Okay guys, I know Germania is not related to the Vargas family, but Roman EmpireXGermania needs more love. And besides, the whole 'twin' thing with the Italies is just perfect. So, shut the fuck up and click the red 'x' looking thing at the top of your screen if you don't like Grandpa Rome and Germania.

Warnings: Pedo-counselor!Spain and mention of mpreg. Slightly OOC Germany.

Pairings: Gold-digging!FranceXRoman Empire, Roman EmpireXGermania and possibly mentionings of others.

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Chapter 1. Hetalia Summer camp

"I found my bag!" chanted a happy-looking Italian standing next to a rather large pile of suitcases and duffel-bags. As the young brunet went to grab it, some young Nordics tossed their bags on top of it.

"Now the question is…how do I get it out." he took off the sunglasses he was wearing to get a better look at what he was working with. The bag was practically buried now. He started to tug at it helplessly.

"You must be new." stated a stoic looking Japanese boy.

"How could you tell?" the brunet shot-back sarcastically to the Asian. The older boy sighed and with a chuckle, took the strap of the yellow bag and began to pull.

"Because, you didn't grab your duffel, before the Nordic-five got here, that is."

"The who?" the younger boy quirked an eyebrow before going back to pulling on the other strap.

"The only Nordic boys in the camp. They hang-out with each other a lot so we call them the Nordic five." explained the shorter of the two.

As they continued to pull, a tall, blue-eyed blond, wearing a blue and green tie-died shirt, easily picked up his own bag, with one hand, out from under the pile.

"Now that's my kind of man!" said a surprised looking Italian, instantly letting go of the bag.

"Hey Ludwig-sama! We could use some help!" shouted the shorter of the two, causing the Germanic-boy to jump and turn around.

"Sure what do y- oh that's easy!" his blue eyes flickered briefly with the joy of helping someone out and pulled out the yellow duffel with one, easy tug.

"Hey, your from Italy?" asked both of the older boys, in unison. The brunet nodded slightly before being bombarded with a shower of questions.

"Do you eat pasta every day?""Are most Italian men like plumbers, and spend the working day jumping on turtles, eating mushrooms, and saving princesses?""Are the girls really hot?""Do you own a Ferrari?"

"No! my dad owns a vineyard and we do eat pasta, but not frantically!"

The two boys looked down, almost depressed that he didn't say 'mama mia' after every sentence, but they soon went back to normal and back to their usual faces.

"Vargas, Feliciano!" shouted one of the counselors through a megaphone.

"Right here!" shouted the brunet, grabbing his bag from the German and waving his arm.

"Redwood Cabin!" called out the counselor a second time.

"That's my my cabin too…"

"Same here."

"Sweet!" shouted Feliciano as they walked back to the cabin.

"Hey, do you guys know how to play poker, by any chance?"

"Nope." stated Ludwig as he swung his arm with along with his luggage.

"Neither do I…" said the shorter of the three, looking downward.

"Gee, what a shame…how much cash did you guys bring with you this summer?"

"I'm not losing my money to gambling, thank you very much." said the blond, folding his arms across his chest.

"None, actually…" said Kiku nervously.

"What am I gonna do all summer…" said Feliciano dramatically.

Just then a limo pulled into the camp. It looked odd in the shabby-looking summer camp.

"Who's that?"

"I really don't know…" Kiku tilted his head and gave the brunet a worried look. Why on Earth could that fabbity fab-fab person be here, at this cheap summer camp?