Thanks for the feedback guys! I'll stop being a needy child now, but it's nice to feel the love every once in a while. Now I give you the Omake that I promised. It stars Romano and Spain :3 For the bonus that the OP put in the request and also for my own pleasure. Funnily enough my mother is both Spanish (from Barcelona, Spain) and Sicilian. Made me go "awwww" when I saw them together in the comics and in fanfics.

Omake~

House sighed as he was back to throwing his tennis ball against the wall of his office. Right now all he could do was wait as his team ran the tests he had asked for and wait for his patient's family to get here. Unfortunately, Braginski's older sister wasn't coming as fast she had implied she would and therefore House was bored. Hence the tennis ball tossing. As the door to his office opened he didn't pause in his throwing and simply turned to look at his annoying, yet admittedly hot, boss.

Said boss looked at her most irritating employee and crossed her arms. House enjoyed the view that was created because of this action.

"Why aren't you in the clinic?" she asked.

Toss, thump.

"We have a patient."

Toss, thump.

"You're only running tests right now."

Toss, thump.

"Waiting for the family."

Toss, thump.

"It's been an hour since you called them."

Toss, thump.

"How did you know?"

Toss, thump.

"Cameron. Will you stop that?"

Toss, thump, toss, thump, toss, thump-

Cuddy grabbed the ball mid-air and as House went to get up, she hid it behind her back and started to move towards the door. House froze and stared her down. Cuddy knew that House knew that he would never be able to get his ball back if she decided to make a run for it with her hostage, even though she was in 4-inch heels. House gave her a hard glare and sat back down.

"What do you want?" House asked grudgingly, already knowing the answer he was going to get.

"I want you to do your clinic hours." He gave her an annoyed looked.

"You're already bored. I just want you to do your job and whether you like it or not, doing clinic hours is part of your job." Cuddy moved the ball back in front of her and waved it in his face a bit, in case her reasoning didn't make it through to him. She smirked when he missed as he tried to swipe it.

"You've got some time to kill and as soon as one of his sisters come, you can leave," she bargained. House sighed and nodded.

"Now give me my ball back." She grinned and tossed it to him.

"But I'm not happy about this," he yelled at her as she left.

"When are you ever?" she yelled back.

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House seethed as he made his way down to the clinic. Time to treat the brain dead masses for sicknesses that he could diagnose in his sleep and could be cured with a bit of cough syrup. He gave a grunt as he pushed the clinic door open and looked at the people in the waiting room. Which idiot was going to be his victim?

House's attention was caught by a loud angry voice. He looked to his right and saw two men, one sheepish looking and the other one the owner of the angry voice. And he was...yelling at him in Italian?

House signed himself in at the nurse's station. The nurse sitting there looked smug.

"Soooo, Cuddy finally managed to drag you down here?" she said as she handed him a clipboard. House looked up at her, his face deadpan.

"Sure, if that's what you call 'bribed by having sex with', 'dragging' these days," House sneered at her. The nurse rolled her eyes, but the both of them jumped a long with the rest of the room when the Italian man's voice got louder. The other man was trying to calm him down despite being the one with the bleeding head. House looked at the nurse and then at the two making a commotion.

"I'll take them," he said. The nurse's mouth dropped as the doctor that was notorious for avoiding the clinic like the plague volunteered to treat someone.

"Hey, you! Goombah!" House yelled at them from the side of the nurse's station.

The Italian stopped his shouting in shock and simply stared at the grungy looking doctor that had yelled at him.

"Grab your friend and go into room three," House told them as he made his way towards the room.

The Italian said something that sounded like curses under his breath, grabbed the ditzy looking man, and started dragging him to the door.

House sat on the stool and set the clipboard down onto his lap as he waited for the two to come into the room. When they did, he gestured towards the reclining chair for patients and rolled over on his stool so that he could shut the door behind them.

"So, what's the problem gentleman?" House asked as he uncapped his pen.

"What? You can't tell just by looking at him?" the Italian said rudely, gesturing towards his companion's bleeding head. House snorted rudely.

"Yeah, I can see that, but how did it happen, smartass?" House shot back at him.

"Ehhh, it was just a bit of an accident is all," the other man spoke for the first time. House noted in his head that he had a Spanish accent and from the way he lisped his 's', he was from around Madrid. The Italian blushed a dark red and crossed his arms.

"It was all your fault, you bastard!" he yelled at him. The ditzy man just nodded and started to explain to the doctor.

"See, Lovino was cooking paella, my favorite!, and I just thought he looked like he needed a hug because he was frowning like he usually does, but when I hugged him, something came flying out of nowhere! Next thing I knew I was on the floor and my head was bleeding!"

The Italian, Lovino, was flushing an even deeper red, but this time it seemed it was more out of embarrassment. House guessed that he had hit him by reflex and that the Spaniard had hit his head against something when he went flying.

