A/N: Before you read on, I want to make a few things clear. Some characters will lie. Some will be caught in lies and some won't. Feel free to guess who you think the robber is.

Also, there are some suggestions of certain ships and there are even fluff scenes coming up. I hope no one is too unsettled by that.

Chapter 2: Flavio and Andres

9:30 PM

The trip to the meeting was rather short since it was being held in Germany. The hotel was rather small but it was very elegant as well. Flavio made it a point to compliment Lutz and Gilen. He weaved through the group of countries, catching some by the eyes and smiling. He found Lutz first.

He was in the middle of greeting other countries when he spotted Flavio.

The two had had a very shaky past, having been enemies in the Second World War. Their relationship wasn't by any means wonderful, but they got along in order to keep peace. Flavio smiled and tucked his glasses into his pocket.

"Hey there, Potato boy."

Lutz chuckled and took Flavio's hand, shaking it. "Glad you made it," he said and looked around. "Did your brother come with you?"

Flavio shook his head. "He's on his way," he held his phone up. "I just hung up with him." Flavio noticed the third axis member, Kuro. "It's been a while since you three got together?"

Lutz looked back at his old friend. "Ja," he said with a soft smile.

Flavio grinned and patted Lutz's shoulder. "By the way, this place is really nice."

"Danke," Lutz said absently. He must have been getting that compliment all day. He turned back to Flavio and said, "The bar is open all night and there's food in the common area."

Flavio smiled. "Well you know I'll take advantage of that," he cooed and started walking past Lutz. "Take care, babe." He strutted into the common area and looked around. He spotted Allen nodding off in the corner. He laughed to himself, realizing that he probably hadn't slept since he last saw him the previous night.

Hands slid around Flavio's waist and a pair of lips touched his cheek.

"Andres," Flavio leaned back into the Spaniard. "How was the trip?"

"Long and exhausting."

"Have you seen Gilen?"

Andres nodded and took Flavio's hand, starting towards the food. "He and Lutz are busy greeting."

"I know," he said. "Lutz looks bored as hell."

Andres laughed and started pulling Flav over to where the food table was. "Come on," he coaxed. "I'm starved.

Flavio didn't hesitate and followed him to the table. The food was mostly German, but that didn't mean it was bad. At least, Flavio thought, it's not English. As decent as a cook Oliver was, his country had a lot to learn before they could cook anything.

Flavio scanned the room as he filled his plate and found his younger brother, Luciano, sitting alone at a table, staring into space. He nudged Andres and gestured to the table. The Spaniard nodded and grabbed a few utensils and napkins before following Flavio to the table.

Luciano looked up from his daze when he saw Flavio sit across from him. "Chao," he sighed and yawned.

Flavio blew his brother a kiss. "Luci! It's been way too long. We live in the same damn country and you never even bother to visit." Flavio pouted and stuffed some food into his mouth.

Andres silently sat next to his Italian and nodded to Luci.

"The door swings both ways," Luciano snapped tiredly. He leaned back and stretched. His joints popped and cracking noises enacted from his back.

"Geez," Flavio sighed. "We are getting old, huh?"

"Speak for yourself," Andres said, swallowing. He looked up and said in a louder tone, "At least we aren't as old as Francois."

"Fuck you," the Frenchman snapped, walking by. He smirked slightly at his old friend. Oliver shifted uncomfortably behind him, then directed his attention to Flavio. "Are you ready for the meeting?"

"No," he said, smiling.

Oliver nodded, agreeing. "I really don't know how this meeting is going to turn out. We'll be lucky if we get out without some new scars and a third World War."

"You said it," Luciano groaned and stood up. "I'm turning in early." He glanced over his shoulder at Allen, who was sleeping sitting up in the corner. "You should get him to his room, too."

Oliver and Francois both turned and went to grab Allen to take him to bed. Seemingly out of nowhere, Matt walked in to help get Allen to his room as well.

Flavio smiled. "Y'know they're pretty functional compared to their counterparts."

