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A/N: -and there is plot.

"WaarRUUUMmm?..." Germany growled behind his steering wheel in that little German car we talked about before. For before the poor fellow was the largest traffic jam that the world had to offer. His fists clenched and released around the the leather circle in between his hands-at 10 and 2, just like your supposed to have your hands at all times on the wheel. It was 2:34, and apparently everyone was rushing back to there place of work or home after a nice lunch out. Great. Just great. Germany growled again. This was taking forever just to get to Torrigiani, let alone walking to that garden they were actually going to. It would surely be night fall by the time they actually got there, and he felt like such an idiot for suggesting this, and maybe he should just call up Italy to cancel-

Just then a short vibration was sent down the inner wall of his black breaches. He sat straight up in shock. Apparently, he wasn't expecting a phone call at this moment. Getting over the initial shock, he scanned over the seemingly thousands of cars that seemed to surround him. If there was anytime to take one hand off the wheel (oh, the horror!) and answer a phone call, this was it. Right here. Resting in a standstill ocean of other persons who also seemed to be upset with the current delay of traffic. Okay, he's got this. Slowly, his 2 o'clock had slide down to 6 o'clock. Then it shot down to his trousers, stuffing itself into the pocket of his pants, and back onto 2 o'clock before you can say 'Heiliger Herr, das war schnell'. Checking the caller I.D, he growled once more in pure annoyance. East.

"Was wollen Sie?" Ludwig snapped at his older brother through the phone. He didn't like this one bit. Here he was, in Florence for God's sake, and he had to answer a call from Gilbert with a crowd of horrible Italian drivers ready to run him over? Really? Was this necessary?

"Hallo to you, too, West," The rep. of a nation that no longer existed chided back. "Having a bad day, are we?"

"Not until you called,"

"Ouch, now, that hurts bruder. Anyway, where are you? I had assumed you were kidnapped by ninjas or some shit 'cause you didn't answer all those calls I made to the house. What's going on?"

"I'm just going to see Veneziano, ist all," Germany mumbled.

"WHAT! Why didn't you take me with, Weeest? I like Italian chicks as much as the next person!"

"Another good reason not to take you,"

"Aww, but We-"

Ludwig was blown away from his previous conversation as a series of loud car horns rudely announced that traffic was moving again. Feeling rather embarrassed, he shifted the phone onto his shoulder to keep his hands at the appropriate placements. Sure, the world was a little crooked now, but the manual said nothing about head placement, so he figured this was fine. "Schauen. The traffic is moving again. If you don't start talking, I'm going to have to hang up,"

"Okay, okay, I get it. Sheesh, my little bruder is out driving, but just listen a second. I need to borrow that old car you got in the shed outback,"

Germany nearly rear-ended the poor soul in front of him, "Why should I even think about letting you borrow him after what you did to Hedwig last spring!"

Prussia paused for a moment. Back in Berlin, the boy was staring into a full length mirror at the awesomely dressed-up man he somehow managed to plaster over himself. "It's...an emergency," he supplied.

"An emergency that requires you to drive out to Pausin to get another car?"

The man winced at the harsh sounds coming from his phone, "Will you loan it to me or not?"

"I wouldn't loan him to you even if it was an emergency. He's too-" Prussia closed the phone and threw it behind him on the bed.

"Figures my lame-ass brother wouldn't lend it. Good thing I stole the spare keys a week ago," he chuckled as he threw a key ring up in the air and caught it with ease.

"-old and fragile," Germany finished to the deadline. "Ugh, Prussia," He pressed down on the end-call button, and slide it down in the cup holder. He decided he was doing 50 push ups tonight, to repent for his horrible driving habit display, after he's...huh-guess that would be c-called a date, right?- with Italy. Concentrating more on the road like he should have been doing this whole time, he was relieved to see he was on Viale Vasco Pratolini. In no time he was parked out in front of the Gardino Torrigiani. Not exactly the most extravagant gardens in Italy, but it had its perks. Like parking spaces-insert disgusted, German face here at such obvious sarcasm.

Anyway, looking around, he was surprised not to see Italy waiting for him by the scooters (Which are everywhere, damn, why are there so many?) Slightly worried, Ludwig checked at his wristwatch to see it was 3:10. 3:10. Hhmmm, well this doesn't work out very well, now does it? Ludwig glanced over at the row of houses lining the opposite side of the road. Then over at the large brick wall that blocked the casual view of the garden behind it. Which should he check first? Would he even be here yet? Where were his chances of finding him the greatest? Hm?

Over in one of the homes was a pretty, little girl staring at him through the screen door. She blushed slightly when she was caught looking at him. Flustered, Germany froze waiting to see what she would do. Working up the nerve, he called out to her, "Ciao!" To be perfectly honest, that would have freaked anyone out. His crazy way of trying to seem friendly worked completely against him, so it was no shock when the girl flinched and almost turning around to run deeper into the house... See how I said almost? For the girl grew a stiffer upper-lip, and stopped her instinctive choice to run away. Making herself relax, she opened the screen door.

"Ciao," she called hesitantly back at him. Ludwig was pleasantly shocked. He might be able to have a conversation with this native!

"Yes! HAVE you see a hyperactive ITALIAN anywhere?"

"A Italian?" The girl questioned, almost giggling. Yes, this must be the man Feliciano was talking about. Either that, or she was talking to a physco-killer like Feliciano had also warned about. She still wasn't quite sure which.

Her accent rang to Ludwig's with a most pleasant ring that he had never had the joy of hearing-completely ignoring Italy's own accent, because apparently he didn't count. "YES! HE IS about THIS tall," He motioned to an area around his shoulder. "and HE is VERY talkative!"

She smiled, "You have described all the men in Italia, sir,"

"His name is Feliciano Vargas. Do you know him?" He blushed, and calmed down from his sudden humbling from the shy girl across the street.

"Are you Ludwig?"

"Yes, I am,"

The girl's smile came once again, but even brighter, "Then he is here. He ask me to watch out for you, and to invite you in when you came if he wasn't up. Please, do come in,"

A/N: hurrah! things are happening! and Prussia...well, he's doing stuff too, i suppose ;3

oh, and by-the-by, im almost completely relying on google's map & translate for some of the information here. like there supposedly really is a road in Florence called Viale Vasco Pratolini and the time Germany took to get from Pausin to Florence was a fudged time that didn't quite work, so i made Germany break a couple speeding laws ^.^ so anyway, if anything you find here seems a little odd, or just completely off with that kind of thing, please do tell me about it so that it can be fixed.

Thank you for reading, and please review. I'd like to hear what you have to say about this...thing here.