The sun was blinding in its shining glory, the birds tweeted along the rundown street and the scenery was mind-blowing, but none of this was acknowledged by Germany, for his eyes were fixed on the shining black limo on the other side of the street.

"After this I wanna get pasta~", a high and dimwitted voice said from the car. Germany knew who it was, the younger grandson of the richest man in town. He had seen him coming here before, was it two years ago...? Germany had not been able to figure out what such a guy was doing in these rougher quarters, and he was still unable to do so.

"Not now, we have meetings coming up", a darker, but love filled voice answered sternly. It was Ancient Rome, the wealthiest man in the town, living uphill in an expensive luxury house. And from what Germany had heard he loved his younger grandson dearly. Germany had been shocked the first time he had seen Rome; it had always been a man he respected and looked up to from afar, but the seemingly easy-going, fun-loving and careless man had not been as he expected at all. The door on the farther side opened and Rome got out, and after a quick word with the driver he went into the closest store.

"But I really wanted pasta~", the boy said, alarmingly close to a whine. The window rolled down to

reveal a young man with rich brown hair, brown eyes and an interesting curl sticking out from the head.

"Meetings are boring, I would much rather be on the beach or an art museum. Don't you think it's boring?" he asked, looking at the driver disheartenly.

"I don't go to meetings, aru, but even so they are made because you're supposed to go to them", someone replied. "So stop whining, aru."

"I'm not whining!" the boy whined, pouting, and Germany had to stop himself from smiling. The boy's head hung as he surely felt sorry for himself. Germany wasn't sure where to place the boy. He seemed rather childish and selfishly engaged with his own wants and wishes, but Germany couldn't find anything bad in the boy. No, he seemed good-hearted through and through, but Germany didn't want him anywhere near his kitchen. Or his bedroom, or his home office, or his living room with the bookshelf... Or anywhere for that matter... Suddenly Germany realized he had been staring at the limo in front of his store like an idiot, doing nothing. With red cheeks Germany quickly spun around and walked briskly into the small shop. There he shook his head and went to the checkout. The shop was inherited from his grandfather, and Germany liked it very much so he tried hard to keep it going. Germany didn't remember much about his grandfather (maybe only a touch, a smile and long, shining blonde hair). His brother Prussia though would tell him all sorts of stories about him and their grandfather (much which Germany doubted were true). But when he asked what had happened with their grandfather Prussia would always find something else to laugh about (because that's what he usually did, laughed). With all the many in his hand, Germany sighed before spotting a product out of place. When he had put it back where it was supposed to be, he nodded and then almost jumped when a low, deep voice called his name.

"Germany?" His employee with short blonde hair and an almost constant glare on his face peeked inform the backroom, looking as somber as ever. Germany recovered quickly.

"Sweden", he greeted with a short nod. With no more words they both went on with doing what they were supposed to do. That was something Germany really valued in Sweden; he may look slightly scary, but he always did his job - on time - and didn't waste time with useless chatter. It was silent, neat, and respect on both parts. With silent communication Germany said to Sweden to get to his work and drew back into the backroom. His mind still lingered on the rich boy in the car outside and how different their lives and worlds must be. He betted he had never had a backstreet guy, or someone like that. But soon he shook himself, kind of annoyed, since he wasn't someone to dwell on useless things, and got to work. After a few minutes he heard the front door opened and he looked up from his work. A second passed and then a scream was heard. Germany jumped up in surprise, and hurried to the door. He heard many words flow out to apologize and something about not killing them. The voice made Germany's heart jump. As he came into the store he stopped and stared at the scene. Sweden was standing completely still in the middle of the store with his hard face on the slender boy, who was holding up his arms with tears in his eyes and chanting prayers.

"How can I help you?" Sweden asked lowly, shifting on his feet. Rome's grandson's eyes were huge and he began to shake his head.

"Sweden..." Germany finally got out. "Ah-hum, you can leave him to me..." Sweden turned his head to Germany, blinked, then nodded, and walked away. With Sweden gone the boy transformed from a trembling and whimpering huddle to a cheerful, far too bright boy. In an instant.

"I just wanted to see what kind of store this was", he smiled happily at Germany. "It is really nice, but not so big." Looking around, he skidded closer to where Germany was standing. "Have you made it yourself? Is it hard having your own shop? I've always wanted a pasta-store, but my grandpa doesn't trust me to manage it. Or a store for designer clothes! Or paintings! I really like paintings", he went on, still looking ridiculously happy. Germany's eyebrows had crawled up over his forehead and he opened his mouth to say something, but the guy continued.

"Oh, how rude of me! My name is Italy Veneziano! Nice to meet you!" He struck forth his hand. Germany stared at it. When he didn't take it, Veneziano tipped his head to the side with a slightly confused and worried look on his face. He certainly had the finest clothes, wearing designer clothes. Fitting trousers, brand new shoes and a perfect light brown jacket that ended around his tights. Germany swallowed and swiftly took Veneziano's outstretched hand.