"Riiight. Okay then. Name?" House asked as he finished writing down 'minor head trauma, no sign of concussion'.

"Oh," the man gave a hearty laugh. "Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. This is Lovino Vargas." House raised an eyebrow at the extra information and Lovino simply scowled.

"Okay then, let's take a look at this," House said as he picked up some gauze and rubbing alcohol.

Antonio winced as the doctor dabbed the wound with the gauze after he had put some of the alcohol on it. Lovino hovered anxiously behind him.

"It's stopped bleeding already, you don't need any stitches," House told them as he finished cleaning up the wound. He grabbed a few bandages out of another drawer and covered up the wound. He took out a penlight next and flicked it into the man's eyes to make double sure that he didn't have a concussion. House nodded to himself when he saw that nothing was wrong like he had thought and went back to his stool.

"Alright, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, you're free to go. Make sure that your boyfriend doesn't accidentally beat you up anymore." House ignored the sputtering Italian as the Spaniard thanked him with a wide smile and grabbed the younger man.

But before leaving, he paused in front of the doctor with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Ah, are you the doctor treating Ivan Braginski?"

Lovino stopped struggling at this and gave the Spaniard a sharp look.

"What are you talking about bastard?" he asked. Antonio turned his head towards his friend and pointed at the doctor's name badge.

"His name is Dr. House and I heard from Francis who heard from Matthew who heard from his brother Alfred that Russia was in the hospital here and is being treated by a Dr. House," the Spaniard explained.

House raised his eyebrows as he looked the two men over again. Were they involved with that world meeting as well?

"Are you guys friends of his?" House asked curiously, always anxious to unearth as much information as he could about his patients. Lovino made a rude noise under his breath and grumbled something that sounded like 'yeah right, not with that creepy bastard!', but House wasn't sure if he had heard him correctly or not.

"Well, not friends exactly, but we work together and we've known each other for a long time," Antonio happily supplied.

"Work together?" House asked. "Are you guys world representatives too?"

"Si! I'm the representative for EspaƱa and Lovino here is one of the two representative's for Italia!" Antonio said even though the Italian was gripping his arm hard and whispering what House knew to be 'shut up' in a mixture of both Italian and Spanish.

"Really?" House said. Why were all these representatives so young? Although the Spaniard was a little older, perhaps in his mid-twenties, the Italian barely looked any older than his patient.

"I guess we'll be having a lot of you guys here then," House said. Antonio gave him a curious look.

"Both of Braginski's sisters should be coming here soon," House explained.

And at this both of their faces looked like they had been drained of blood and although Antonio was still smiling, albeit forcefully, there was a gleam of horror in his bright green eyes. The Italian looked about ready to wet himself with fear and now it was the Spaniard's turn to hold his arm. Although this time it was stop him from making a run for the door.

"You mean Natalia is going to be here?" Antonio asked him.

House was a little confused at their reactions. Was everyone scared of this chick?

"Uh, yeah," House told them.

Antonio gave an audible swallow and grabbed House's hand to give it a brief shake.

"Gracias, Dr. House, y buenos suerte," Antonia said as he grabbed the Italian and ran out the door.

House looked at his hand and then at the open door at the two retreating men. He shook his head and gathered his things. That was weird.

As House made his way towards the nurse's station he was stopped by Cuddy.

"House! What did you do to them? They looked like they were running for their lives!" Cuddy exclaimed as she watched the two men sprint out of the hospital.

For once House had nothing smart to say.

"I have no idea. The ditzy Spanish guy just mentioned that he worked with my patient and when I said that his sisters were going to be here, they ran out like bats out of hell," House told her.

Cuddy raised an eyebrow, but when she saw that House was just as confused as she was, she just looked concerned.

"Why would they be afraid of his sisters?" she asked him. House shook his head.

"Not both of them. Just one. The younger one actually," House said as he handed his paperwork to the nurse working the desk. The nurse tsked over his terrible penmanship, but House ignored her.

"The younger one?" Cuddy repeated.

"Yeah, he even asked me if she was coming, by name," House said as he leaned against the station.

"Well, that's weird. Anyway, one of them is here. So I guess you're free to go," she told him, looking annoyed that she couldn't keep him in the clinic for much longer. House looked happy for a second, but then he frowned again.

"Which one is it?"

"I don't know, but I sent her to your office," Cuddy said.

"Gee, thanks," House said as he started hobbling towards the door.

"If you get assaulted, you know, again, make sure that someone's there to witness it. I don't want another messy lawsuit against the hospital," Cuddy said jokingly.

House just ignored her as he made his way towards the elevators. Hopefully the girl waiting in his office wouldn't be the one that everyone seemed to be terrified of. He really didn't need any more war wounds to show off.

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Cliffhanger~ So who do you think it is? Ukraine or Belarus?

Oh, and in case someone doesn't know any Spanish. Antonio said "Thanks Dr. House, and good luck" Yup, Antonio, he'll need it.