AN: I think this may have been sort of rushed, but I had an idea, and started writing. Oi! WEST!

Germany- *sigh* I really wish you and Prussia would stop calling me that.

Prussia- Aw, but it's awesome.

Romana- Guys.

Germany and Prussia- Romana Vargas 96 owns nothing but Luna, Jasper, and Ella.

Romana- Yep. If I did, all the Hetalia characters would be at my house. (laughs)

Chapter 3: Best Day EVER!

As we walked back, I got an idea. "Hey, you know how global warming's really hurting all of us?" I asked Lovino and Luna.

"Yeah, what about it?" asked Lovino.

"What if we all set up some sort of fair. Like, have a benefit concert and games, and raise money to help charities?" I asked, turning around to face them, walking backwards.

"That's a pretty good idea, Ella." Luna said. "By the way, you might want to turn around. Jasper's behind you."

"Huh? Oh, hey Jazzy." I said, turning around to face my tanned, blonde haired brother.

"America was worried. He thought Russia might have kidnapped you when he wasn't looking." Jasper, aka Texas, said. He's always so stiff. Well, he did fight in the Civil War. And the Alamo. And World War 1 and 2. Dang, he fought in a heck of a lot of wars, didn't he?

"Don't worry, Jazz." I said. "If France or Russia comes, I've got my pistol with me." I rolled my eyes. Yeah, I had a pistol, and some other weapons, including a lipstick with a knife inside it. What? My brothers are paranoid. I don't blame them. Other than Alaska and Hawaii, I am the youngest.

"Come on." Jasper said, taking my arm. He took me back to America.

"There you are," said America, "I was so worried. But when Russia and France said that they hadn't seen you, I got even more worried and sent Texas after you. Now, come on. There's a lot of things we have to talk about."

"But, Big Brother…" I said, just as Lovino and Luna were walking in. "I don't want to go home just yet. I never get out and see the city."

"That's because it's dangerous." America said.

"I...I can watch her for you, America." Lovino said, walking up. "I wouldn't let her run off or get hurt."

"Huh? Ok, Romano." America said. "But, if I see one scratch on her, one hair out of place, you'll have to deal with me." Now you see how protective he is of me? I'm Big Brother's Little Sis.

"Don't worry, Big Brother. I've got practically all my weapons with me." I said, showing him my weapons bag that somehow appeared out of nowhere. (AN: Don't you love how that happens?) "Now, how about me and Romano leave, while you finally get around to finishing that video game with Tony?"

"Oh, right! I haven't finished Super Smash Bros. Brawl!" America shouted, before running to his car.

"Now, let's leave before he finds out he left his things here." I said, grabbing Lovino's hand and running out. "So, where should we go?"

"Well, where do you want to go?" Lovino asked. I thought for a second. I had never been to Coney Island.

"Weelll…. I've never been to Coney Island." I said, sheepishly.

"Well, come on then." Lovino said, smiling.

Time Skip Lovino's p.o.v.

I couldn't believe it. We've been having so much fun that now, she was sitting next to me in a restaurant, telling me about herself. And I was actually listening. So far I've learned that she is a Sagittarius, she's into paranormal romance, and she loves Italian food. Before, it had all been just a game to me. Just one date, without even caring about them. But her…She's so delicate, so sweet, so…perfect. I wonder how well she is at fighting.

"So, what else do you want to know?" Ella asked, turning to me.

"Um…What kind of music do you like?" I asked, smiling at her.

"Honestly, I love music from around the world. I also enjoy country music and pop music." She said, smiling softly.

"Oh! Wow, it's 10:46." I said, checking my watch. "We should probably get you home."

"Oh, right. Big Brother would get mad if I'm not home soon." She said, getting up. We went to my Lamborghini, and I drove her home. As we walked to her door, she turned to me. "Thanks for the best day ever."

"No problem." I said. She kissed me on the cheek and went inside, leaving me there in shock. I quickly recovered and when back to my car. As soon as I got in, I called Spain.

"Hola?" my some-what friend asked once he picked up.

"It's me, tomato bastard. I have a bit of a problem." I sighed.

"What is it, mi little tomato?" Spain asked.

"I'm in love with a State." I said.