Welcome to my latest story! I've been working on this one randomly throughout the summer as a challenge I gave myself: Write a story in the perspectives of 30 different Hetalia characters. It has been a lot fun, and I am not done quite yet, but I've got 18 chapters complete and the rest planned out, so I feel safe starting to upload it now.

Warnings: Major use of both human and country names; Injury to multiple lovable characters (physically, mentally and emotionally; rape included, character death likely), Cliffhangers, Swearing, Angst, Possible slightly out-of-character characters, Gray areas in villain's plot, Fast paced action.

Disclaimer:I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters. I'm not being paid by anyone to write. I only own the ideas, story, and diction. If I owned Hetalia, Spain would be giving private tango lessons to Romano... every night.

Chapter 1: Romano

"Get off Veneziano!" Romano yelled, trying to peel off his brother's arms which were securely wrapped around his chest.

"B-but Loviiiiinoooo, we never hang out anymore, and the World Conference meeting lasted so long today! We didn't even get a lunch break! You should come eat a big pasta dinner with us!"

"If 'us' involves the macho potato in any way, shape, or form, then there is no way in hell I'm going! Now release me at once!"

Feliciano pouted, but relinquished his loving -death- grip upon his southern brother.

By the time North Italy had given up on him and skipped off after his group, everyone else was long gone. Romano sighed deeply and gathered his notes together. Shoving them angrily into his bag (and crinkling all the papers in the process), he stomped out into the hallway.

A few doors past, a large hand reached out, snatched his elbow and yanked him into a room that was dark with dusk's approach. As his eyes adjusted, he heard the door being locked and bolted.

"Francis! If that is you Wine Bastard, I'm going to sick Antonio on your perverted ass!"

The dark figure turned towards him, and he caught two flashes of metal before he was pushed up and trapped tightly against the wall with a knife at his throat. He was so strong; Romano struggled harshly, but to no avail. The smell of him nearly made Lovino vomit: cigars, alcohol, and something very questionable. This was definitely not Francis.

"What the fuck do you want, Bastard?"

"I know your secret…"

Romano's eyes grew large, and he turned his head hissing, "What secret?" Please, not be what he was thinking.

"Just the secret of what you and the others who were here a few minutes ago really are… South Italy!" He breathed a puff of smoke into his victim's face causing the nation to cough roughly.

No. There was no way he had proof of this. "What on Earth are you talking about, Cigar Bastard?"

The knife at his throat was pressed harder, slicing a bit of skin. "Don't play dumb! I know everything. I wonder what would happen to the world if I had, let's say, Germany at my mercy? Ludwig is his name, isn't it?"

Romano couldn't hide his fear and shock. How much did this guy know? So much for playing stupid! "Stay the hell away from the potato bastard!"

"Don't worry… seizing him is a while off in my plans. I have larger goals. England, Spain, America, Russia, China, they will all fall under my command…"

Not Antonio! "Like hell I'll let you hurt any of them! Stay away from us, CIGAR BASTARD!"

The man chuckled icily, "Sorry, no can do. See you are my first little experiment. You aren't even really a country anymore. Feliciano can take over as both parts of Italy when you die."

Die? This bastard was going to kill him? And he knew his brother's name too! This was not good at all!

"So you are mortal. That was just a guess, but I see that I was correct by the look on your face."

"Fuck off!"

"Once I know it's safe to kill you, I can move on to the current countries. How about we see how deep a cut you can last through?"

Romano kneed the man swiftly in the crotch and ran towards the window as the knife clattered on the floor. He prayed some country was outside. Even if they wouldn't be able to help him, at least, he could warn them.

The man just managed to grab a hold of Romano's ankle and trip him. They struggled in a tussle upon the ground, and South Italy gave a cry as he was stabbed deeply in his side while trying to escape the other's grasp.

He punched the man hard in the face sending him backwards and was rewarded with a crack telling Romano he had broken either the man's nose or jaw. Grinning, he stumbled to his feet. His boots eventually found their way to the window as he panted heavily and clutched his wounded side.

Looking out, he saw Liechtenstein admiring the flowers. As he prepared to call to her, the man swung a chair down upon his head. His body fell limply over the windowsill and with a little push, he was sent hurtling onto the stones below.

End of Chapter 1! (They vary in length by the way)

Maw ha ha ha ha ha! I mean... poor Lovino... I only seriously injure the characters I love, so he ought to feel honored dammit!

Thank you for reading! Probably update soon, though that depends on if anyone shows interest...