AN: You know how I said I will update tomorrow? Well, I lied. Have one more chapter, and that's it for today! I also call England "Eggy" for short because "Iggy" is Igirisu in Japanese, and there's no reason for Italy and America speak Japanese. At least that little cliffhanger is now gone for now~ ouo;; Sorry for making England really jerky towards America, it's for the "plot", and please notify me with a PM or a review if you can detect any error in my story~ Now on to the story!

Shit, I messed up really terribly. America thought franticly.

Think Italy think! Come up with a lie that can perfectly cover up England's slip-up! Italy panicked.

"Oh, um, ve…. Alfred and I work in this huge company that has many employers from different countries all over the world. Some of their names are… Quite complicated to pronounce, and it's tiring to say, "hey you" or "hey you with the dark t-shirt", so we just call each other names depending on which country they were born in. If both are born in the same country, we just call them by their last names and such," Italy stammered as he rambled.

"It seems like a story I just made up, but it's the truth, I assure you. Alfred and I are perfectly healthy, sane people, ve…."

Alcwyn nodded understandingly. "I see. I'm sorry for being suspicious. You two were reminding me of someone or something I read about in a novel. It must be a pain to explain that to others, and I would also be uncomfortable as well when I would have to explain this to others. It would also take quite a mouthful too!"

Italy took a swig of his glass of milk. "It really is a mouthful to explain this to everyone. That's why we try to say our real names in the public as much as possible and try to learn each other's names. In the company building, we don't care about that at all and call each other by their "country" names."

Alcwyn nodded once again. As he realized how tense the atmosphere was, he broke the silence once again with an offer.

"Say, why don't we call it a day and continue this conversation tomorrow? I'm sure you're exhausted after all this action that took place today."

Alfred checked the time by casting a glance at his wristwatch. It was 8:59 in the evening according to his watch. Mildly surprised by how fast time can fly away, Alfred replied, "You're right, it's late enough to call it a night. You do have to call it a day, especially if a mad old Eggy yells at your face, well ear."

Suddenly yawning, Alfred then groggily dragged his feet to the right side and crashed into the wall, which knocked his glasses out of his face.

"You should've stayed until I told you where the bedrooms were…" Alcwyn faltered as he shook his head.

A man stared at his monitor screen with a deep concentration. He was typing furiously as his eyes were trained on a blip that was blinking continuously. He looked just over the age of twenty with a chestnut brown hair. He also wore a lab coat and a brown turtleneck under it. He had a gleaming green badge with the text S: A1 on it, pinned onto his lab coat.

"Oh, so I see this friend of ours is also residing in a little burrow of his own," he mused.

"It's a good thing that Gray Face put a tracking device on Mr. Gribworth. It'll be easier to plan a surprise assault now. Also, no one will be watching, since no one lives underground in Venice except Mr. Gribworth and us," the man said out loud to no one, but just to himself. He then broke into a large Cheshire Cat-like grin.

The man casually walked down the corridor of the underground building. There was probably several more of these all over the world, including two main headquarter buildings. He stopped at one of the doors with a number 276 numbered on it. The man reached out his hand and touched the door, which triggered a pass code number pad. He hastily unpinned his badge and pressed it against the lock.

With a satisfying click, the door slid open, which revealed a woman in her twenties, calmly sitting in the middle of the room.

"What brings you here, Lap Dog? I thought you were on suspension," She drawled.

The man clenched one of his fists. "You wish that happened. Your ears must have problems. Go to the hospital to treat it. He just gave me a fair warning, and I was granted more power to dutifully carry out his orders," Lap Dog proudly boasted.

The lady wrinkled her nose in disgust; unpleased with the recent information she was given. "Well, if you just came here to show off, you may gladly leave my room. Now," she coldly demanded.

"Ah, but what if I have something to report to my fellow commander in charge of this area?" Lap Dog questioned innocently.

"Ah, why don't you just get on with it?" the lady snapped, mimicking lap Dog's tone of voice.

"I have tracked down where Mr. Gribworth is currently staying at, and it's possible to take action very immediately. Those Gray Faces are actually surprisingly useful. I should assign more chores for them to complete," Lap Dog rambled as he reported.

The lady raised her eyebrows, wordlessly urging Lap Dog to continue.

"If possible, we can capture Mr. Gribworth, or possibly steal the files. Both would work either way. But I've heard that there are approximately two people also staying with Mr. Gribworth." Lap Dog concluded.

The lady smiled, obviously satisfied. "I see, thank you for the wonderful information. You may now get out of my office right now at this instance." The lady then forcefully shoved the scientist out of her office and into the hallway, as the door closed.

"She's the feisty type, isn't she?" The scientist said to himself as he walked back to the direction he came from.

"Here are the bedrooms," Alcwyn said as he gestured his hands to indicated which was going to be their sleeping rooms.

"T'nks," America mumbled as he slowly walked to one of the bedroom like a zombie.

"Ve~ Grazie!" Italy cried out in a bubbly manner. He then skipped into his room. Alcwyn stared at the two rooms for a while, then snapped back into reality. With a sigh, he switched off the lights, also returning to his bedroom.