HELLLOOOOOO~ MsHollowfox here!
Im sorry to everyone who reveiwed and told me to update the next chappie, i really am . But for me it takes ages cause i never have anytime to write or check if what im writing makes sence... so im sorry if this seems short :P

Now Eyebrows do the Disclaimer :D

Eyebr-I mean England: Hollowfox doesn't own hetalia if she did my eyebrows would be less, umm , characteristic

Me: I wouldn't bet on that (his eyebrows smexy)

Ludwig sat on the edge of Francis' sofa glaring at the Russian sat in the corner, while he rubbed circles on his brothers back to calm him and Arthur were crouched on the floor infront of Gilbert.

"Come on It'll be alright Ve~" The Perky Italian looked up at his brother, who gave him a warning look not to get involved, he sighed and stood up. Then went to sit down near Ivan.

He looked up, not paying attention to the others convosation, to see the Usually happy red head walking over to sit near him.
'Don't Talk to meDon't Talk to meDon't Talk to meDon't Talk to meDon't Talk to meDon't Talk to meDon't Talk to me'Ivan thought looking away. Almost as if the Short boy could read his mind he started talking, or maybe he was always like this, he would never know.
At first Ivan was confused, to him he was just babbling on about nothing relevent, but through the thick italian accent he heard "Do you want to talk to me about it?"
He wanted to say no. he really did but he just had to tell someone how he was feeling because no-one had asked him. He really did want to tell somebody , and now someone had asked
"Da"
He looked up to see Feliciano's out streatched arm "Come on then, In the kitchen,I don't think we can talk about this here"
Ivan was very Confused, but took his hand anyway. Ignoring the looks he was getting from his brother, Feliciano led Ivan along the hall to the Kitchen where the sat down.

"so, what do you like to talk about? Ivan you can trust me you know."
Ivan was very Surprised to see the younger boy unafraid around him and for some reason found himself trusting in Felicianos words, and Relaxed. A hand came to rest on his, he lifted his eyes to see the soft smiling face of Feliciano. To ivan it looked like beams of happiness were surrounding him; it was contaigious.
He couldn't help but smile back.

"well,umm..."

"Ve~ Don't worry , you can talk to me . I won't tell anyone."

"Well I'm worried," he looked back down, his normally cheerful face filled with doubt.

Feliciano's lips were parted as if he wanted to say something. Quickly he stood up and turned towards the door, poked his head round the frame to make sure noone was listening, then Sat back down and continued "Are you worried of what people think of you" Ivan was interupted before he had even had the chance to answer.

"Oi!, Feli" the deep voice of ludwig came from the door way, a blush on his face " umm... I have to bring you in here, we've decided to play 7 minutes in heaven" And with that the perky italian boy was hoisted out of his seat and carried through to the living was still seated, and gave a small sigh. ' Why arn't I invited' He thought while letting out a big sigh. Feli then popped his head round the door.
"Come on! Ve~"
"What? I'm aloud to play " Stunned that the other boy had actually wanted him to join in, he got up and walked oven to him "are you sure"

"well Francis said that everyone had to play so..." a wide smile spread across Feliciano's face like a child who had just ate something sweet or someone who knew something they wern't suppost to tell anyone "I guess you are!"

All Ivan could really do now was nod and follow the other into the room where everyone had gathered. He was met with a few disaproving looks, especially from Lovino, as he walked closely behind the little italian.

His gaze wandered over to Gilbert, who was back to his usual loud self, and wandered if he felt just as arkward as he did. He was snapped out of his thoughts by the shouting America stood on the sofa. He ignored it until he heard his name being called by Alfred.
"Da?"
"get your communist Arse over here, were starting soon!" while not very thrilled at the name calling, he slowly began to make his way over to join them. Some moved away as he sat down, and the only one who would talk to him was Feliciano. Everyone sat for a few minutes doing nothing until francis came out of the closet with a purple velvet bag in hand. He glanced around the room, gaze stopping occasionally on Ivan and Gilbert, then went to get an Item of everyone.

First to play was Antonio. The spaniard reached into the bag, confident grin on his face as he pulled out a small ,red tomato keyring.
He turned sharply towards Lovino, the older of the two italian brothers.

"Hey Lovi, guess where we're going " he shouted as he waved to little red keyring in the other boys face.
" Shut up! I'm not going in there with a Bastardo like you" He Pointed towards the Closet in an attempt to distract evryone, before trying to escape. Francis caught his arm and pushed both of them inside before locking the door, "They'll be fine for an hour or so" The french Boy looked round the room for his next victims"everyone upstairs, I have more closets that we can use."

Gilbert bit back a laugh as he walked past the occupied closet to go upstairs.

Italy: Reveiw VE~