Two halves of chaos (hetalia-Countryhuman-crossover)

Chapter 8

Three days. That was the sufficient  amount of time for every single countryhuman who had a phone or portable laptop with them to gather at the other Russia's house. It was also enough time for Russia to heal a bit, and finally wake up and be able to talk normally- he couldn't yet stand, but talking clearly was already a huge improvement- and all of that thanks to a few bandages (they used up half the bandages in that household) that stopped the flow of blood on the Russian's back. He still got headaches and dizzy after a few hours, however.

Those closest- Italy, Fascist Italy, Canada, Belarus, and a large group of humans claiming to b countries- arrived on the first day. Fascist Italy was in a daze, but other than his usual nervousness and a small dizzyness, he was fine. However, the Fascist was under constant watch of Italy, and when the Italian was unable to surveil the Fascist Italian, Ukraine would take over for the 'babysiting'. Oh, and yes, Bering Strait was also babysitted by either Ukraine or America.

France- and an extremely perverted man holding a rose- arrived towards midnight on the first day. 

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"Everybody sit down! We vill all introduce ourselves in an orderly fashion, going from left to right! And zhen we can 'chit chat'!"

The buff blonde who just spoke gestured towards a large table, formed by three smaller tables, and surrounded with stools and chairs. Soon, everybody was seated, and everybody was in silence. Well, that is, until America jumped up;

"I'm the hero, so I'll start! Hey dudes, I'm America, and I'm the hero to every problem!"

"Including your existence, you egotistical hamburger eating machine?" Ukraine muttered under her breath as America took a big bite out of a cheeseburger. However, a few people heard, and they were quite amused by her comment.

"Hey! Anyhow, I think that we should say our human names, and you guys can keep the country names! I'm Alfred F. for  freedom Jones!"

Then, it moved on to England, who was seated besides America.

"You prick. I'm England, but-"

"Don't eat his food, you might die, for he cooks horribly."  

"You wanker! I don't cook that badly! I'm Arthur." The englishman shouted back at the american, slapping the hamburger eating machine on the head.

"Ve... I'm-a Italy! Or Italy Veneziano, so you dont get-a confused with me and my fratello! But call me Feliciano~! I am the-a Northern part of Italy! This is-a mio fratello, Romano, the Southern part of Italy! Ve~" Said the happy-go-lucky Italian, gesturing towards an empty chair, most likely not realizing the chair was empty.

"Itary-san, that chair beside you is empty..."

Italy processed this for a few seconds, before he sat back down, clearly ashamed. Though he shook his shame off rather quickly.

"Japan, it's your turn!" Italy exclaimed, pointing towards a japanese man, who was quite uncomfortable wiith the attention of the many stares. He had also been the one to point out that Italy had been speaking to an empty chair.

"Ah. Thank you, Itary. I am Japan. Or, Kiku." and with that, he politely- and smoothly- sat back down, for he had stood up, and done a formal greeting that was a custom in his country. There was a long silence, everybody waiting for the next man to speak. Japan sighed- quietly, in a manner that he hoped would not appear as rude- and using his hand, Japan nudged the sleeper. As that seemed to be insufficient to wake him up, Japan shook him. Finally, after three or five minutes, he woke up. 

"Ah... I'm Greece... Heracles..." and with that, the greek fell back asleep. Japan sighed, yet again, and switched his attention from Greece to the next speaker. Who happenned to be Austria.

"I am Austria, Roderich."

A motherly looking woman- Italy and Fascist Italy both flinched at the frying pan she was holding- 'tsk'ed the rude sounding voice of Austria. She then stood up with a smile.

"Hallo, I am Hungary, but do call me Elizabeta! It is nice to meet you all!" A sudden laugh came from a certain albino. Hungary began to raise her frying pan, or as she would call it, her skillet. Instantly, Austria was holding her back, holding her arm, which saved about ten seconds, but that was enough time for Germany to rush over and shut his brother up.

But during the time, before she was calmed down, the flag-head countries simply gazed at the interaction.

"Please, M. Austria, let me go!"

"Nein. Sit down."

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And so, the introductions continued;

"I am ze awesome Prussia! Mein ozer awesome name is Gilbert! Say hello to the awesome but not as awesome as me Gilbird! And this is the awesome, but not as awesome as me Birdie!" (he got a few stares when he pointed at an empty seat.)

"H-Hi, I'm Canada, but please, call me M-Mathew. Pleased t-to meet you, eh?" (Many of the group got scared at the invisible talking man)

"Und I am Germany, mein human name being Ludwig."

And now, the flag heads were to introduce themselves.

"Heya! As y'all can see, me and m'freinds have flags as heads- with eyes, and mouths. So y'all can prob'ly guess what countries we represent. Anyhow, I'm America! And this one here, who's constantly telling me to stop being a couch potato, and is now a couch potato- kinda funny and ironic, no?- is Russia!"

"Hi, I'm Canada, nice to meet all of you."

"I am a potato-!" "No, you're Belarus, the fiance of Canada." (Ukraine had cut her off and said that. Belarus was also quite sad when she said that)

"Italy." (he then turned to point towards Fascist Italy) "Fascist Italy."

"I am Germany as well." (That comment was aimed towards the other Germany)

"We are Rosiya's siblings. I am Ukraine, and this is Kazahkstan. It is advised that you do run away if ever he gets nervous." 

Kazahkstan bore a sheepish smile at that comment. After all, last time he had gotten nervous, he was cooking, and he utterly destroyed Uzbekistan's house. It was rebuilt, and Uzbekistan stated numerous times that he had forgiven the Kazahk, but Kazahkstan still felt guilty and now avoided cooking at other peoples homes without any supervision or permission to cook. And Ukraine never forgot that incident. In fact, she was quite determined to never forget that incident.

"Oh! And I'm New Zealand! Nice to meet all of you's!" He said, taking another swig from his- his what, third or second beer, now?

"Where's the three nervous as hell Estonia-Lithuania-Latvia-but-not-Estonia-Lithuania-and-Latvia?" He continued. America responded.

"Dunno, dude."

"They're cleaning the house, or something of the sort." Said England.

"Ah."

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Oh, I'm forgetting to mention something, arent I?

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Russia was... not happy, to say the least. First, some strangers break into his backyard- next, he gets knocked out. Then, he gets forced to be passive, and not be able to attack anybody else. In his own home.

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A/N: SORRY!!!!! I truly am sorry for this very late update! I had to rewrite the whole thing because I messed up a few personalities, and I didnt see a few spelling mistakes I had made. Also, After that, I forgot to publish this part for two days.... I truly am very sorry!!

But on a side note, please forgive me...