A/N: I am so sorry for the lateness of this chapter! To be honest, I feel like I could have done better with this chapter but since many of you have been waiting awhile...well...yeah. Anyways, I will try to update more regularly. Don't forget to review! I really love reading them! As a matter of fact, they help motivate me so the more reviews, the better! WARNING: Not Beta'd so expect mistakes. Have any quirks or problems with them? Then please tell me by review and how to fix them. I'm an amateur writer trying to learn! :) Thank you and Enjoy the long awaited chapter 7!

Breakfast that morning was very eventful in Arthur's opinion. Luciano and Kuro got into heated arguments about one topic or another, but they somehow made up afterwards every time Flavio warned them about causing a mess. This sent Arthur reeling a bit in shock. If someone had had a fight in his world, physical or otherwise, then there would have been a grudge lasting for at least a few days before any apology was given. Arthur frowned when he thought about it.

'And even then…the apologies sound a bit forced' he thought to himself. He bit his lip and looked down at his half eaten breakfast. He had been a part of that circle of people who had held grudges against those who he thought had wronged him in some way or another. Somehow, that made him feel…wrong. He felt uncomfortable all of a sudden at the thought of someone being mad or hating him. A stabbing pain entered his heart and he clutched at his chest, looking down at his plate. A flash of something entered his head and he saw a blond man with glasses looking at him with desperate and angry eyes. Arthur was pointing something at him…

Bayonet…

Is that what that thing is? Wait, of course it is! Why is he questioning this…?

Suddenly, Arthur winced, a harsh stabbing pain entered his head and he placed his hand to put pressure on his forehead, hoping that it would stop the pain. Suddenly, the pain vanished and he found himself looking at Flavio with a confused gaze.

Flavio had noticed that Arthur was quiet and watched him for a few moments. He moved to gently stroke Arthur's face and chuckled when the boy blushed slightly. He swiped a few hairs behind Arthur's ear and rubbed his cheek affectionately with his thumb. "Are you okay, bambino?" he asked softly.

Arthur blinked slowly, his eyes giving off a dazed look before nodding. "What are we going to do after breakfast? Can we play!?" he asked, suddenly excited. 'Wait…what? Where did THAT come from…' he thought to himself, tilting his head slightly.

Flavio chuckled. "Something like that…Diego got the training room ready so we are going to start off with some training! It could be taken as playtime too…" Flavio mused.

Luciano swallowed down his breakfast before speaking. "Hell yeah! Playing with knives and guns is fun! You'll like it!" he exclaimed with a laugh. "I'm going to show you many tricks today!" he said, nodding at Arthur.

Arthur clapped. "Yay~!" he cheered, before going back to eating his breakfast. He tried to eat fast but Flavio stopped him.

"Hey now! There's no rush, little one! The training room will always be there so you don't have to scarf down your breakfast in such a manner…" he said with a chuckle. "We don't need you getting sick after all" he added.

Arthur nodded at the blond Italian and blushed in embarrassment. "S-Sorry…" he stuttered. Flavio hummed appreciatively and nodded, petting Arthur's head again.

"Don't worry about it, just try to eat at a more moderate pace, alright?' he said with a small chuckle. Arthur nodded and continued to eat breakfast, but at a much slower pace.

After breakfast, they went to the training room which basically looked like a standard gym with the addition of a gun range and boxing ring. Arthur tilted his head and looked around in awe. The place looked clean and, with his child eyes, looked a bit cooler than he thought it would. Arthur followed the others, who looked like they were headed to the gun range, before noticing a couple of wooden dummies in one corner of the gym.

"Those are for me, Arthur-chan" Kuro said, scooping up Arthur and placing him on his shoulders. "I use those to practice with my katana. They move from side to side as well" he said, chuckling at Arthur's awed expression. "The boxing ring and those punching bags are for Lutz-kun. He sometimes spars with us, but mostly with Luci-chan because he tends to give him a challenge…" he said with a nod. Arthur looked around a bit more since he had a better vantage point before they entered the gun range.

