A/N: Hey guys! I am rewriting some things, because I am totally unhappy with the way that the first chapter turned out. So, here we go! Hope you enjoy, and this first chapter's original text is at the very end!

Chapter 1

Marukaite, chikyuu! Marukaite chikyuu! Marukaite, chikyuu! Boku Hetalia!

I was at home, still and singing my song...

Draw a circle, that's the Earth! Draw a circle, that's the Earth! Draw a circle, that's the Earth! I am Italia!

And making pasta for my beloved Germany.

Aaaaaaah, hitufude de, miero subarashi sekaii!

I put all of the water into the pot and set it on the stove.

Aaaaaaah, a fabulous world, that can be seen with a swipe of a paintbrush!

I waited for the water to boil, and it took seemingly forever!

Nagagutsu de kampai da!

Finally, it boiled, and I poured all of the noodles into the pot, and waited for them to soften.

Let's have a toast with our boots!

All of the noodles softened and heated, and the I poured them into the strainer.

Hetaliaaaaaaa~!

I shook the noodles off and then dumped it into the container with the mixture of sauce that I had made last night before bed in the crock-pot. I grabbed my spoon and then stirred it all up, and then a fork to taste it. I twisted the noodles all around the fork, and then took a small bite.

"Oh mio dio, che รจ delizioso! La Germania sta andando ad amare questo!(1)"

I sealed the container with the mixture, put it into a bag along with a small, foil-wrapped stack of garlic bread that I had also made. Then, I grabbed my backpack, and then mine and Germany's house keys. I left my house, being sure to lock the door behind me. I walked to the edge of the garden and did a mental check that I had everything that needed to stay the week at Germany's house. I was walking down the street and singing my song again, until I saw a man walking down the street.

"Uhm, excuse me sir, are you lost?" I said as I neared him. He was short and you wouldn't be able to tell that he was grown from afar, had you just noticed him. He had dark brown hair, which looked as if he took hours to make it look like he just woke up, and blue-ish grey eyes. The man was young looking, and Italy wondered if this man was a country or just a citizen of Germany's country.

"Yes, I am actually. I was wondering if you could tell me where to find a man named Ludwig?"

"Yea, I was just heading there! Nee nee, (2) What is your name sir?"

The man hesitated before speaking. "J- I mean, Charlie."

"Okay, Charlie! I can't show you the way to Luddie's house unless I know how you know him, because he told me not to trust strangers..."

"That is understandable..." Charlie took a deep breath and looked up, as if gathering his thoughts. "I know him from an encounter of my father's with his 'father' figure." Charlie took another deep breath. "I will have Ludwig explain it further to you later on, but for now, can you just take me to him?"

"Hai! No Problem!"

Charlie and I started off for Germany's house. When we got there, I led him to the front porch. I tried to open the door, testing if it was locked or not. It was. I separated mine and Germany's house keys on the chain they were on and unlocked the door. I walked in and took off my shoes, promptly putting on my slippers that I always leave here. (It was so I didn't have to track mud into the house... Germany is a huge neat-freak!)

"Be sure to take of your shoes before coming in! I will go get a pair of slippers for you, unless you have socks?"

"I do."

"GERMANY! THERE IS A MAN HERE TO SEE YOU!" I screamed up at the stairs.

"Who is it?" he said, as he came down the stairs. He looked up from his feet and saw Charlie, and stopped dead in his tracks. "Charlie... is that... you?"

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About an hour later, Germany was laughing with Charlie and we were eating dinner. I was royally confused and decided to ask the obvious.

"Veh, Germany? Who is Charlie to you?"

"Italy, this is a childhood friend."

"Eh?"

"Back when I was still a really small country, and growing, Charlie was there to grow with me! He and I are pretty much the best of friends, but met because of my father. He went to Charlie's house when he was a boy one day on a Doctor trip thing. Charlie was there, and I was bored, so we started to play together!"

"Ohhhh, okay." I yawned, and then leaned my head on Germany's shoulder.

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About half an hour later, I was asleep on Germany's shoulder.

"I guess taht means we should farewell right about now. Charlie, you can see yourself out, right? Feliciano needs to get to bed..."

"Yes, of course. Goodnight, old friend..."

A/N: Please read and liek my story, guys!

1: Oh my god, that is delicious! Germany is going to love this!

2: Hey, hey

Ciao!~~~~~~~~SpainDeBoss