"Alright, Anna, when we go in, be a good girl. Be wary of Ivan, he's the tall Russian, and under no circumstances are you to go near a flamboyant blond, French man, named Francis. Nor are you to be alone with him or follow him anywhere without Kiku or myself with you." I looked up at Germany and nodded, we were about to enter the meeting with all of his… friends.

"I-Is it because he's flamboyant or because he's French?" I asked curiously, wondering if this was a racist thing or because of this Francis' personality.

"It's for another reason entirely, one which I hope you won't become acquainted with in the near future, or any future for that matter." Germany said sternly and I couldn't help but smile. He'd make a great dad, incredibly stern, but great nonetheless. Then, it was time to open the doors. Only a few people were there, I guess Germany liked being on time, and they chatted amongst themselves for the most part, not even noticing us.

"It seems Mathew is here, but not Alfred. He is probably at that fast food joint he likes so much." Japan said as he looked around.

"Ve~ Antonio and Romano are here though! Come on, let me introduce you to them!" Italy exclaimed as he, I kid you not, picked me up and dashed off.

"Italy!" Germany exclaimed but he was already all the way across the room and around the huge conference table, chairs spinning as he passed them. I guess Germany forgot to censure the nickname he used for Feliciano. Mark my words, I will find out what was up with that nicknaming and why they didn't want to use it around me. But enough about that! The two guys Italy wanted to introduce to me to were also good looking. One was a tall brunette with tousled hair and green eyes. He wore brown pants and boots with a dusty yellow button up shirt with a thin red ribbon. He seemed to be teasing a shorter, but no less familiar, Italian. His hair was a little darker than Italy's, he even had that lone curl that defied gravity to an extreme extent. At least his eyes were open though, revealing a pleasant light brown color. He also wore a khaki uniform similar to Italy's. I'm guessing that this was Italy's brother. Possibly his twin. He looked over and his eyes widened in surprise.

"What the hell! When did you get a damn kid?!" he exclaimed in surprise and rushed forward.

"Neh, Romano! She's not mine! This is Anna, she can't remember where's she's from so we needed to find Alfred to see if he knew!" Italy exclaimed excitedly, almost dropping me while I clung to his shirt for dear life. I looked down, suddenly in the midst of another bout of social anxiety, and waved shyly.

"Ah, so you're an American? Are you sure she's American? She's really god damn quiet if she is. Anyway, I'm Romano, Feliciano's older brother! This tomato bastard is Antonio." I perked up at the word tomato. I could seriously munch on those deliciously confused vegetable/fruits all day long. I may pay for it later, that's a lot of fiber to digest, but I will do it.

"Look at that Romano, she seems to like tomatoes too!" Antonio exclaimed good naturedly while nudging Romano.

"It's very nice to meet you." I said, glancing up for a moment to find a tomatoes in my face, "EH?! Can I have that?! Thank you, Antonio!" I said with a grin as I took the tomato, wiggling until Italy put me down, and wiped it down with my shirt until it shined. I then proceeded to eat it. The three stared down at me in surprise as I happily munched it down.

"She eats it like an apple… but doesn't seem to be making a mess, so I guess it's okay." Germany said from behind me, "You like tomatoes?" I looked up at him and smiled, already halfway through with not a drop wasted.

"Yes, sir! I usually don't take food from strangers but Antonio seems nice, the tomato isn't damaged or punctured, and I really like tomatoes!" I exclaimed in a rush with a beaming smile. Did I mention I love tomatoes? They blinked back for a moment before Romano grinned wryly.

"Never mind. She's strange, but she's definitely American. I'll tell Alfred you're looking for him if I see him, Feliciano." Romano said while glaring at Germany. Did I detect a brother complex? Fantastic! I always wanted to see one in person! Germany patted my head, gaining my attention as I swallowed the last of the tomato.

"Go ahead and find a seat. Remember what I told you." he said firmly while giving me a gentle push. I gave him a soldier's salute with a smile before dashing off to find a proper seat. "If a five year old can give me a proper salute, you should too, Italy!" Germany exclaimed, not realizing I could hear.

"You back off from my brother, asshole!"

"Can it!" Germany growled at Romano, and then I was out of earshot. I glanced around the table, unsure of where I can sit, before spotting an odd person seated quietly with only what appeared to be a polar bear for company. He didn't seem to notice me as I walked up next to him. He had an odd shade of blond hair, I wasn't sure if it was a really light dirty blond or just the lighting. He also seemed to spurt a lone, gravity defying curl, though this one seemed different. For one, it actually formed a small loop. He also wore glasses over eyes that were blue but seemed to be slightly tinted in a lavender color. I couldn't see the details of his tan jacket from behind the oddly sized polar bear, and his pants were worn tucked into boots like most everyone else.

"Who are you?" the polar bear said, and while I recovered from shock that an animal could talk, the quiet guy replied back in an equally quiet voice.

"I'm Canada…"

"Nice to meet you, Canada!" I said shyly, causing him to jump, "You have a funny nickname like Italy and Germany!" I said conversationally while he reeled in what seemed to be shock.

"Y-You can see me?" he said tearfully. What the hell was I supposed to do but give the poor guy a hug? Geez, good looking people shouldn't cry. It's not fair.

"Who are you?" the polar bear asked as I tried to wrap my arms around both man and bear.

"I'm Anna!" I said with a laugh when Canada returned the hug, "Who are you and why can you talk?" I question back.

"I'm Kumajirou… I'm a polar bear."

"… So I see." I said dryly.

Lol, expect to see Russia and France in the next update! Oh, and I may have called Japan "Japan" despite Anna never hearing Japan called such. He's a rather difficult character to write, mostly because I want to write him as polite, which he is, but I'm not sure if Anna will be called -San or -Chan or no suffix at all because she's a child. Makes talking to Anna difficult for Japan, so if anyone has a better idea, please tell me! Oh, and I like to believe that France, though a rather perverted character who flirts with everyone under the sun, won't actually do anything Anna is uncomfortable with! So enjoy that in the next chapter, though who could blame Germany for being worried? Also, Romano is referred to as Romano because I figured it wasn't a country name so it would be alright to call him such in front of someone not a country. Any thoughts as to where America is? I can totally see him walking in late with a hamburger in one hand and a soda in the other.