"Alright! We have lots of weapons we want you to practice with! So, be ready to pay attention, but also be careful" Flavio said, suddenly taking on a weary tone at the end. Arthur nodded, a determined expression on his face.

"I won't let you down!" he exclaimed, standing straighter and saluting Flavio. The adults blinked at Arthur's behavior before chuckling slightly. Arthur blushed heavily before quickly putting down his hand and clutching his arm in a nervous manner. "I, uh…Yeah, I'll do my best" he whispered, his face an epitome of embarrassment.

"Alright! Let's start with knife throwing!" Luciano exclaimed. He grabbed a knife and held it out for Arthur to take. Arthur did and Luciano showed him how to hold it properly. "Now, it's all in the wrist! Make sure you throw as hard as you can, but also make sure you don't slip" Luciano advised, helping Arthur hold the knife and mock throwing it so Arthur could get a feel of what his wrist should feel like when he wanted to throw the knife.

Arthur nodded and Luciano stepped back. They watched as Arthur narrowed his eyes at the target before throwing the knife at the target…and watching it imbed itself in the crotch area of the wooden dummy. There was a moment of silence before Luciano burst out laughing and patting Arthur's head. "Oh my god, that was awesome!" he exclaimed. The others seemed to laugh at where Arthur's knife seemed to stab the dummy as well.

"Holy shit!" Kuro exclaimed with a laugh. He patted Arthur's back and congratulated him. Arthur, however, was very confused.

"Huh? But…I didn't even get it in the middle! Or in any of the surrounding rings!" he exclaimed, looking back with a distraught expression. He was WAY off on the markers and he didn't quite understand why they would congratulate him. He saw a hand coming for him and flinched back, a small flashback entering his mind…

"Stupid Brat! You're off the mark again! How the hell are you supposed to defend yourself if you keep failing even at this, huh!?"

A hand suddenly came and slapped him, knocking him to the ground.

"You're a disgrace, Arthur…"

"ARTHUR!"

Arthur was brought back by a voice calling him and he looked up with a small gasp. Flavio frowned and rubbed at his cheeks. Why were they wet?

"You're crying, bambino…" he whispered softly, before bringing Arthur in for a hug. Arthur blinked, not sure what to do, but the warmth of Flavio's body was welcomed and he immediately sagged into the hug.

"I'm sorry…" he whispered, looking sadly away from them. " I…I don't know what…happened…" he spoke again, looking back at Flavio who had pulled away to look at Arthur.

"It's okay…do you wish to continue training?" the blond asked, grabbing onto the small Brit's face softly. Arthur thought about it for a moment before giving a shy nod.

"I want to continue…I don't want to let you down…" he said, a spark of determination entering his eyes. Flavio smiled and kissed Arthur's forehead before getting back up and nodding at his brother to continue the lesson.

"...Alright, let's keep practicing, bambino."

"Well…This is just fucking great" Scar mumbled, fluttering by Germany. The German sighed in annoyance and exasperation.

"How could we have gotten split up? I knew we shouldn't have come here" he grumbled, his fists tightening. Unfortunately, Alfred heard him and growled at the German behind his back.

"Fuck you! You would have jumped into that portal if it were Italy the one in trouble! So, fuck you and keep your goddamn mouth shut!" he growled, glaring at the German's back. There was a long moment of silence before Alfred huffed again. "Yeah…that's what I thought…" he mumbled.

Germany was quiet, not only to avoid a fight but also because he knew, deep down, that America was right. If it were Italy, he wouldn't have thought twice about going into the portal. A small stab of worry entered his being at the thought of Italy being in this new world, possibly alone. He had grown protective of his friend and when he realized Italy wasn't by him, he instantly felt his body freeze in horror. It took Scar slapping him out of it, which made America laugh and Canada too had surprisingly huffed a bit of laughter before looking at him apologetically.

They had been walking for a long time now and hadn't come across anything dangerous so far much to Germany's relief. 'Maybe this place isn't so bad…' he thought to himself as he took in their surroundings. 'Maybe this place isn't as dangerous as I thought…?'

