hair. He nods and takes out his phone, running from the room.
After three rings, his little brother picks up.

BINABASA MO ANG
The Crap Hetalia Book
RandomOkay so, as you've probably already guessed from the title, this is going to be bad. Really, bad. I apologise now for my bad writing and anything else but... hey, why not have a Hetalia Book? Hetalia is life :D