Deceiver: Okay, I'll be honest here. I think this is against the rules on FF but I want to make it clear to everyone right now.

First of all, I did started writing HetaOni again and let Fortune Maiden help me read through it since it had been so long. However, other than just updating Kagerou Project fanfics which I started last year, I also had a one year project with a city council that is part of my university assessments and it ended with my entire classmates ignoring me, so I had been depressed since then. I lost my friends too who just didn't bother with me anymore. KanoKido is like my life support since then and I wanted to write more.

However, I still want to finish RomaHeta and HetaOni and I know a lot of fans wants more chapters too, so I really wanted to go back into it somehow. I decided to do that after I updated the last oneshot in KanoKido oneshots and drabbles that I would only focus on writing 4 fanfics: RomaHeta, HetaOni, Swan Lake and I'm Here For You. Everyone who had been reviewing, subscribing and favouriting my HetaGame Novels had made me very happy and I really do want to write more.

But sadly I cannot. Not for HetaOni. I'm not quitting, but I'm put off right now. I just finished everything and went back up on my feet when I came crushing back down again because someone doesn't seem patient enough and wanted me to do something else and not write what I feel like because they couldn't wait. I am sorry, and I think I am overreacting, but I might as well put this here. I'm not updating HetaOni until maybe after RomaHeta is complete. I love all your reviews but I prefer if you please do not ask for more chapters in my other fanfictions just because I write other things.To me it feels like you're just saying I shouldn't be doing something I like and just please you when I don't feel up to it.

It maybe one, but I would like to say I want none of that in my other fanfics. I'm not going to listen if you're doing that in any other places that are meant for something else entirely, especially when it's in another fandom. PMs are fine. I wanted to send a PM but I feel that I should let everyone know why I'm not writing HetaOni right now.

If this gets taken down because of this announcement, might as well. Right now I don't feel like it anymore. It's not easy to be depressed and write a chapter worth a minimum of 5k that would fit the criteria in one go right now.

Sorry, but please be patient until then. For now just enjoy this teaser I have so far.

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Relying on friends

"That is complete bullshit! Why does it have to be the fucking potato bastard?! You've got to be kidding me!"

"B-But I want Germany…"

"Wait! You can't be serious! I object!"

Prussia stared at the three – the Italies and his brother, arguing at the center of the group. Confused eyes glancing at Japan, he uttered, "What is goin' on?"

Japan sighed, clutching his elbow. "I'm sorry for calling you back so sudden. As you can see, I can't handle this alone…"

Prussia stared at them, worry growing at the bit of his stomach. The way Romano was firing his profanities like a machine gun told him how much of a problem this was.

"And that's why I keep telling you, mine is open," France purred as he made his way to the youngest Italian and gave him a gentle hug. "I will give Italy a warm welcome — physically speaking," his eyes twinkled here.

"No!" both Germany and Romano simultaneously grabbed Veneciano back and gave France a good kick in the chest.

"Maybe we should pair up with our…families?" Canada offered timidly while hugging his polar bear. "Oh, but if it's to be together all the time—"

England looked hesitant at this. "If it were a…sister, then I'd be only a little reluctant, but with a brother…" he glanced at America, who cringed and wailed, "Eeew! That would be torture! It's just too weird! I'm a big boy now!"

"Well, I only need a blanket," Spain said, unfurling a folded blanket on one of the beds. "I could lay it over the table and sleep there."

"Japan, what exactly are they talkin' about?"

Japan tilted his head at the Prussian next to him, seeing his utter confusion. "Well, since it's already bedtime, we began to prepare the beds; but then we realised there weren't enough of them for everyone…so we began to debate over what we should do."

Prussia raised an eyebrow, but then let out an audible 'Oooooh'. "Well, those West-made beds are pretty comfortable," he snickered. "So, you were worried that everyone was going to fight over them? Is that it?"

"I just don't want everyone to fight again right after we established our alliance," Japan shrugged, but smiled a bit. "Although I will admit, it was a bit silly of me to make you rush out here when I think you will only make it worse."

"Yeah, and I was singing my awesome song in the shower! You owe me!"

The Japanese man sighed at this. "We will see about that."

"Now, it wouldn't be so bad if the smaller ones slept together, right?" the discussion went on with Russia giggling happily behind China. "For example, Japan and China…"

"Stop leaning over and peeking at me! You're so damn lewd aru!" the Chinese man snapped.

"Alright, alright!" Germany yelled over the commotion, a vein threatening to pop on his forehead. "First thing tomorrow morning I'll make more beds! Just endure tonight, will you!?"

"Oh!" Italy brightened up at this, jumping up and down while latching his arms around his best friend again. "In that case I want a double bed! Fratello, let's sleep together! I've been through a lot of loops, so it's been ages since I last saw you!"

"Oh, now you want to sleep with me," his brother groaned.

