*I'm so excited! I finally started a FanFic from the Holy Roman Empire's point of view! I hope to post it up soon. :)*

"Roll call!"

"Uno!"

"Ni!"

"…..VINCENZO!"

"Oh, uh, here!"

That day, Germany made him come to training with Italy and Japan. He watched their missions from afar a few times.

"This is a war," Germany barked. "You must be fast, strong, and cunning. Today, we'll work on speed." He pointed to a large track. It must've been a mile long. "We will run ten times around that track."

Even though Italy got somewhat of a sick look, Vincenzo beamed. He was extremely fast, and he tested himself a few days before this: he could run twenty miles without stopping. He, Japan, Italy, and Germany stood behind a white line.

"Um, Giappone," Vincenzo said, using the Italian word for "Japan." "Does Italy look okay to you?"

"He's always like this," Germany interrupted. "Just ignore it." Italy looked somewhat hurt, but focused more on the length of the track.

"Go!" Germany shouted. Vincenzo breezed past them all until he was around the track once and Germany wasn't even half-way done. As he looked back, Vincenzo saw Italy shuffling his feet and panting. Vincenzo decided to help him out. He turned around and raced past Japan and Germany, waving to them on the way. He heard Germany mutter "Italians" under his breath. He reached Italy and walked alongside him.

"Don't tell me you're tired already!" Vincenzo said with a smile. Italy hung his head, obviously watching Germany pass the mile-mark. "I'll make you a deal," Vincenzo said.

"What?" Italy sighed. Vincenzo wondered if he wanted to show Germany he could do it even though he couldn't.

"I'll get you a pizza if you can beat Germany," Vincenzo said. All of a sudden, and trail of dust was left in Italy's wake. Vincenzo laughed and ran past Germany, still not able to beat Italy. When Vincenzo, second place, crossed the finish line, he found Italy gasping for breath with his hands on his knees.

"Wow," Germany said, coming up next to them. "He actually did it." Japan was right behind him.

"Guess you never learn," Vincenzo said. "Italy is motivated by food. I know a lot about him and got him to work. Guess he should start calling me 'Captain' now!" (Italy sometimes called Germany this.) Germany rolled his eyes at the rare sarcastic remark.

"Pizza?" Italy gasped.

"When we get home," Vincenzo replied. "Let's go." Italy groaned and shuffled along behind them. Vincenzo thought about his time here. He'd been stuck in this strange dimension for a whole month, to the day. Was Romolo worried? What about his roommates?

But he didn't really care. He liked it here. All the countries (with a few exceptions) welcomed him, and he got to go around the world, with his favorite country being Japan (although he found his representation quite boring). Prussia was "AWESOME" and had a cool accent. Despite his arrogant demeanor, he was actually very kind. Shocking, compared to his relationship with Mrs. Hungary (also very kind and nice to be around).

But he really did wish his roommates would come look for him. If they would care and be here searching, it would make Vincenzo feel better.

"Ow!" a voice from the bushes yelled. "You idiot! Stop tripping over me!" That was America's voice, wasn't it?

"They're at it again," Germany sighed.

"You tripped yourself," Britain countered. "Not my fault."

"Everything's your fault!" America said. Britain was hurled out of the bushes and landed at Japan's feet. But he didn't notice him. Britain stood up and yelled back.

"[Bleep] you, Fred!" he shouted. "I knew I should've stayed in Bristol!"

Fred?

"Oh, really?" Fred said, standing up and stumbling out of the brush. "I think life would've been much better if I stayed in San Francisco. Or maybe if I'd gotten a better roommate! At least Ludwig… Wait, Ludwig?" Fred finally noticed the three countries plus Vincenzo staring at them. Fred tapped Scott on the shoulder and pointed to Vincenzo and Italy. Scott noticed the two of them and looked from one to the other.

"Hey, you guys!" Vincenzo said happily. "You guys really came looking for me?" Italy murmured "pizza" under his breath.

"As if!" Fred said curtly. "We gave up on that the first week. We've only landed here, what, a minute ago?" Vincenzo's face fell.

"Is it just you two?" Vincenzo asked.

"Well, there's Ludwig," Scott said. "If it's safe to assume that's him." He pointed uncertainly at Germany.

"Oh," Vincenzo said. "This one here is Germany, then that's Japan, and this is Italy, the only one who doesn't care about wiping out a nation!" He eyed Germany, who gave him the evil eye in return.

"I'm just going to ignore the whole country-name thing and ask," Scott said and Fred inspected Italy, probably deciding on how to bully him. "Why are there two of you? And Ludwig?"

"I think you guys crossed dimensions," Vincenzo explained.

"Now I know you're crazy," Fred said. "Let's go," he said to Scott. "We'd better find out where we are."

"Alright," Scott said. He turned to the others. "Cheers, then." And he and Fred started to walk away.

"Why do you say 'cheers?'"

"Because I'm British. You Americans said 'See ya.' We say 'cheers.'"

"British people are weird."

"Says you."

Vincenzo quickly grabbed the back of their t-shirts and shoved them into more bushes. Fred opened his mouth to protest, but Scott slapped the back of his head.

"How's it going, bros?" America asked running up to Italy, Germany, and Japan. (Vincenzo stayed hidden in the bushes.)

"What do you want?" Germany asked rudely.

"I just wanted to know where Britain went," America replied. "That stupid country's always wandering around."

"You do realize we're enemies, correct?" Japan said. Italy clutched his grumbling stomach.

"Well, I kinda needed to know if he was around here, and who knows Germany better than Germany himself?"

"Just because it's my country, I don't know where he is. Now leave before I kill you."

Fred and Scott put on a "we're where?!" expression.

"Ah, there you are," Britain sighed as he walked up to his ally. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

"You have?" America asked. "I've been looking for you since you were the one who was lost." Finally, Fred was filled with too many questions to keep quiet, and Vincenzo couldn't hold him down anymore. He ripped himself from Vincenzo's grip and shot up from the branches.

"Okay!" he said pointing and America and Britain. "I want to know what's going on right now. Why are there two of me?"

The two Allies looked at each other and then Fred. Scott and Vincenzo, still well hidden, gave a deep sigh.

Fred was such an idiot.

*Welcome to Shadow's Rant for those of you who actually care! I'm so excited for this FanFic! I worked so hard on it and now it's finally on the internet. This is my favorite one so far and it's based on my favorite anime! (Go South Italy! *I'm South Italian! Well, at least my Nonna is.*) All my characters have meaning to their names. Obvious ones like Scott ("SCOTTland") and then Vincenzo (named after my great-grandfather). I hope you enjoy this as much as I do!*