Based on my post on Google+: When N. and S. Italy fall in love romantically they will fall in love with the same person, due to there being only one 'heart' of Italy.

I frowned, groaning tiredly as I stood on my tip toes in an attempt to see over the heads of the much taller people. Today was Saturday and I was out to shop for my elderly Grandmother. I didn't mind shopping for her; it was just that I hated crowds. Slightly shorter than average, people never seemed to notice me at all and I was always falling.

"Ack!" an undignified sound escaped my lips as I was shoved to the ground harshly.

"Aw, bella, I'm-a so-a sorry!" a frantic sounding voice met my ears, a pair of highly shined black boots stopped a few feet in front of me and the owner bent down, allowing me to see his face.

He looked about twenty with auburn hair and brown eyes that were mostly closed. He wore a blue uniform and a strange, slender curl stuck out cutely.

"I'm sorry!" he cried again, scrambling to retrieve the items I'd dropped.

"That's okay," I assured him. "Thank you for your help. . ." I trailed off, since I didn't know his name and couldn't really use it to thank him.

"Oh, I'm Feliciano, Feliciano Vargas!" He gave me a bright smile and stuck out his hand so that I could shake it.

"Ah, thank you then, Feliciano, I'm (Name). It's nice to meet you," I said.

"(Name)? Bella, that's a very pretty name, it suits you!" Feliciano smiled sweetly.

I laughed, something about him seemed too perfect and sweet, but I liked it. "Thank you; I've always liked my name too."

"Vene-Feliciano!" a louder voice echoed around the streets.

Feliciano must have known whoever it was through because he grinned. "Ve, fratello, Lovino, I'm-a here!"

A taller man with darker hair and a similar hair curl pushed his way towards us. "Feliciano," he scolded slightly. "Don't wander off like that, you idiota."

Feliciano pulled him into a sideways hug. "Si, fratello, I'll do that next time. Oh, meet (Name). (Name), this is mio fratello, Lovino!"

Lovino gave me a hard look that was not quite friendly. He stiffly stuck out his hand. "Lovino Vargas. Pleased to meet you," his words were friendly, but his tone wasn't.

I gave him a tight smile and shook his hand. "(Name), (Name) (Last Name)."

"Maybe we'll meet again (Name). Come on Feliciano, we're going to be late for the meeting, Ludwig won't be happy at all."

Apparently, Ludwig was not to be messed with at all, Feliciano paled slightly and nodded. "Si, we ought to be going. Ciao bella!"

"(Name)!" I called after them. "(Name), not Bella!"

I heard laughter and Lovino shout behind him. "Italian, bella, look it up," his reply was cut off with his brother's laugh.

"Ciao bella!" Feliciano said one more time before the two disappeared into the growing crowd.

I finished my shopping and returned to my Grandmother's house. There I put away the groceries and Google Translated what the apparently Italian speaking brothers had said.

Bella- beautiful

I felt my face flush a million different shades of red. Oh dear, I was in trouble now, wasn't I?

Sorry it's so short, chapters will be longer. Next chapter will be up later today or at the latest tomorrow.