Inudigfan201 here! i was thinking about ending this story after chapter 1... but so many loved it i decided to bring it back out of the story "graveyard"... sorry it's so sort... eh... oh well, it was the best i could come up with at the time.

So…

Enjoy "00…Italy?"


Ch, 2. Baked, not broiled!

Italy sat sipping tea at a French café watching people walk by. He then saw France himself. At first France seemed to be just taking a mid-afternoon stroll gazing at his own sites.

A brunette woman with blue eyes and a purple sundress sat down next to Italy. She took off the sunglasses she was wearing and gave him a grave look.

"Why are you dragging me into all this? I should be home…" She spoke and then trailed off as she saw France. She sat there silent for a moment. "You think France did it?" she whispered jokingly.

"Can't be a certain yet." Italy smiled and sipped his tea.

She rolled her eyes. "You do know that I left this game when I got married. I told myself, no more living in the shadows, it's time to be a normal house wife and mother. Stop the secrets and lies." She stood up. "I'm going home, it's my turn to cook dinner." She started to walked away.

"Baked, not broiled!" He called out.

She gave a small sigh and sat back down. She looked him in the eye and kinda scowled. "How does this involve me?"

"There might be another world war!" he pointed out.

"Barley survived the last one." She thought out loud. "Russia huh?" she crossed her legs and leaned back into the chair. She sat there, thinking for a moment. "Fine, let's go look for clues." She stood up and started to walk away again.

He finished his tea after a couple of sips and then fell instep with her.