"Hm, nice to meet you too. I'm Germany", he said. Wait... what was going on? He was shaking hands with his costumer and getting friendly with him, the wealthiest guy in town? But Veneziano smiled with his whole face and Germany felt it tug at his heart, making him oversee the friendship making. Unfortunately, he felt his cheek turn red. He gestured to the shelves.

"Is there something you want to look at?" he said quietly, almost grumbling. Veneziano gripped his hands behind his back, spinning around a little.

"Honestly, not really. I just got bored waiting on my grandpa and saw this shop. It seemed entertaining enough, right? So what do you do in this store?" he asked, tipping back on his heels.

"I own it", Germany relied. "It was my grandfather's." Veneziano's eyes went big again.

"Oooh! And now you have it after him? Isn't that sweet?" he grinned, still sounding dimwitted. But there was no judgment in his voice - rather he sounded impressed. Germany frowned.

"Hm, maybe... If you say so", he mumbled.

"Vene!" a thundering voice suddenly rumbled through the store from the door, and both Germany and the boy jolted before turning towards it. There stood Rome, looking far from pleased.

"Grandpa!" Veneziano gasped. Rome glared at them.

"I have been finished a long time ago and you are not ready for me! Why are you in a shop like this? I will buy you whatever you want when we are done for today, but now I want you to focus. At least that's the only thing your brother can do, so copy him on that", he said, holding up the door and gesturing to Veneziano to hurry out. Veneziano cast down his gaze before glancing at Germany. Germany tried hard to keep his expressions at bay.

"Maybe we will see each other again sometime, Germany", the boy smiled, though not as brightly as earlier. And when would that be? Germany wondered in silence. But he nodded as a polite greeting, as Veneziano left his store.

Later at home, when he had made food, cleaned up, checking through his old computer and grabbed a beer, he still had the young man's face swirling in his mind. It was greatly getting on his nerves. That was when his brother came home. Prussia was looking self-satisfied and grinned as he waltzed up to the kitchen counter, placing his lunchbox in the dishwasher. Germany watched him through narrowed eyes.

Something was up...

"Welcome home", he said from his chair, placing his beer on the small table in front of him.

"Hello, brother!" Prussia said. He sat down and devoured the food left for him. When he was done he leaned back with what must have been a painful grin, clearly amused over something. Germany didn't dare ask.

"I was shot at today", Prussia spilled. It was lucky Germany had already sat down his bottle, so now he just gaped at his brother.

"What!? What happened?" he asked. Prussia's smug face was still intact despite the uncomfortable news. He put his right ankle over his other knee.

"I saw a really cute girl in the morning after work and made a move on her. She looked so shy and gentle and I didn't think it was a noble thing to do, getting her in bed, but since I'm so awesome I knew she couldn't resist me." Prussia laughed and Germany wanted to bang his head against the table. Or maybe his brother's... "But when I was complimenting her and making her blush, a guy looking like her came up to us with a look getting darker and darker by the second. He then told me to never ever come near his sister again, pulled out a gun and shot at me. I barely escaped from there with my life." Prussia met Germany's eyes and started laughing again 'til he almost cried. Germany put his head in his hands and groaned.

"Can you imagine?" Prussia laughed, slapping his thigh.

"You got what you deserved", Germany muttered. Prussia smirked.

"Aw, is baby brother embarrassed?" he teased. Germany sent him a glare.

"I'm shocked. It's a shame the guy didn't hit you." Prussia gasped.

"How can you say so to your own brother? I thought you loved me more, like that time when grandpa tricked you into the abounded house and you cried to sleep in my arms." Germany's face flared in heat and redness.

"Besides I'm too awesome to be hit by some bullets. Maybe the nutcase thought that too and didn't hit me on purpose." Germany decided he had heard enough, drank up his beer, threw it away and made his way to his room.

"Hey! How has your day been? You haven't told me anything", Prussia called after him. Germany stopped and cleared his throat, looking at his feet.

"It was just a regular day... Some costumers, no robbers, fire free. Yeah", he said. Prussia sat in silence a few moments, before a slow smile spread across his face.

"No special visitor?" he wondered innocently (contrary to his smug smile). Germany twitched his head towards him.

"No, why? Well, the grandson of Rome, you know the rich guy, came in", he confessed. Prussia made big eyes.

"What? Seriously? Wohoo! He's really sweet from what I've seen. If he came up to me I would hug him", he whistled lowly. "Did he buy anything or seem interested?"

"He seemed kind of interested, but he didn't have time to buy anything. I don't know how long he can stay focused on one thing..." Germany didn't like the wink Prussia gave him.

"Well, let's hope he comes back then. Soon." He looked at the clock. "I am off to work now. Be a good boy!" He stood, cleared the table and got his "lunch" and backpack.

"It's I who should say be a good boy", Germany argued. He waved to his brother as said one left, and then stepped into his room. After reading a little, he prepared for bed, sent a prayer that his brother would behave and come home in one peace, and crawled into bed.

Hello! :D Well, I guess I should thank you for reading my story. I hope you like it! There is something I want to tell you and that is, this is a story (or many stories) inspired by songs. And I want to see if you guys can guess what song is used for which character.

Here are some hints: Ger and Ita, Swe and Fin, Spain and Romano, Prussia... Good look~! :D