Ciao guys! To those of you who have read my other fanfictions:

I'm sorry if you liked them, but I just can't get into them. My BETA reader, Lovi or Hermione, has been messing with all of my work, so she is gone... Sorry sis. Anyway, this one I will actually be working on. Sound good?

A/N: Okay guys, welcome to my first fanfiction that I will actually be working on, and ignoring everything my sister says, because she's written worse before *eye role*. So I really hope you guys actually actually follow, favourite, and review on this one, because I'm going to try really hard to keep this one going. Pairings are: Gerita, USUK, Spamano, Prucan, and Pruhun... Don't ask me how that's going to work...

~Hey Sealand! My country! Would you like to do the disclaimer?

Sealand- Sure Gin! GinnyJeanWeasely doesn't own Hetalia, and probably never will, but we still have hope, right?

~We sure do...

Enough of my rambling, and enjoy!

(Italy P.O.V.)

So this is the long twist and turns of life. The one thing that keeps people going through the harsh experiences throughout life is one thing that I have learned to be a lie: love. They say you only feel true love one once in your life, and I'm pretty damn positive that I've felt it twice. The one thing I have been told that has always been know as true has been discovered a lie by the youngest of the Vargas'. How do I know that I'm the first? Because all of my family, even my swear-happy brother, Lovino Vargas or Romano/ South Italy, has found true love with 'the tomato bastard' as he calls him, or Spain/ Antonio. The two people I've felt it with are Holy Roman Empire and Germany. Both of their real names are Ludwig. Maybe I just have something with Ludwig's', and never loved either of them. Who knows.

These were the thoughts going through the most adorable nations head at the world meeting. Feliciano Vargas, or North Italy/ Italy was a very small, cute nation. He has light red brown hair, with more red than brown with a single curl that stuck out to the left side of his head. He has a natural little blush, with the most lovely caramel, honey amber eyes. The thing is, the petite Italian never opened his eyes. They were just opened enough for him to see out of. He wore a tiny black polo that snugly fit his stomach, with his light blue coat in a heap on the ground. Around the collar of his polo was an aqua blue tie. He also wore a baggy pair of blue sweat pants, and some old black boots. He was kicking his legs under the table and was lying on his elbow, kinda looking spaced out as everyone chattered, rather than finding the German nation, his brother, or trying to sell white flags.

"Italia, are you okay?" a heavy German accent spoke to him.

"Sí," he muttered out softly, missing that radiating smile that was always plastered across his face.

"Dudes! We should really make a giant hamburger superhero to save the Earth of all of those strange 'cold' things Francy-pants over there was talking about!" the extremely hyper nation of America shouted out, "Speaking of hamburgers, Iggy get me some!"

"No you bloody wanker! You don't need to be fatter than you already are!" the United Kingdom of Great Britten and Northern Ireland, or England.

"EVERYBODY SHUTUP! VE'VE GOT A SERIOUS ISUE ON OUR HANDS HAS ANYONE GIVEN A VERDAMNT TO ITALY?! HAS ANYONE EVEN NOTICED HOW ZHICK AND UNVELCOMING HE'S BEING?! VE'VE GOT TO HELP ZHE POOR NATION ZHAT ONLY FEEDS US PASTA AND PIZZA AND MAKES YOU SPOILED!?" Germany blared at everyone else, the Italian nation not moving.

Quite little Canada is the first to react considering the fact that Romano went to the bathroom. "Maple... This is not like Italy at all..."

"Ciao, Canada," Italy says quietly.

Canada gasps, and stumbles backwards. Someone actually noticed him. "C-ca-can you see me?" Canada quietly asks hopefully.

"Of course I can! I can always see you when I get like this!" Italy says happily, but still quite.

"Vait. Zhis has happened before?!" Germany questions, stunned.

Italy bit the inside of his lip. There are too many times that this has happened to count. He slowly nods.

"Italy zhis is a serious problem," Germany says, concerned. "Canada, help me take him to the Beilschimdt house."

Canada gasps before helping. He has never been noticed so much before be anyone.

"Spain, when Romano comes out, tell him where Italy is. I'm sure he'd like to know the whereabouts of his twin," Germany says, as he and Canada help Italy into Germany's car, to the Beilschimdt house.

(Germany P.O.V.)

I can't help but feel worried for the adorable nation in the car next to me. He WAS my first friend after all. When I first met him, he did look familiar though... I just can't put my finger on it. All I know is right know, we've got to get Italy to my house.

When they pull in, there is another car in the driveway. Since this is the house of Beilschimdt, Prussia or Gilbert lives here too.

As they approach the front door, they can already hear the blaring loud television.

When Germany unlocks the door, the two Germanic's stare at each other for a while.

Prussia is an albino. This means he has white hair, very pale skin, and red eyes. He wore a blue jacket with matching pants and black boots that have been polished so many times if you bathed them in mud it would still show you reflection.

Germany, on the other hand, is not. He has eccentric blue eyes that everyone sees sparkle in the sun but him. He also has pure blond hair sleeked back at all costs. He had a green jacket that matched his pants and black boots shiner than Prussia's.

He and Prussia both have cross pendants that are black on the inside with a light outline.

"Bruder, turn off the television, please! Italy is not himself today, so ve brought him here.

Prussia moaned as he turned off the television.

"Danke, bruder..."

So, did you guys like this better? Please tell me in a review or anywhere you can! I am half asleep as I'm writing this, so if there are any mistakes just please ignore and errors. Grazie!

~GinnyJeanWeasley

~Peter Kirkland

~Feliciano Vargas

Ciao~!