The stranger took the sunglasses off his face, revealing odd redish eyes.

"Gilbert?!" Italy exclaimed, surprised to see that Ludwig would call his brother considering they didn't exactly get along.

"Ja, it's zee awesome me come to help you losers!" Gilbert paused for a moment, "Hello losers!"

Ludwig was already annoyed. "Yes Feliciano, Gilbert. Listen Bruder, I called you to help us find Holly Rome, not to take abuse from you."

"Vest, you suck all ze awesome out of zings. How un-awesome." Gilbert stood directly across form Ludwig. Each standing in a similar position. Arms crossed, flat eyes stared each other down, standing slightly turned away from the other. Gilbert wore a smirk and his eyes glinted mischievously. Ludwig glared seriously back. Cold silence filled the air as the two brothers duked it out with silence.

Feliciano seemed to notice some thing then. "Ve- Hey Ludwig, why did he call you 'vest' you never wear vests!" Ludwig facepalmed. It was as if the tension was washed away.

"Really Feliciano? I can't tell if your making fun of me or being serious for once. He vas'nt calling me vest he vas calling me Vest." Ludwig shook his head, how could Feli not understand?

"Uh, right. Well you see Ludwig old boy, that's the same thing. Even Flying Mint Bunny thinks so." Arthur was holding and stroking an invisible bunny in his arms. A confused look was on his face.

Alfred jumped in, "Well Artie-"

"Don't call me that!"

Alfred pressed on, "I don't think we should listen to your imaginary friends!"

Arthur went red, "They are not imaginary!"

Alfred rolled his eyes, "Riight. Anyway, if Ludwig's broham wants to call him vest, I say we let him! It's what bros do!" In an undertone he added, "At least Ludwig could call his brother big brother... English prick..."

Gilbert was laughing hysterically now. "O Vest! I never knew your little friends vere so cool! Not as cool as me Zoh." Tears streamed down Gilbert's face from laughing.

Ludwig whipped around and spoke loudly, "It is vest. Like North, South, East, and Vest."

Silence ensued. Then Feliciano, Arthur and Alfred all exclaimed at the same time, "Oh! You mean WEST!"

Ludwig was beyond annoyed. "Ja! That's what I've been saying! And vhere is the cheese eater?"

Suddenly from behind came the whir of a car window being rolled down. Francis sat in the cool, air conditioned car. "Are you talking about moui? I was not going to wait outside in the 'eat when I could be car. Besides the 'eat would ruin my 'air!" Francis ran his hair through his golden locks.

It was then everyone realized how sweaty they were on the tarmac. All at once they rushed to the Limousine and piled inside. Gilbert gave the order, "Driver take us to ze hotel. Ve vill settle in and zen get to business."