A/n: heyo! so for the this amazing chapter we have a duel points view which is kinda good and kinda bad… the good news is that you guys can find out what's going on, on both sides of the time line but the bad news is it's kind of gonna get a bit harder to read. So to make my life and yours easier my normal breaking sign: OUO will be for Spain in the past. This one: OMO will be for Romano in the present. Simple enough right? (And yes I promise to never do anything like this again sorry~^^;;)

A/n2: holy crap this is the longest chapter yet! See how much you guys inspire me~! However, I'm kinda saddened to tell you that I wont be able to post ext week due to the fact that my dads leaving... so sorry guys :T

Anyway This chapter starts with our lovely Italian in the present and with that here you go~

Chapter 10

"Mr. Lovino, wake up!" A small brunet spoke in the darkness.

"Hmmm, no." I answered rolling onto the other side of the bed dragging the soft cotton sheets with me. I kept my eyes closed, though already feeling the effects of wakefulness. I could feel the sunlight pour in from my right along with the sound of moving curtains.

"Mr. Lovi…" the voice called again from the opposite side.

"Leave me alone Antonio." I said draping an arm over my eyes to shield them from the sun's menacing rays. I felt a pull on the bed sheets, but they mostly remained in place.

"Mr. Loviiiii come onnnnnn," I ignored the voice once again, but this time I felt the weight reside from the blankets. I thought maybe the kid had given up on me but just as I began to drift back off to sleep, I felt all seventy pounds of kid Spaniard land on my lower abdomen.

The pain hurt like a bitch and I almost instinctively tossed the kid off of me and onto the floor.

"DAMMIT KID! THAT FUCKING HURT!" I snapped at the small Spaniard.

"Sorry Mr. Lovi, I was just waiting for you to get up, but you kinda took forever so I came back up here to get you~" he smiled all happily while peeking over the side of the bed.

Guess I did push him over.

Oops.

"Why are so enthusiastic? Isn't a bit early for you?" I looked over to the black electric clock and was met with a blinking green time of 7:30.

Fucking typical.

"Well, Mr. feli said we would do something fun today if we behaved last night."

"And where did my idiot brother say he was taking you, hm?" I said, picking the boy up by his shirt and pulling him back onto the bed.

"He said we might go to a fair!" The little boy's eyes sparkled in the morning light and again I was overcome with cuteness.

"Oh, well maybe you should go and wake him up instead." And with that I buried my face in the covers.

"Please Mr. Lovi, get up, everyone's hungry and are waiting for breakfast." I peeked over the covers to find those damn green orbs sucking all of my sanity out of me.

Well, not really.

You get the idea!

So as I managed to sit up in bed I found little mini Spain trotting off to the door.

"Oh, and Mr. Lovi, could you not call Mr. Feli an idiot? I don't really like bad words, so could you maybe stop saying them?" He looked over his shoulder staring at me expectedly.

I rubbed my bed head and nodded, "Sure, yeah, whatever."

I was given a great big smile that warmed me in the center of my stomach.

It's too fucking early.

OUO

After locating all of the closest theaters in the nation, we finally came to terms that Austria was indeed in none of them.

Because that would be too easy.

Even after every one of those boring concerts and disturbingly depressing plays, we would ask if anyone had seen our Austrian friend, which no one had. I remember at one point Gil even tried to draw a picture to help out our search but in the end it looked like a stick figure with glasses and one weird hair curl. Darkness turned to light and soon it was about ten-ish so we went to the market to buy some breakfast.

"Maybe he's in his own country, because you know that would make much more sense than him being in Spain Mon ami." France said while munching on a strawberry crepe.

Yeah that's right! People come to my country to sell their stuff because they know I'm just that cool.

"Nah, that can't be it, I mean what are the chances of us all being here?" Prussia said while biting into a German styled pancake.

I sighed and looked up from the waffle I was eating.

It wasn't as good as Belgium's, so I could only get through about three fourths of it before no longer being able to stomach it. I turned around to look at the fountain we had been sitting on and found a dark figure on the other side playing a violin.

I couldn't hear it from where I sat but I could almost feel the passion emitting from the instrument. I stood and walked over to hear the music. The musician had his back to me, so at first I did not match the music to a face but as the song hit its climax the man turned and graced me with his face.

I smiled giddily and returned to my friends.

"Guess what free loader I just found~"

OMO

After yet another design session from France and about three cups of coffee I realized that no one else was up to help me with the TT's.

Oh yeah, that's their new nick names, it means troublesome twerps.

Yes I know I'm very creative, someone ought to give me an award.

I came to this fabulous realization due to the fact that as I made my third cup of coffee-looking away for maybe what, five minutes? - And turning back around finding aluminum foil in the microwave, scissors hanging dangerously from the cabinet as if someone had been playing darts with them oh and a mini fire coming from the candle and its now burnt napkin.

