I woke up at the crack of dawn and waited for Romano to pick me up. Instead I saw Italy arrive.
"Bella, I came to get you." He said with a smile.
"I thought I told Romano to come to get me." I said glaring at the Italian but relaxing when he gave me a somewhat reasonable explanation.
"Spain wanted him to pick some tomatoes." He said with a smile.
"Fine, now do you have anything to carry my bags?" I asked knowing the answer already.
"Well only two but that should be okay."
"Well as you can see I packed everything I have so what are you going to do about it?" Italy looked at all my bags and looked surprised.
"Well, I guess I could get Spain and Romano over here…"
"I told you to bring something to carry my stuff."
"I didn't think you meant everything." I sighed as Italy wondered what to do.
"Hey idiota, what the hell is taking you so long?" Romano yelled stomping over here.
"That!" Italy said pointing at my stuff. Romano looked at my stuff and sighed and grabbed one of my bags and opened it.
"Who packs utensils in one bag? You don't need this bag!" He said tossing it aside. "Bed sheets and pillows, do you really need to pack these Saubure? This isn't needed either!" He said tossing it aside as well. One by one he cut down my stuff to two bags.
"Those things are all very important Romano." I said sitting down on the grass.
"Bull shit! You don't need to pack a fucking soup spoon!" I slapped him across the face.
"Well I doubt you can cook so I can't go without cooking utensils."
"I can cook quite well thank you very much. Also Spain can be a good cook too, also that slap wasn't necessary! I'd shut up and get in the damn car if I were you right now!" I growled and glared at Romano before getting in the carriage. He seemed quite upset. Though I didn't mind it kept things quiet. Sadly he tossed my bag of books away. So I had no choice but to look out the window. I ended up falling asleep after a while.
"Hey, Saubure… We're here." I opened my eyes and Romano gave me his hand for me to hold. The thing was that he looked away. I smiled and took his hand and stepped down the stairs. I walked around in South Italy. With Romano showing me the way, occasionally commenting on what the place was and its history with him.
"Do you like the place?" He asked with a blush.
"Surprisingly I do. It is very history based. It's very beautiful here as well." I said looking at the Roman Coliseum.
"Whatever, you probably just want my father's inheritance."
"I have no interest in you grandfather's cash." I stated.
"Really?" He sounded shocked by this fact. "I haven't heard anyone but Spain say that. " I looked at Romano with a slight bit of confusion.
"No one but Spain?" I asked walking over to a park.
"Well Belgium too..." I smirked.
"That contradicts the fact that no one but Spain said that." I heard Romano sigh.
"What are you a detective?"
"Actually I technically am a detective. I mean I solved that case in Italy correct?" I asked sitting down on a swing set.
"Well yeah… but how?" Romano asked obviously curious as to how the case was solved. He sat down on the swing next to mine.
"Simple; the first clue was the place the murder was committed. You see on the street we were on at the moment this was the first turn from either side, normal for the person being chased to go to."
"So what Saubure? They found the criminal to be a little girl. Are you saying that the girl was mentally unsound?"
"I wasn't finished Romano. The second clue was the body itself."
"The body was thrown down a roof right?"
"Not so. A little girl couldn't have done that on her own don't you realize that?"
"Well yes."
"Then you will let me finish." I said glaring at him. He nodded and let me continue. "This man wasn't killed by a gunshot. "
"I know that, the shot was to the stomach."
"Correct. Now think why on earth would a young girl have a gun to begin with?"
"Well I can't think of a good reason."
Exactly, now consider a possibility. What if the girl wasn't the criminal but someone to cover for the true murderer?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, it doesn't really matter now. Though if I said there were three people at the time the crime took place would you believe me?"
"Of course not." I smirked at how quickly he replied.
"Well there is. One behind the victim and one the victim was, chasing."
"So you're saying the real culprit is the one who pushed the guy to his death? " Romano asked surprised.
"Yes I do say. The girl was just a cover for the person who did the actual killing. Since the box I climbed up on wasn't as dusty as it should be."
"So? It could have been put there yesterday."
"True but when I looked around it was dusty on the sides of the boxes but not the top. It left foot prints."
"But it only left a set of foot prints."
"One set, but the other person was on the roof."
"Let me get this straight. The guy was chasing a little girl for whatever stupid reason, and another person followed her and stole the person's gun shot him twice missed one shot and hit with another, minutes after. While the girl pushed the man off the roof killing him." Romano said trying to put the story together. I smirked at Romano somewhat figuring it out.
"Something like that. Not exactly but close enough." I said with a smile. I was getting tired so I lied down to take a nap but Romano poked my stomach before I could take a nap.
"Wake up Saubure. You need to pay attention! You should know that there are mafia members around everywhere. "
"Yes. Though they wouldn't go after me for no good reason." Romano sighed and hit my head. It really hurt. I rubbed my head to ease the pain.
"I didn't even hit your head that hard." Romano said holding my shoulders.
"It still hurt you jerk!" Romano gulped and moved my hands out of the way gentle and kissed my forehead.
"You are such a child Saubure." He said with a slight blush on his cheeks. "Come on I'll take you to my place now." I nodded and followed Romano to the place he lived.