Me: Hi guys! I'm back! Ugh. Hate me if you want, the only thing I have to blame for me not updating is laziness, writer's block, and school. Yup. The normal.

Italy Veneziano: Ciao~! Is it time for Pasta yet?

Me: No, Veneziano. Not yet. I have to do the Disclaimer first.

Italy Veneziano: Ve~. Ok.

Diclaimer: I do not own Hetalia Axis Powers.

"Ah! Mr. Germany! Italy!" I called as I approached them, but every time I got closer, they keep going away. "Wait! Don't leave me!" I ran faster, but to no avail. They soon disappeared as the world around me turned black, leaving me alone. Then a figure with long brown hair in a ponytail appeared in front of me. "China…" I breathed out. The figure, China, smiled as he, too, disappeared into the darkness. "Why? Why does everyone leave me?" I whispered to no one in particular.

"Because you're afraid. Afraid they will leave you after everything is over. Afraid that they will no longer see you as an ally!" a dark voice said.

I gasped in surprise. "W-Who's there?" I asked. I really wanted to leave this empty void of darkness. Escape the voice in my head.

"You were only needed for aid in battle. You were never. One of them." The voice said menacingly. I stopped running, tears filling my eyes with realization. 'It's true. I was never a friend of them in the first place.'

Japan's POV

I woke up in my bed, tears streaming down the side of my face. 'It was just a dream' I thought as I got out of bed. The words of the voice from my dreams echoed in my head as I got dressed. '…I am just a soldier. Not a friend. When this is all over, I will leave them, and they will leave me.' I stated in my head as a remembered all those times I have been taken in, and thrown out. "Well, time to greet my 'friends'," I said to myself as I made my way to the kitchen in to make some riceballs. After I ate, and carefully made sure everything was safe and secured, I left for Germany's house.

Italy's POV

I was on my way to Germany's house when I saw Japan walking down the sidewalk across from me. I smiled and waved as I called, "Good Morning, Japan!" He turned to look at me, and waved. When the pedestrian light turned green, I ran towards him as fast as I could to hug him. But when I was about to embrace him, I saw something in his eyes. "Hello, Japan." I greeted him again.

"Hello, Italy," he said in his flat tone as usual.

"Aww~…Japan, be a little more happy! I know! Since we're both going to Germany's place, how about we go together! It would be better if we go together! It'll be less lonely!" I exclaimed. His eyes widened for just a moment until he quietly responded, "Ok. If that is what you want, Italy."

'Ve~. Something's not right with Japan today. He seems sad. I wonder what happened,' I thought as we started weaving our way through the crowd. 'Maybe I can ask Germany!' I exclaimed happily as I hummed a small tune. Little did I know that I was in for the biggest secret of my life.

Germany's POV

They arrived earlier than expected as I began the usual drill of running four miles around the field. As the two ran, I observed each person's progress. I noticed that Italy was…the same as usual and Japan…Japan…he was giving less effort than usual. I didn't notice it at first, but now that I think about it, he never really showed much affection towards us ever since we first became allies. I knew that Japan was a proud country and was just following the code of Bushido, so I never really thought anything of it, but now that I DO think about it, I found that today's Japan was even more closed off than usual. His eyes had a blank look- I mean a blanker than usual look- and his movements lacked effort. After training today, I decided to confront Japan about it.

"Hello, Japan. Can I speak to you for a second?" I asked carefully.

"Hello, Mr. Germany. What may I help you with?" He answered back, his voice unusually plain as he did so.

"What's wrong? Your performance is unusually low today during training and you looked a bit spaced out. Are you ok? Is anything wrong?" I asked. Japan just looked at me with his dead eyes. We stared at each other, our eyes locked in place, for 20 seconds, which felt like five minutes to me, until Japan finally spoke.

"I don't know what you are talking about. Even if I did, would you still care to listen?" he replied bitterly. I was shocked into silence when Italy walked in, a frilly pink apron on.

"Hey, Japan, Germany, Guess what! I made pasta! Now let's all eat together, ok?" he stated, oblivious to the awkward tension that was in the air between me and Japan.

"…Ok…" Japan said, his head turned towards the grinning Italian, who was now humming and making his way towards us. He grabbed our hands and pulled us towards the dining room. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's eat!"

Third-Person POV