To make it even better I have to refrain from killing the little bastards due to the Spaniards eyes that seem to never shrink in size.

Again, it's WAYYYYYY TO EARLY for this kind of torture.

After removing all dangerous items and materials from the TT's reach and tying it up onto the refrigerator, I ran into the day's first big problem:

They wanted me to make breakfast.

"I want Hungary's pancakes!" Prussia yelled banging onto the counter.

"I want strawberry crepes!" Fuck face responded equally as loud.

"I want Belgium's waffles!" Spain added.

"Yeah well, if you don't SHUT UP you're gonna have this great thing called cereal." I yelled over them.

That seemed to get their attention and immediately shut they shut their traps.

Except for Spain who thinks he's the exception to all of the rules I say.

"What's cereal?"

"It's this flavorless bread that you pour milk all over and it turns mushy and gross." I responded with a smirk.

It was funny to watch them all try and imagine cereal and one by one they all made a gross, almost gagging face.

"Ve~ why is everyone yelling?" Italy lazily stepped into the kitchen rubbing his eyes clearly still half asleep.

"You should have stayed upstairs" I said smirking to myself.

"Why Fra- "

"Mr. Italy! Mr. Italy! When are we going to that fair you told us about yesterday?!"

"Yeah Ita-chan, when are we going to see those AWESOME things called fireworks you told us about?!"

"Or those pretty dancers you told us about, the ones who dance like Antione~?"

"Uh…" my poor brother was bombarded with the kids spitting out questions and for a second I almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

"Well… we should make breakfast first and wait for everyone to get up before we start getting ready to leave…" he said patting the TT's heads.

"And that brings us to the yelling," I said.

"YEAH! This stupid head won't make me the BEST MOST AWESOMEST BREAKFAST!"

"And what would that be?" Italy said leaning down to mini Prussia's eye level.

"Hungary's pancakes, she used to make them for me every morning, when we were in an alliance together!"

"And what about you two?" He said turning to Spain and France.

"Well, I want crepes." The French fucker said turning his head in disgust. "Those pancake things are gross."

"But… but I want waffles… My friend Belgium makes them for me all of the time…" Antonio said looking down.

"Well…" My brother looked up as if thinking how best to satisfy the three TTs. "Why don't you and I cook together Fratello? I mean Ms. Hungary showed me how to make her pancakes, and Francypants taught me how to make a good enough crepe and didn't Ms. Belgium show you how make the waffles as a kid?"

"Yeah but…" I made the mistake of looking at the three kids who made such eager faces that it would be a fucking crime to deny them. I sighed "Fine."

"Ve~! Fratello and I are going to cook together!" Italy smiled jumping up and down and clapping his little girly hands together.

"Yeah, but as you can see," I motioned around the British jerks kitchen, "this isn't going to be like cooking in our house."

"Oh, nonsense," my brother said waking a hand at me. "You just have to put it into perspective. Like here is where I would hand an apron~!" And with that he opened the pantry, to behold two faded white aprons sat hanging on a hook.

Feli passed me one but as I wrapped it around my neck, I began to smell a disgusting odor come off of the clothes.

"Holy crap this stinks. Jesus, it smells like he kills zombies with these!" I yell ripping the thing off of my neck.

Feliciano seemed to agree with me and undid his apron as well.

"Yes, well, I'm not exactly a good cook." England said walking into the kitchen and leaning onto the counter.

"England!" Francis ran over to the British man and hugged his leg in affection.

"Yes, good morning to you, too," he said patting the boys head.

Francis smiled.

Which as you know is NEVER a good thing.

The little bastard began rocking back and forth on England's leg making really explicit sounds that made my younger brother blush and look at me with a worried face. What was worse the fact that England didn't say anything at first; it was just him looking at the morning paper as if nothing completely sexual was happening down below.

"Uh… don't look now but your pet is humping you," I said pointing at the French face.

"What?" He looked down and began yelling and trying to peel the kid off his leg, occasionally even thwacking him with the paper.

"Get off of me, you dirty frog!" At last he got one good hit and pushed the kid off of his leg and onto the floor.

"Aw, why'd you have to tell him?!" The bastard asked me crossed.

"Cause if I'm making you breakfast then you better not do anything lewd my kitchen."

"But… it's my kitchen," England said looking up again.

"Do you cook?"

"Well not really but-"

"Then shut up."

With that England grumbled and marched his happy butt into the living room.

Meanwhile, Feliciano began pulling out everything the two of us would need and passed me a giant wooden spoon while he took the whisk; looking as if it had been put through all sorts of trauma.

