Disclaimer: It can be found in chapter 1.

Please enjoy.

~PASTA!~

They quickly traversed through a web of streets and alleys and although Italy had a cheerful smile throughout the whole trip, Germany was sure that for part of the trip Italy was just getting them hopelessly lost.

When the two of them reached their destination Germany gasped. The sight was amazing! He looked around; he had never seen so many flowers before.

Italy giggled at Germany's awestruck expression, "So what do you think of the Piazza di Spagna?" Italy gestured to all the surrounding flowers causing Germany to blush. Italy just looked so cute and innocent surrounded by the ever-blossoming flowers. The sight of it caused Germany to just want to take a picture of Italy right then and there. But, before those thoughts could progress into more interesting ones of Italy and some other things that Germany wanted to do to him, Germany shook his head to purge himself of the thoughts. What was he thinking? Those were the kind of thoughts you had about women. Not that Germany had really ever felt the urge to think of a woman in that perspective before.

Germany turned to look at Italy again whom was looking at the different flowers and realized that if you looked closely at Italy and if he was younger and wearing the right clothes he could be mistaken for a girl. Germany also had a sneaking suspicion that Italy probably had been mistake for a girl in his younger years.

While Italy was looking at all the different types of beautiful flowers, Germany acted on instinct and plucked a flower, immediately handing it to the smaller country. Italy looked up at Germany with his innocent face and softly whispered, "Germany," but Germany could barely hear him, he was too distracted by the oh-so-soft looking and slightly wet lips that the words had passed through.

Germany blushed and turned away, realizing the implications of what he had just done. He stuttered an excuse, "Y-you looked like you wanted one."

Italy fingered the red carnation and tucked it away behind his ear.

Italy had a silly smile on his face in an instant, and although Germany didn't know it; that smile was merely a mask Italy was wearing to hide the disappointment in his heart. "Of course, thank you Germany," a little disappointment involuntarily seeped into his voice.

"You're welcome." Germany grunted clearly embarrassed.

Italy motioned for to follow him once again. This time they only walked a short trek.

The sight of the prodigious fountain made Germany's jaw drop.

How someone had managed to carve the fountain was a mystery to Germany. Personally he would have gone crazy after the first week, but to carve it with such detail. Germany understood why so many people flocked to Roma year after year.

Italy stepped up to Germany, "La Fontana di Trevi sure is amazing isn't it?" Then Italy turned to face Germany and said, "Ve, ve, why don't we toss in some coins?"

Germany faced Italy in horror, "There is no way I am doing such a touristy thing!"

Meanwhile on the other side of la Fontana di Trevi America and England were on vacation and America had the same idea in mind as Italy. Although he was also dragging England toward the fountain by one arm while saying, "I want to throw in some coins England! Let's go!" England was fervently trying to pull away from the taller blonde. Then finally realizing that his struggling would do him no good England hissed, "Fine I will once you return my arm." America gave a triumphant "yay!" But, he knew that England would have had to given up eventually. After all, the hero always won in the end, right?

Back to Germany and Italy.

Italy, like America had previously, began pulling Germany with a vice-like grip, ensuring Germany that escape was impossible while pleading, "but it's tradition!"

Germany's iron will began cracking until it finally crumbled with Germany saying, "Fine but you have to do it with me!"

"Yay!" Italy had finally achieved victory and did a little dance of joy.

They walked down the stone steps and stood facing away from the fountain. Germany fished out his wallet and pulled out some Lire. He grabbed one for himself and one for Italy. Coins in hand, Italy called out to Germany, "One, Two, Three!" On three, the two of them tossed the coins into the water and were rewarded with a resounding 'plunk' as the coins hit the water. They then turned to watch the coins disappear into the depths of the water.

Suddenly, Germany heard a rumbling sound that seemed to emanate from the Italian's stomach. Germany turned to face Italy who had an embarrassed look on his face, and he mumbled something about it being time to eat.

However, Germany wasn't paying attention so much to Italy as to the hand that carefully stuck itself into the smaller country's pocket and withdrew a small wallet.

Unfortunately for the thief, Italy didn't notice. So, it was up to Germany to intervene. He grabbed the thief-in-question by the cuff of his shirt with one hand and slammed him into the railing that surrounded the fountain while Germany grabbed the arm that held the wallet with his other hand. Italy decided to help by frantically waving his arms around, doing absolutely nothing.

Germany said to Italy in a grunt like fashion, "Go...get...the police," taking a pause between each word to get a better grip on the pickpocket who was constantly trying to escape his captor. Italy responded to this command immediately and ran off to return with two police officers and a gelato.

Germany handed off the former pickpocket to the police and gave Italy back his wallet. Italy then gave him a grateful hug and looked up at Germany with a smile. Italy backed up and handed Germany his gelato saying, "Grazie, Germany. Since you're always saving me, you can have a bit of my gelato as a reward." Germany raised the gelato to his lips, only to pause. It wasn't that he hated gelato it was just that this sort of thing did count as an indirect kiss, right? Or, was he the only one that thought that?

Either way Germany blushed and reluctantly took a small bite of the gelato where the Italian's lips had previously been. He then handed it back to Italy who continued to devour the gelato.

"By the way," Germany casually asked, as they left the fountain area, "just where are we going to eat for lunch, and it better not be a restaurant that serves only pasta." Germany was sick of eating pasta for lunch for the past three days.

"Oh, don't worry Germany," Italy chirped cheerfully, "It definitely won't serve pasta."

~PASTA!~

Originally this was supposed to be two chapters but because they turned out so short I decided to combine them. I was originally considering making this story last only one day but I am considering changing that so it continues for a week. The reason being that I just had I really good idea about the two of them going to the Vatican. So, look forward to this story being longer.

Comments on the pickpocket scene. Well, as much as I would like to deny it, the Trevi fountain is in fact notorious for pickpockets. The reason for this is that there are usually huge crowds of hundreds of people surrounding the fountain making it very easy to have your wallet stolen there. Sorry, if I have offended anyone with this though.

Lira is the currency that Italy used before switching over to the Euro.

Please comment if you liked it, and even if you didn't; I can always use criticism too!

P.S. this is again the new beta-ed version.