OTAKU SISTERS UNITE! I just wanted to say that my sister and I are working on this story together, so I can't take all the credit! ;)

Now here's Chapter 1! Enter everyone's favorite Northern Italian, Veneziano! (or in this case Feliciano).

Dislcaimer: Himaruya own Hetalia

Chapter 1

A young Italian boy bearing some resemblance to Romano skipped down the stony path on his way to a local flower shop owned by a certain Hungarian. His brown hair curl bobbed up and down with each step. It was a beautiful day in Chicago and he took this as a sign of a good Omen.

Up ahead the flower shop came into view. He quickened his pace and immediately found himself at the entrance. The sliding doors automatically opened revealing a small room flooded in an array of flowers and various aromas. A brunette stood in the far corner watering the flowers.

"Ve~ Good day, Miss Elizaveta!" he called, waving ecstatically.

The woman jumped at the sudden noise and spun around to see her nearly daily customer. "Oh, Feli, I see you've come for your Irises."

"Of course not! I came to see the pretty lady!" the boy exclaimed. "But I could go for the Irises as well."

Elizaveta smiled in delight. "Oh, you're so charming! Hold on one minute, I placed them in the back." The Hungarian woman dropped what she was doing and made her way to a back door. As she slipped away the cheery Italian browsed the shop admiring the flowers here and there.

Finally, Elizaveta reappeared carrying the Irises in tow. She placed the flowers on the front counter as the boy followed. "These usually cost $34.99," she began, "but for such a regular customer I'll give them to you for 29."

"Grazie, bella~!" he cheered and reached into his pocket for the money. He pulled out a 20 dollar bill along with two fives and some change and handed it to her. As Elizaveta passed him the flowers the swish of the automatic door sounded through the shop.

A tall blue eyed man with slicked back blonde hair entered and strode over to the front counter. A look of recognition passed over Elizaveta's face. "Oh, well if it isn't Ludwig Beilschmidt. What brings you here today?"

The brunette Italian gazed up at the tall newcomer in wonder. I'm so short compared to this guy…

"Guten morgen Miss Héderváry," came a German accent.

"No need to be so formal, Ludwig. Elizaveta is just fine," she told him.

The German ignored this comment and responded, "My annoying cousin, Roderich, wanted me to give you this. I don't know what it is but my best guess it that it's probably some sappy poem."

Elizaveta giggled at this. "A poem? Isn't he sweet? He shouldn't have …"

"I said probably." He stared intently at the box he had given her with full concentration. The sight sort of frightened the little Italian. "Say," said Ludwig, looking back at Elizaveta. "Would you mind opening it right now?"

Elizaveta gave him a questioning look but complied. She lifted the lid and reached inside. She pulled out a small sheet of paper and skimmed over it. Her smile widened. "It is a poem!"

A small grin graced his stern face for a short moment before fading. "Thank you, I have one the bet."

"Bet?" the Italian asked.

Elizaveta narrowed her eyes at the blonde as she questioned, "Did you place a bet with Gilbert again?"

The German did not reply immediately but after moments of hesitation answered, "… Maybe."

"Oh, great, he's rubbing off on you," the Hungarian pouted. "It upsets me that you had to grow up with such an inefficient older brother."

"Yes, it upsets me too."

"Ve, ve~ I have an inefficient older brother too~!" said the Italian with a cheery smile.

As if realizing his existence in the shop for the first time, Ludwig asked, "A-And who might you be?"

"I'm Feliciano Vargas!"

"I swear there's something wrong with him!"

A shout resounded throughout the large, trim office. A short blonde man with bushy eyebrows in a stuffy business suit rampaged around the room. Phone in hand, he ranted like a mad man. "First the git said, 'let's have lunch on Thursday', but when the time came he never showed up and he never gave a bloody explanation! I later called him about it and he started complaining about how I was interrupting some important business of his! He didn't even have work that day!"

But the man didn't stop there. "The next day I contacted his boss and he said that he didn't work there anymore! He got fired for inappropriate conduct! I mean really! That bloody git doesn't know when to stop, does he?! I remember he promised to stop the funny business too! You were there, you heard him! Stupid wanker …"

A proud voice responded, "Why are you wasting my awesome time with this, Kirkland? We're supposed to be talking about business; you know, the stuff you do to make money?" The German accent sounded slightly distorted through the phone.

The blonde man sighed. "You're right, I'm sorry. Wait-Isn't he your friend?! You should be worried about him!"

"Ja, ja, I'm sure he's fine, Arthur. Now let's get back to talking about ME and my awesome Volkswagens! Kesesese …" The German snickered.

"Alright … But just so you know, your cars aren't that great," responded the Englishman. "But seriously Gilbert, I'm worried about that Frog."

Hope you enjoyed Chapter 1. :)