Two halves of chaos (hetalia-Countryhuman-crossover)

Chapter 2

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.