Luciano rolled his eyes and waved. "I'm going. Good night."

Flavio waved at his little brother then turned to Andres. He smiled flirtatiously and said, "How about we finish here, get some 'rest', and get a few drinks afterwards?"

"Give me five minutes," Andres said, stuffing his face enthusiastically.

"And then we went up to our room and started getting undressed. It'd been some time since we'd had some fun in a hotel. Hehe. So then we-"

"Flavio," Allen snapped.

The Italian blinked. "What?"

"We don't need to know the, uh, details."

Oliver snickered slightly and covered his mouth, blushing.

Matt gave Oliver a look and raised a brow.

"Wot? Flavio does have a tendency to babble a bit." Before anyone could retaliate, he said, "I'm guilty of that, too, though."

Matt shook his head. "Anyhow," Everyone shifted and the meaningless conversation died down. "Flav, continue?"

Flavio smiled and continued his story.

12:30 AM

After the…fun… (Flavio giggled at the thought, making some nations groan and others blushed) The pair made their way downstairs and into the bar area.

"I wonder what they have?"

The room was lit dimly and the bar was wooden with comfortable looking stools. The alcohol was arranged behind the bartender neatly by size and shapes, making the bottles give off an almost artistic feel. The bartender wore the trademark look of someone who tended a bar. He had blonde hair and was tall.

The room around the bar was very open with small tables for people to rest at and eat when the chef was active.

The couple took their seats and Flavio flashed the bartender a rather generous smile, making the man shift slightly.

"What can I get you two?"

"Do you happen to serve and kind of wine here," Flavio asked.

"You're in luck." The man bent under the bar and handed Flavio a card with the different kinds of wine on it.

"Oh," Flavio said in wonder. The selection was plentiful and after some debate, he settled on red wine while Andres ordered a scotch and soda.

Flavio held his glass up and cheered with Andres. He took a sip and noticed the bartender go back to working. "You aren't German," he noted.

The bartender looked up and nodded. "I'm not."

"Do you mind if I ask what brings you here?"

The man shrugged and said, "I'm really just passing through."

Flavio smiled at him. "Well, you're fantastic." Flavio took another drink and watched the bartender blush and nod. He walked from the bar and went into the back for a while.

Taking advantage of the alone time, Andres pulled Flavio in for a half-hug and kissed his cheek.

"Already," Flavio asked, teasing.

"You're like a drug," Andres whispered to his love, making Flavio shiver. "Besides, today is a special day."

Flavio blinked, not sure what he was saying. He panicked and wondered if he'd forgotten an anniversary. "S-special?"

"Mmhm," The Spaniard kissed Flavio and pulled back, saying, "Every day is special, you know?"

Flavio breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't scare me like that," he leaned into Andres and sipped at the wine.

Andres smiled and laughed. "Adorable."

The bartender walked back out and refilled their drinks.

The two sat together, conversing until about three in the morning when the bartender perked up and said, "What can I get you?"

Flavio and Andres both turned to see Oliver.

"I'll take the strongest drink you've got."

Flavio avoided eye contact with his friend and continued. "He ordered a drink and we started talking. He seemed a bit winded and upset, so I didn't bother with stopping him. It didn't take much for him to get drunk since he had already had a few drinks in him, so Andres and I took him upstairs to his room. I tipped our bartender, of course. He was such a cutie. "Flavio shook his head and got bac on topic. "Only a minute later I got a call from Luci about a break-in."

Kuma pushed a cart in with a television on it. "Here are the security tapes," the bear said softly.

Matt nodded and turned the old box TV on and played the tape for the bar. He fast forwarded to twelve and immediately saw Flavio and Andres walk into the bar, just as they had said. When he went forward, Oliver walked in at about 2:57 AM, looking very unstable.

The room was quiet and Matt frowned. "Ollie, I hope you don't mind but… You're next."

Oliver's shoulders fell. "Yes," He said timidly. "Of course."