Grell looked up from his phone and started to cry.
"What's wrong Mr. Sutcliff?" Ronald sat down beside the Crimson reaper, setting his inconvenient lawn mower off to the side.
"I've been reading Hetalia head canons." Grell turned his phone off and slipped it into his pocket.
"Oh no!" William gasped, hugging Grell as he cried.
"I'm so depressed! Who decided that this was okay?" Grell wailed.
"It'll be alright." Ronald soothed. "Er...me thinks."
"No! No it won't!"
"He's right, Ronald. Nothing will ever be okay." William hugged Grell tighter.
"I thought I told you idiots to fix this Anime ordeal before these guys discovered their own show." A figure in the corner said to the German and the Italian.
"Well, we tried." Germany shrugged.
"Then try again." The figure groaned.
"I'm on it." Germany took a running start, carrying America on his shoulders.
"Anime gives you cancer!" America shouted.
"Wait? It does?" Japan gaped.
"No. Shhh." The figure covered Japan's mouth with her tiny little bone hands.
"Holy Rome!" Grell shrieked in despair. "Holy Rome! Why did you leave chibitalia!"
"Holy Rome! It's a you! How did I a not see that before!" It was then that Italy started to cry.
"Mother of Kira." The figure rolled her stunning puppy brown eyes.
"C-chibitalia? I-I remember you!" Germany was the next to cry.
"You guys just aren't awesome." Prussia crossed his arms.
"Mattie? Mattie are you okay?" The figure noticed Canada in the corner.
"You've been reading them too, eh?" Canada sighed as the figure began to hug him.
"I notice you. I'll always notice you!" The figure patted his hair fondly.
"Thanks, but I really am okay." Canada insisted.
"I'm not!" Grell wailed.
"This is your fault." The figure said to Italy.

Holy shiza.