Germany felt a small feeling of relief at the thought of Italy being safe, only for that feeling to be dashed away when he heard a loud growling noise come from the bushes.

"Holy shit, what's that!?" Alfred shrieked, jumping and grabbing a hold of his brother's arm. The bush in question began to shake and out jumped…a dog. However, it was the state of this dog that made everyone jump back in shock.

"Three heads…that thing has three heads" Matthew whispered in shock. The dog growled loudly at them and began to stalk towards them. The closer it got, the more menacing it looked. However, just as the dog was about to lunge at them, a loud voice was heard.

"AY! ROSCO, WHERE YOU AT BOY!"

The dog growled loudly with all three heads before the one in the middle gave a loud bark. The bushes rustled once more and a person walked out.

"…What the fuck is this?"

The three nations and fairy stared at the person who walked out. Alfred was the one who was gaping at the man the most…for he looked almost exactly like him. Alfred walked forwards slightly, stopping only when the dog gave a growl at him. His other self seemed to be just as startled at the sight of them. His shades were perched on top of his head and his grip tightened on the bat that was in his hand.

"Who the fuck are you?" his doppelganger asked, tilting his head and squinting his eyes at them in suspicion. "You're not…what the fuck…?" he breathed out, moving so he held his bat in both hands.

"Hey, hey! It's alright, dude! We come in peace and stuff!" Alfred exclaimed, holding up both hands in surrender. "My name's Alfred F. Jones! The US of A!" he exclaimed with a laugh.

His doppelganger's eye twitched. "Aw man, a yankie? Really? That's beat!" he exclaimed with a shake of his head. It was at that moment that the others realized that the Alfred clone had a different accent along with dark brown hair and reddish eyes.

"Whoa! Bostonian?" Alfred asked. His clone puffed out his chest in pride and a large smirk appeared on his face.

"Heh~ Yeah~!" he said, bringing his bat down and leaning on it. "Now…really, who the fuck are ya? Cuz I'm the only America here, lardface" he said, smirking at Alfred. Alfred's eye twitched.

"We…we're uh…We're from another world" Canada said, surprised when the other Alfred's gaze zeroed in on him.

"Another world, huh? Well shit…Oli was right. Huh…" he mused, gazing at them. "…The name's Allen. Come with me…" he said, gesturing to them to follow him. He gave a whistle and the three headed dog barked and began to follow him. The three nations looked at each other in uncertainty only for Scar to hit them on the back of their heads.

"Come on! He's a native and we stand no chance here. Besides, I have a feeling he can help us!" she exclaimed, flying to follow Allen. Canada followed first before his brother and Germany began to follow. As they followed Allen, Germany couldn't help but think about Italy and how he was doing.

'I hope he's alright…'

Meanwhile, miles away, a certain brown haired Italian woke up in a cell.

Arthur never thought that he would have so much fun in a bath. He was currently trying to build a makeshift castle out of bubbles and a rubber ducky was at his side, floating along the 'moat' around the so called castle.

"That's a really good fortress, you got there" Luciano said in amusement as he washed Arthur's hair. He was extremely grateful for the small British boy for behaving so well as he was being washed. Luciano expected to be splashed and hit with flying limbs as the boy tried to wiggle out of his hold, however, Arthur was the exact opposite. He hummed as he finished washing Arthur's hair and then grabbed a cup to fill with water to rinse his hair from the shampoo.

Once he was done, he crossed his arms on the side of the tub and watched Arthur play for a bit. After a few minutes, Arthur yawned and rubbed his eyes. Luciano took this as a sign to end the bath and promptly made the Brit stand up so he could rinse the boy's body of leftover soap. Then, he gathered the small boy with a towel and held him close for a bit. He settled the boy on the sink counter and began to towel dry his hair. Then, he took a hair dryer and began to blow dry it. He hummed as he did this, making sure the boy was fully dry and clean before taking Arthur to go get his clothes which Flavio said he would provide.