Italy giggled at him, cuddling close to Germany. "But tonight I still want to sleep with Germany! So, fratello, you can have his bed all to yourself! Oh, but what about Fratello Spain…maybe you can share with him?"

"Wait a minute! Why do I still have to sleep with you?!" Germany snapped back after getting over his initial embarrassment.

"And hell no am I going to sleep with the tomato bastard!"

Facepalming, Japan sighed and stepped forward. "Um…how about I sleep on the floor? If I lay down a blanket, it'll be just like a futon…"

Prussia blinked, but then he grinned. "How about we all just sleep on the floor? Doesn't that sound more fun?"

Before Germany could retort, most of the nations turned to one and another, agreeing. "Oh, yeah! That sounds great!" America crowed while flexing his arms around. "We'll stake the beds aside for space. England, gimme a hand."

"Wait, what, why should I…Stop pulling me!"

Everyone else just rolled their eyes; and those who were confident with their strength decided to give England a hand before the American throw all ten beds on top of the British nation in one go.

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When the lights finally went out, everyone was comfortably tucked under their blankets on the floor. Luckily there was a spare carpet in the base and it was soft enough to sleep on. Stretching, Japan liked this and almost thought he was on the futon back home. But this time, he was with everyone. "It's like a training camp," he smiled.

America rolled onto his stomach and turned to him. "Yeah, beds are nice, but sleeping on the floor like at a sleepover is great too!" he felt someone bumping into him on the side. "It's a little cramped, though."

England pushed himself closer to him, not liking he had to sleep next to Spain tonight. The Spaniard was not happy himself, but he kept smiling. "I can't wait for that party," he suddenly said. "There are so many things I want to do, but I think I'll forget some of them…"

"We'll write down a list," Canada piped up from America's left side. "The events, the food…"

"Hey, Veneziano," Romano suddenly proddeed his brother beside him while staring at the ceiling above, "we'll have to remember to send food to Japan's house once we—" he was interrupted by a soft snore. He and Japan looked over and saw Germany looking down on a resting Italy snuggling against his chest.

"He fell asleep."

Everyone turned to have a look as well. France rested his head in his arms as he stared at how fragile Italy looked compared to how he was when he was awake. "Poor child, he must be tired," he said. "He finally got some relief though, so let him sleep."

Prussia sat up to look over his brother next to him. "Was he awake when I left?" he asked the blond. Germany realised right away what he was talking about.

"Probably," he replied with a sigh. He wrapped an arm around Italy when he shivered and furrowed his eyebrows in discomfort. "It must have been necessary in order to survive."

"How would you know?" Russia asked from his spot next to Canada.

Germany turned to him. "Well, back when Japan and I woke up on our second day here…"

"We didn't think it was strange, but he was already awake," the Japanese man sighed. "To think that he was keeping watch on those Things when Prussia-san disappeared…and because he had known from the very beginning…"

"He was occasionally so distant and kept on reading that Bible — I mean, the journal," Canada corrected himself. "Do you think he has written about everything he's gone through so far?"

"Lot more than what my notebook has, that's for sure," Romano flopped back onto his pillow.

"Maybe he'll let us read it now?" Russia wondered out loud.

"We could ask him tomorrow," England said. "But let him rest. Today was really rough on him."

Everyone agreed, all settling back into bed. Germany got more comfortable, with Romano letting him off tonight because of his brother. Staring down at him, Italy looked more peaceful now, like he always did when he snuck into his bed. The only difference was that he had clothes on (a tank and boxers), making Germany both comfortable and worried.

Letting sleep take over him, he was going to give it his all tomorrow. He needed his Italy back, smiling and carefree like back in those days.

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It was completely dark. Nothing could be seen but pure darkness all around him. He wasn't sure if he was standing on a solid ground, or if he was actually in air. Was he still where he should have been? Or was he somewhere he shouldn't be?

…Italy.

…Italy.

"Italy?" he blinked at the name. How did he know it was a name again? Wait…that was someone he knew right. "Who's that again? Huh?" he blinked again. "Me?"

…Are you all right? Are you suffering?

Italy looked around, but saw no one. The voice sounded so familiar and trustworthy to him, so small like a child's. Where had he heard it before? "Who…Who is it?"

…You can still go on, right?

He frowned, getting a bit annoyed. The familiarity with the voice was gnawing at the back of his mind, urging him to remember. It was important, and it was wrong to forget. "…I'm sure I…know you…" he groaned at the incoming headache. Clenching his fists and closing his eyes, he groaned lowly in frustration.

…since the 900s…

It was not the voice that said it; it was a memory from within Italy. He gasped, realization hitting as he drew out more of his lost memories of that person, almost crying when his name touched the tip of his tongue. "Wait! I know you! You're–"

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"Italy!"