While cracking two eggs and pouring flour into the bowl Feli had given me, Antonio decided to pull up a chair and watch me cook.

Not really enjoying the silence I started a conversation with him.

"So I didn't realize you knew Femke this long…" I started.

"Yeah, I met her a while ago while I was walking through the forest. Her older brother was being a complete jerk but she was nice enough."

"Oh, why's that?"

"She claims to love me and is planning on marrying me when I'm older."

I pushed the spoon into the bowl stirring quickly.

"Yeah~ Antoine loooooovvvvveeeees her," Prussia and France cooed at the same time.

OUO

After finding that our dear Austria stuck with the "Get lost hug a tree" scenario, and that he was inside of Spain this whole time; I came to the idea that maybe everyone would be here somewhere.

"What ever could you mean?" Austria sat next to us, "I thought this as just a renaissance festival you held."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell him."

I explained to Austria everything that had happened and he actually seemed to believe me.

"I found it strange that I woke with Hungary's hair clips and Kugelmugel's pin on my shirt. I have it here if you don't believe me," he pulled out small flower clips and a coat of arms pin.

"Roughly speaking and based off your information, I think we should see if we can find any other nations that might have been here in your country."

"Well a lot of us are older siblings, so how many people do you think we should look for?" Francis asked.

"Well, it's important to find as many people as possible," Austria draw a rough map of Europe and pointed wrote every nations name on the side. "Okay let's play a little trivia game, whoever gets the most points wins."

"Okay, but what's the trivia on?" Prussia asked.

"What do you think it's on?" Austria asked sarcastically.

"Starting with England, who would be the older sibling figure?"

"That would be moi, I found him as a child," Francis smiled as if bringing back old memories.

"Okay, for Germany we all know its you albino freak."

"Hey!"

"Moving on, the Italys' would be Spain and I, though more so him then me."

I smiled at that fact.

What, I like being known as the big brother of Europe~

"I believe Russia and Belarus's older sister is Ukraine, so we should try to find her and her brother." He stopped for a moment, "if there is a middle child where do you think they would be?"

We all sat quiet for a moment since no one that thought of that.

"Well in any case if the two siblings were together in the present, then they should be together in the past," he spoke as if he knew but even I could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

"I guess we'll have to find Netherlands…." I said changing the subject.

"Ah yes, Spain it seems you might have a few enemies in this time period, including your bother correct?"

I looked at the Austrian with surprise since I was almost positive I had never told him of such a thing.

"How..?"

"Come on Spain, we were married. It was only right for me to know about your past." He smiled lightly but I chose to ignore it seeming as though we both are in a relationship now.

"So it's a good thing you came to find me first, otherwise you three would have to convince the nations you met about this great story we're in."

"Who should we start looking for, seeming as though we have quite a bit of people to find?"

"I don't know! You guys chose one; I don't have all of the answers," the Austrian huffed.

"Okay let's go… here!" Prussia closed his eyes and pointed at the map; he landed on Norway's large finger shaped nation with a smile. "THE AWESOMENESS HAS SPOKEN!"

OMO

"You l-love her?" I choked out.

"No! She's just my friend!" He took a spoon and threw it at his two friend's heads. "Francis only says that because one time he caught her kissing me on cheek."

"But… uh…"

"I didn't like it though! It was really gross, like a frog stuck to your face!" He began persistently wiping his face with the back of his hand as if remembering the feeling.

I felt a sigh of relief escape from my lips, and I continued to stir the batter with much more ease. A warm feeling began to fill my insides and the corners of my lips began to rise ever so slightly.

"Ve~! Spain, you got big brother to smile! How did you do that, I've been trying for years!" Italy said coming up from behind Spain and looking at my face in awe.

"I just said Belgium's kiss was like a frogs mouth… wow, Mr. Lovi, you have a really nice smile!"

I felt a warm blush fall over my face and my smile disappearing and being replaced by a frown.

"You know when you blush you look like that pretty tomate from yesterday!" I turned my back to the Spaniard to keep him from getting anymore satisfaction from me blushing again.

After pouring the mixture into the waffle pan and waiting for Feli to cook the pancakes and crepes I managed to have a word with him without the company of the TT's.

"Hey idiot, what fair are you planning on taking those kids to?"

He looked at me in surprise but then a huge grin fell onto his face, "Ve~ big brother didn't tell you? Me, you, Luddy and Spain were all planning on going today!"

"Yeah, well change of plans, we're not going."

"Why not?!"Italy said shocked.

"Because we need to stay focused on the important things not some crazy-"

BEEEEEEEPPPPP BEEEEEEEPPPPPP BEEEEEEEPPPPP!

Before I could finish my sentence the fire alarm went off.

Great.