"…What? When the hell did he get this!?" Luciano exclaimed in shock. On the bed was a light green nightgown with a rabbit hood attached to it along with a pair of underwear. The Italian groaned and just decided to dress Arthur in it. After all, the boy did mention his favorite animal were rabbits. After he dressed Arthur up, he realized how cute he looked. "Meh…Not bad" he muttered. Arthur yawned again and looked like he was going to fall over until Luciano gathered him up and tucked him into bed. The Italian nodded and was about to leave when he felt a small hand close around his shirt tightly.

"Don't….want to be alone" Arthur whispered, his eyes closing slowly. Luciano looked back down at Arthur with a cool gaze before sighing.

"Scoot over, bambino" he mumbled, lifting the covers and getting into the bed. Arthur did so and then cuddled into Luciano once the Italian was situated. Luciano stared at Arthur as he fell asleep, carding his fingers through the dirty blond locks of his hair. He couldn't help but look at the scar around Arthur's neck and gently touched it. He sighed.

"I don't know what happened to you, bambino…but I promise you, you will never hurt again…Not while I'm around" Luciano mumbled, hugging Arthur to himself. There was a moment of silence before a chuckle was heard.

"It would seem Arthur has grown on you, brother~" Flavio purred, gliding into the room. Luciano glared at his twin before giving a huff and subconsciously cuddling the small boy in his arms.

"What do you want?" he asked, a hint of annoyance in his tone. Flavio hummed and got into the other side of the bed.

"…Oliver has called an emergency meeting…" he whispered. Luciano looked at Flavio, slightly alarmed.

"Does he…?" Luciano began to ask, but was cut off by his twin.

"Know about Arthur?" Flavio asked, guessing what his brother was trying to say. "No…Or at least, it doesn't seem so…We will leave Arthur here with Klaus. He is not ready to be with Oliver yet. The others have agreed to keep their mouths shut about Arthur too" he informed his brother. Luciano nodded and looked back down at Arthur. Flavio followed his lead and cuddled with them.

"…He's so small…" Luciano whispered, watching as Flavio traced circles on Arthur's cheek with his fingers. Flavio hummed and nodded in agreement.

"He's ours…" the blond Italian said. Luciano raised an eyebrow at his twin. He sighed.

"We're going to have to give him to Oliver…" he muttered. "Especially if we want to keep the peace here…" he finished, looking at his brother. He knew his twin was hooked and dead set on adopting Arthur, but they also had some sense of moral. "Keeping him from Oliver is a bit…wrong. Especially if they do turn out to be brothers…" he said.

Flavio sighed. "Yes, I know…Sorry. I'm just tired…" he mumbled. "Running the mafia is tough. I had to kill a couple of people because they were traitors, then I had to find the guy who turned them and got rid of him…" he said casually, sighing tiredly at the end of his story.

"Right…well, you should sleep then, you douche" Luciano mumbled, his eyes closing slightly. Flavio gave a chuckle.

"You learn that language from Allen?" he asked, amusement coating his voice. There was no answer. 'He fell asleep…' Flavio thought to himself, looking at his twin. Then, his eyes wandered to the ring on his brother's left hand. He smiled to himself at the memory of his twin's wedding and chuckled. "Maybe I should make a sleeping plan, so Lutz can have his husband back…" he mumbled before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

After all, it was technically siesta time in their household anyways...

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Yes, I've decided GerIta will be a thing. I mean...who doesn't like a little of that in their fics, haha! Anyways, Russia and the rest of the 'magic trio' will eventually show up in a few chapters so look forward to that! Also, optional question time!

1) What do you guys think will happen later on in this story? (I mean, I'm still going to write it as is from my mind, but it's interesting to know others points of view and their trains of thoughts! :3 )

2) Should Arthur adopt Lutz and Klaus to be his big brothers? (I follow the headcanon that Germania was originally Arthur's daddio so that would make the German bros his half-brothers...eh, so lemme know if this is something you guys can get behind because...well, I kinda want it to happen but I'm still unsure...)