I AM SO SORRY! I'm pretty sure you don't want to hear my BS about why I haven't posted in forever. Just know that I didn't forget about this story! I didn't really have time to write lately because I, apparently, am not on track to graduate, I'm still not, but I really wanted to post something! Just know I love you all, and I hope you still want to read this! Please enjoy! (I also wanted to dedicate this story to my Ita-chan, and my Hungary! They are pretty much my inspiration for this fic, even though they don't know I'm writing it! I love you guys!)

BTW- There is some German and Italian in here, the translations will be in the (), okay!

Disclaimer: I do not own this lovely show (Hetalia), and I really want some wurst.

The awkwardness was thick and uncomfortable. He was staring at me with those amazingly blue eyes. I probably looked like an idiot just standing there in the middle of the room. I was never good with meeting new people, especially if they were Nazi's...

He's eyes left mine briefly to look around the room. It seemed he was surprised at where he was. I think he expected to be dead, or still in the same place he was before Lizzie and I had found him.

He looked back to me, then started to wriggle his hands, as if he was trying to get free. This kind of freaked me out. He looked up at his wrists and tried again. I, the idiot I was, just stood there and watched, frozen with fear. He suddenly stopped and looked back to me.

It was silent again, the rattling of the cuffs gone. He continued to stare at me.

"Where am I." He said more demanding, than actually asking. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing coherent came out. His brows furrowed just a bit.

"Who are you working for?" He said his voice gaining volume. He looked at me, then rolled his eyes, clearly thinking he would get nowhere talking to me.

"That bastard of a brother! What part of back-up did he not get!" He yelled, more to himself. I just stood there confused listening to him yell.

"That no good Hurensohn!"(Hurensohn=SOB) I couldn't help but giggle a little at the language he was using, my mother always told me swearing was un polite, of corse my brother swore all the time, but I always found the words funny.

He suddenly stopped, and turned to look at me.

„What's so funny?" He said, slightly glaring at me. I stopped laughing and looked at him. I let out one more giggle.

„You are very silly, ve." I said. He had a confused look on his face, he looked at me like I was some kind of crazy person. I just giggled some more, which apparently really confused him.

„You sound just like Lovi when you do that!" I said. All the fear I had previously felt had now dissapeared, and was replaced my the happy memories of my brother. Now, not only did he look confused, but shocked at my random outburst.

„I'm Felica, by the way." I said. He had the same look of confused shock on his face. I smiled at him.

„What's your's?" He said nothing. I was about to ask again but the door slamed open, revealing Lizzie, holding a frying pan in front of her. She looked like she was about ready to kill. I looked at her starteled.

„Lizzie?" I said looking at the frying pan then back to her. She looked at me, the back to the man on my bed.

„Are you okay, Feli?" She asked, sidling over to me still holding the frying pan in front of her.

„I heard loud noises and shouting." She said glaring at him. I giggled and took the frying pan from her hands. Now she was looking at me like I was crazy.

„I'm fine Lizzie." I said, placing the pan on my chair in the cornner. She seemed to relax a little, but still had her guard up.

„I see he's awake." She said glaring at him, who also gave her a glare back. I just shook my head.

„Lizze, can you go make some food I'm sure he's hungry." I said with a small smile. She looked at me then gave in. She went over to grab her pan, stopping to give him one last glare before backing out of the room.

I waited until she was completley out of the room before I spoke to him.

„Sorry, that was Lizzie, she's still a little mad that I helped yo-" He cut me off.

„So your not working for Ivan?" He said, looking at me, his voice was quieter than before. 'That was random.' I thought as I gave him a confused look.

„Excuse me?" I said. I had no Idea what he was talking about.

„If your not working for that devil of a man, then who are you working for?" He said. I looked at him confusion covering my face now.

„I don't think I understand." I said.

„Are you even in the resistance?" He asked, I shook my head 'No'. Realization seemed to dawn on him. He nodded in understanding.

„I still can't trust you, though." He said, looking out the window by my bed.

„Why?" I asked. Had I done something to make him not trust me. I could understand where he was coming from though. We were, in fact, in a war at the momment. No one could be trusted.

„First of all," He said, looking back towards me. „You have me chained to this bed, perfectly understandable, though, because I was," He said this part looking down to his uncovered chest. „up until recently, wearing a Nazi uniform." He said, looking up to meet my blushing face. „And, right now, I suspect Nazi's arn't the most popular people in the world." He said, still looking at me.

„Secondly, I have no idea if everything you said was a lie. How do I know your real name is Felicia, how do I know you are not working for the resistance?"

„Because I am not a lier." I said. My tone seemed to surprise him.

„My name is Feliciana Maria Bella Vargas, my brother, Lovino Angelo Roma Vargas. My parents, Isabella Annita Degaldo Vargas and Romano Amedeo Vargas, were taken, and supposedly killed by Nazi's." I said, my words sharp.

„My brother, Lovino, was also taken by you cazzo (cazzo=fucking) Nazi scum, I don't know if he's alive or dead, I haven't seen my parent for almost a year now, and I probably never will ever see them again." I hadn't noticed until then, that I had tears streaming down my face. He stared at me, shocked and surprised. There was silence again.

„...Then why did you help me?" He said, dissrupting the silence. I looked at him, my face as stern and serious as it had been before.

„Because, war and death is stupid and pointless. Everyone deserves to live, even Nazi bastardo's like you." I spat the last sentance. There it was again. the silence. I wiped my face, trying not to cry, trying to look strong when I knew I wasn't.

„Well," He said, grabbing my attenion. „It's a good thing I'm not a Nazi."

HE SPRICHT! Meine liebe Deutschland!

There you have it meine Lieben, I am, once again so sorry. I hopes you likey, I loved how many of you reveiwed the last chapter! Lets keep that up, because reveiws are my crack!

P.s. sorry if the translations sucked, I used google translate...

In Soviet Russia you Reveiw or you die, Da? Pft...XD 'where'd Russia come from?'