Italy's brown eyes opened with a jolt, and he found himself staring into a pair of blue ones. He looked around him, not sure where he was and why he was so close to this blond young man.

"Are you all right?" he asked. "You were having a nightmare.

The Italian tilted his head. "Me?"

The person seemed confused by his comment, but then he quickly jolted up from where they were lying. Italy didn't understand why he seemed surprised. Who was he…

"Italy? Have you lost your memories again?"

That seemed to clear things up a little for him. "Oh, n-no…" he didn't lose that much, and he remembered who this person was now. "I'm…fine, Mr Germany."

His reply did not seem to not have reassured the blond. "You…"

Italy didn't look at him and snuggled under the covers to avoid his gaze. "When I sleep, I would become completely defenceless…" he explained. "My memories would slowly slip away, so I tried to not fall asleep…"

There was silence between them; Italy couldn't tell what Germany was thinking. He hated how he troubled everyone, and even letting his guard down made everything worse. He was always like that. Why couldn't he…

After a moment, he felt an arm around him, pulling him back into Germany's chest. Italy was surprised and looked up, seeing that the blond was still worried.

"You have to sleep," he said gently. "It's okay to forget for now. You can't force yourself to keep all those memories of what had happened here…"

Italy stared at him. "But I…I mean, Mr Germany…I mean…" he shook his head, blinking for a second before he started to laugh a little. "Ahaha! Oops, what am I saying?" he looked back up at the German with a small smile. "Sorry about that. I've got it all sorted out now, Germany."

He didn't look assured, but let it go. "I-I see…"

Italy giggled before he got out of Germany's hold and pat him on the shoulder. "I'll go wash my face. You can go to sleep, Germany." He stared at his best friend for a while, before adding. "It was your voice that I heard in my dream, wasn't it?"

At that, Germany blinked too. "I don't really get it, but if you're alright," he took Italy's hand off his shoulder, "I'm going to sleep. If anything comes up, wake me up.

"Ve! Sir, yes sir!" Italy saluted with his left hand and got up and left. Germany rolled over to watch him leave, a frown on his lips.

Ever since he had lost his memories, the bounce in the Italian's footsteps were lost. Germany could barely hear that same cheerfulness the Italian always had when he spoke, and how he would use his hands and expressions to explain how he felt. Then there was how Italy didn't need him anymore to scare away his nightmares by demanding for cuddles in bed. Germany had wished that he would act sensible, but this was too much.

How much longer would it take for Italy to recover? It was impossible right now since their top priorities were to protect each otherand escape together. If he fussed over how Italy should rely on him completely, it would cause problems and drag them down. All he could do was get everyone out of here as soon as they could. Afterwards, he would make Italy smile and he could go back how he was used to be.

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"See? Just as I said, wasn't it?"

Italy blinked at the sound coming from the toilet. Quietly tiptoeing towards it, he stood in front of the door to listen. "Yeah, but he literally woke up. Anyway, he will work for us until he dies. You do know that we have no such…service as compromise, right?"

His eyes went wide. Work to death…me?! Without warning, Italy pushed the door open at once to confront who was saying such things. He wasn't that surprised to see it was Russia, with a phone in hand.

The tall nation was shocked to see he was being spied on, and he instantly hung up. Italy didn't say anything as Russia put his phone away. "Russia…"

"How unusual of you to eavesdrop!" the big smile on the Russian's face came right up, followed by a gasp. "Oh, and you're all sweaty! Did you come to wash your face?"

"I didn't hear anything at all…" Italy quickly said, taking a step forward. The look on Russia's face didn't seem convinced, so he might as well drop it. "Who were you talking to? You said some disturbing things…

"It's none of your business who I talk to on the phone, is it?" He brushed the tail of his scarf back; his smile looked mocking in Italy's eyes. "I'd appreciate it if you could leave me alone."

The tone from his voice would have scared him away, but he couldn't let this drop if it would hinder everyone's escape. "Do you have something to hide?"

"You did too, remember?" Russia piped up without missing a beat. "You never told us anything.

"But—"

"I'm free to decide how I deal with my chess pieces," he interrupted before towering over Italy. The Italian couldn't help but step back. "Oh, but it doesn't seem to be very useful. I have to find the next piece quickly…" with that, the Russian shoved him away. Italy quickly turned to him before he could reach the door.

"Russia!"

The door was opened, and the tall nation snapped his head back to look at him. Italy almost squeaked at the stare. "Go wash your face already." And he left.

Italy stared after him. He didn't know what to do. At a time like this, he couldn't remember if Russia was a friend he needed to save, or someone that could hinder everyone's escape. He really wanted to stop him, but one wrong move could screw up the bond everyone created at last. The alliance they created would be for nothing…

"What…should I do…?"

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Deceiver: That's it! Thank you for reading what I have so far and see ya until I feel like updating this!