HERRO DERE EVERYONE! Here's the next chapter! Sorry for the late update... Oh, I must ask a favour from you guys. Could we just pretend that every character lives in the same country? Lets pretend they all live (This is going to sound dirty) in...America!

Disclaimer- I do NOT own Hetalia!

The next day was a dark one. The weather was terrible with stormy clouds and massive amounts of rainfall. Even though the weather wasn't good, Japan still wanted to see Portugal.

He decided to call her up and invite her over, but that would be awful if he encouraged her to go out in this weather and get sick. Maybe he could rent a car and pick her up? No, that would be too expensive.

A frightening idea struck Japan, one that he never thought of considering. It was terrifying, horrible, and it might just work. He thought he had to become a better man for Portugal and get over his fears.

Japan picked up his phone and called up one of his friends. This friend was known for his incredible driving. Japan had no intentions of ever riding in his car ever again, but he was probably the only one willing to agree to help him out.

"Herro?" Japan greeted, wondering if someone was even on the other line.

"Ciao! Is that Japan?" Italy asked happily. He hadn't spoken with Japan in a while, so he was glad to hear from him.

"Yes. How are you, Itary-kun?"

"I'm great!" He piped, chewing some food while speaking.

The two buddies spoke for quite a while. Well, it was mostly Italy talking about his day so far and how he hated this kind of weather. Japan finally mustered up the courage and finally asked Italy, "Can I ask you for a favour?"

"Sure, anything for you, Japan!"

Japan took a deep breath. He still wasn't up for the whole idea. It was very extreme and Japan was starting to feel desperate for ever considering this.

"Are you busy right now?"

There was a brief silence on the other line before a response was heard.

"Nope! I'm just eating pasta!"

Japan hesitantly told Italy he needed a ride. He even invited Italy to come along and join Portugal and him for dinner or something. Italy reluctantly agreed and stormed off to get ready.

Japan sighed as he hung up the phone. He debated if Portugal would enjoy this surprise or if she would instantly reject him, leaving the date for him and Italy to enjoy alone.

Italy surely wouldn't mind being a third wheel because he probably didn't even know what a third wheel was.

Japan impatiently paced around his house, waiting for Italy's arrival. After a long awaited half an hour somebody knocked lightly on Japan's front door. He hurriedly stumbled his way over to the door and opened it with a soft smile. Italy stood right outside the doorway wearing a black raincoat and an umbrella above his head to protect himself from the rain.

"Good afternoon, Itary. Do you want to come inside for some tea?" Japan offered, moving out of the doorway and gesturing for him to come inside.

"Ciao~! It's alright, Japan! We should head out now because the rain will slow us down!" Italy suggested, grinning brightly.

Japan nodded and got his coat on. He grabbed his umbrella and headed outside, not even bothering to open the umbrella. In front of his house, a shiny red sports car was parked on the street. He wiped his sweaty palms onto his coat and gripped the handle of the car door. The door popped open swiftly as Japan slowly got comfortable in the back seat.

"What took you so long, Italy?" A familiar voice asked with annoyance as Italy hopped into the drivers seat.

"Sorry, fratello! My umbrella wouldn't close!" Italy whined to his brother who was siting in the passenger's seat. Japan would have liked to ask why Romano tagged along, but Italy was quick as he stuck the key in ignition and began driving to what Japan thought was faster than the speed of light.

The driver sped away quickly to a destination he had never been to before. Italy wasn't sure if he was going in the right direction or where he should make turns, but he just assumed where to go and hoped to get lucky. Japan was doing the same thing. He wished that there wouldn't be any problem driving to Portugal's house.

After about an excruciatingly long half an hour, Italy's car came to an abrupt stop. "Is this the place, Japan?"

The Japanese man shakily placed his hand on the door handle and crawled out of the car, unable to regain his balance. He somehow managed to drag himself over to the front door of the rather small home and tapped his fist lightly against the wooden door. Luckily for him it had stopped raining during their drive.

"Japao?" Her adorable voice asked, slightly peeking her head out the door.

"Ah, g-good morning, P-Portugar-san!" He stuttered, finding it hard to speak properly after that horrendous driving experience.

"What brings you here today?"

"I-I was wondering if you wirr go out with m-me for dinner!" He yelled confidently, immediately going silent afterwards to tone down the blush beginning to grow upon his face.

Portugal didn't need a single moment to think. "I would love to," She piped gladly, running inside to grab her coat and umbrella just in case the rain resumed to pour.

Japan couldn't refrain from smiling. His plans to surprise the Portuguese woman were successful and she was without a doubt pleased to go out with him. He mentally questioned if he should have mentioned the pair of Italians in his car who would be accompanying them, but she would find out about them in a moment, so he let the thought slide.

She slipped on her long, purple coat and closed the front door, locking it behind her as she grabbed Japan's hand, reluctantly leading him to the car in the driveway. The couple seated themselves in the back and buckled their seatbelts. Japan suddenly became aware that Portugal would find out about his cowardly fear of Italian driving. He quickly became worried that she would also be frightened and regret coming on the trip.

The Italians simultaneously turned their heads and faced the two in the back, sending uncomfortable vibes to the back seats.

"Ciao, Portugal~!" Italy grinned, welcoming the lady to his car with his charming attitude.

"Ola!" She exclaimed.

Romano seemed quite troubled, like something had caught his tongue. "Ciao." He spat out coldly, turning back to face the windshield. Portugal glared before moving her gaze to the Japanese man.

Japan was unsure of what their relationship was or how it had achieved such levels of straightforward hatred and he couldn't possibly believe how someone could come to act that way towards Portugal. He was an intelligent man to not stick his nose in their business, but he couldn't figure out an answer to this difficult problem.

Italy smiled, oblivious to everything as always, and pulled out of the driveway. Japan braced himself and tried to protect his manliness and pride as the car sped away. To his astonishment, Portugal found the ride very entertaining.

"Today will be the day I confess." Japan thought.

I must apologise yet again for the terribly long delay for the update. Lack of inspiration=Lack of focus=Lack of writing. I'm a procrastinator at their best! And, if Nadia is out there, I wrote a little something in there that only you, and Spain would notice. Hint- It's one of your nicknames.