It was already night time in Popstar, and the newest employees of Castle Dedede had been given places to sleep in for the night. The Allied Forces found themselves in a bunch of spare rooms at the east of the gigantic castle, and Germany and Japan were given rooms near to Meta Knight's chambers as it was easier for them to be reached from there in case of Dedede's need of their service. Italy was left to Parm and Memu, who easily let them stay in their guest room out of kindness and their like for his bubbly personality.

Fumu was lying in bed, pretty much sound asleep as it was midnight now. She stirred slightly in her sleep and woke slowly all of a sudden.

The girl sat up in bed.

"I just had a feeling someone was in here," she mumbled to herself, settling back down. "Must've been dreaming..."

"Hey young girl!" a cheery man's voice piped up. "Can I ask you something?"

Fumu jumped up and nearly screamed, but she paused at who she saw.

The man standing at her doorway looked like a taller, more muscular version of Italy but with an extra curl of hair going above his head and he looked like he was packing on some stubble. The mystery figure was also dressed in a toga and had the same squint as Veneziano.

"Hold on!" Fumu realised, thinking back to sometime earlier in the day. "You're Italy's grandpa, aren't you? Uh.. Rome, wasn't it?"

The once mighty nation smiled at the fact he'd been recognised by someone who wasn't his grandson finally.

"You are a bright girl, aren't you?" Rome chuckled, folding his arms. "Yes! I am the almighty Roman empire with my sculpture like beauty and dashing, women-attracting looks!" He paused to flex his muscles and pose. "You don't happen to know where Veneziano is, do you?"

Fumu nodded. "He's in our guest room, over there." She pointed out helpfully and got out of bed in her nightdress. "I'll show you. Hang on... How did you come in here?"

Rome laughed. "I'm only passing. It's just heaven, hell and this in between. Now which room is it again?"

Fumu opened her bedroom door and pointed to the very end of the corridor. "That one on the left."

"Ah, thank you young madam," Rome said gratefully. He walked up to the room and opened the door to let himself in and closing the door behind himself.

"Aha! There's my cutest grandson!" the fallen empire was heard saying inside. A sound which sounded like he was smushing Veneziano's cheeks (which was probably so) came along with mutters of 'So damn cute!'

"Ve..." a small voice mumbled. "Ve... Pasta..."

Rome came out quietly with a placated look on his face. He smiled thankfully at Fumu.

"He's just fine," Rome reassured with a sigh and a grin. "I have to check up on him every night, just to make sure he's OK. Ah, I can't bear the thought of my lovely grandsons having bad nights in... Well, thank you for your help, young miss. I'll be off then."

Rome walked out for the front door and it was silence once again.

Fumu stood there for a while, wondering if what she'd seen was a dream or indeed the ghost of a dead nation was coming to check on his grandson.

***

"Ve... Ve..." Italy snored peacefully in his bed. "Ve... Ve..."

"He sure is a late sleeper, isn't he?" Bun remarked, leaning over the brown haired country's bed with Kirby at his side.

"Poyo!" agreed Kirby, jumping on Veneziano's bed and bouncing. "Poyo poyo veh veh!"

"Ve~" snoozed Italy. "Grandpa Rome..." He yawned and rolled over.

"Ve!"copied Kirby. He hugged Veneziano's back and ve-d every time Italy did so.

Bun couldn't help but giggle at this.

"He's really just like Kirby!" the boy said to himself. "All Italy-san thinks about is sleeping and eating..."

All of a sudden Italy stirred and opened his golden-brown eyes, looking quite mystified.

"Ve~?..." he mumbled, half awake. His eyes closed again, but this time he was going back to squinting. Kirby jumped off his back and poyoed a good morning.

"Oh, hello Bun!" Italy yawned, getting up and stretching. "Have I slept in late?" The young man rubbed his eyes and yawned again before sitting on his bed.

"Ah, no," Bun replied, putting his hands behind his head like he usually did. "Sis hasn't woken up yet, which means I must be early. Sis always wakes up earliest in this house." Bun smirked at the thought of this.

"Ve~!" Italy smiled, grinning like he always did. "I must be getting better at waking up early. Once, I woke up earlier than Germany and he's always usually awake at dawn!"

Bun grinned. "Early risers, hey?"

Before Italy could respond, the door to the bedroom burst wide open, revealing a rather grumpy-looking Romano looking like someone had yanked his hair-curl several times in a row or something.

The enraged Vargas stormed past Bun and took hold of his brother in the bed.

"A-Ah!" Italy stammered as Romano lifted him off the bed. "You came too? That's great! Everyone's here-!"

"I want my tomatoes back little git!" growled the older of the Italies, shaking his brother. "And why the hell are your 'friends' that wurst bastard and Japan with you still? You give me answers NOW!"

"Waah!" wailed Veneziano. "Romano, I can't breathe if you hold me like that!"

Romano growled ferociously and lifted his little brother up to eye-level and began a head-butting session on the startled little country.

"WHY! ARE! YOU! STILL! FRIENDS! WITH! THEM! AND! WHERE! ARE! MY! TOMATOES! YOU! LITTLE! PUNK!?" Romano did one head-butt per sentence, and Italy cried even more, Bun and Kirby just standing there, not knowing what to do or say. Kirby attempted to get a response out of the Southern Italian by tugging his trouser leg, but the man's yelling only seemed to get louder and he didn't react.

"Uh… H-Hey!" Bun called. "E-Excuse m-me?"

There was a sudden whirlwind of khaki-blueishness and hints of brown coming through the door, and in one metallic clang!, Romano fell to the ground clutching his head and cursing under his breath.

The frightened and sore-headed Italy collapsed down in bed and Hungary sighed, spinning her frying pan a couple of times.

"I'm sorry about that, kid," the female nation said, turning to Bun and patting his head (not with the frying pan). "I just had to end their fight there. Ah, brothers. They get on like houses on fire I tell you."

"Merde….!" Romano muttered, shaking on the floor as he clutched his head. "Ugh… Ow…"

I'm sorry there may be disappointment in such a short update and there were too many 'Ve's, but I promise big chapter is coming later you faithful readers!!