Two halves of chaos (hetalia-Countryhuman-crossover)

Chapter 4- Italians and anxiety attacks

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.