I still don't own Hetalia, thanks for reading you brilliant people! (two chapters in one evening, my Mum should be so proud of me)

The ship was finally in the harbour and now everyone except the unlucky few who were to stay behind and guard the ship were getting ready for shore leave. Lovino looked over the side of the ship, what he needed was a nice day on dry land with some pretty girls to flirt with. A nice day, a good one. And then Francis was at his side "Bonjour my little cousin" he smiled

"Fuck off"

"No, we're spending some quality time together today, Romulus told me to take care of you today" he sang in a happy voice, Lovino could not share in that enjoyment.

"No"

"Why?" Francis pouted in a way eerily similar to both of Lovino's younger brothers...he really hoped that expression never crossed his own face.

"Because I hate you, and because you're going to make me talk to the tomato bastard" he hissed, looking over both shoulders nervously to make sure that no one overheard him.

Francis looked upset "Where did I go wrong, most of our other relatives like me"

Lovino raised an eyebrow "Feliciano's an idiot, Marcello's after flirting tips and Soraphine and Michelle are your half sisters" he replied coldly, he was not in a good mood and didn't really care if he upset Francis anyway, he was scary and Lovino didn't want to spend even a second in that Bastard's company let alone a whole day.

Francis actually laughed "Fair enough," he replied "But you're still coming with me"

Lovino scowled, perhaps he could get away from Francis later, he didn't care if they were distant cousins or something like that.

Antonio was alone in the forest again, it was always the same clearing, it always had been and odds were that it always would. It was one of the times where he couldn't see Lovino. He'd been thinking about what it would actually be like to have Lovino as a boyfriend, and so far he had established that actually he wouldn't mind, he'd more than not mind. He didn't think he was in love with him yet but he thought that he was well on his way. He liked him a lot, and he would probably write a list stretching from Norway to Australia the long way around of things he liked about him. But he resolved not to say anything until he was certain. Because if he was wrong then it wasn't fair on Lovino...but what if Lovino didn't like him anyway, That would be terrible, really really terrible. The thought that perhaps Lovino didn't like him made his chest hurt quite a lot. Suddenly everything was cold and he woke up in a large puddle of freezing sea water on the deck.

"Wake up Princess we're going ashore!" Gilbert crowed from above Antonio, clutching a bucket in his hands.

"Wh, GILBERT!" Antonio yelled, charging down the gangplank after the noisy Prussian.

Francis had thrown an arm around Lovino's shoulder and was now ambling around the streets with him...well...Francis was ambling, Lovino was being dragged around like a morose Tuna.

"Come on, Lovino, We're going to have fun!" he exclaimed happily. He was actually looking forward to it, Lovino was an arsehole, and they didn't always get along but Francis did take his being the eldest of the children in the family (shut up, twenty seven was late teens!) Lovino was the second eldest and he guessed that perhaps he had ignored him quite a lot of the time.

"I don't want to" Lovino grumbled.

At which point a woman walked past in what could only be described as the ugliest dress Francis had ever seen.

"From what depths of hell did that dress crawl out of?" Lovino gasped.

"Same place her shoes did" Francis retorted, they looked at each other.

"You like clothes?" they asked in unison.

Antonio had caught up to Gilbert quickly and after giving him a revenge splash they walked together. "Where are you going anyway, Gil?" Antonio asked

Gilbert straightened up and grinned "I happen to have a date" he smirked with a confidence which Antonio wished he possessed.

"That was fast, who with?" He asked.

Gilbert flushed red "Okay, it's not technically a date," he mumbled "It's someone I've been writing to for a while, he's awesome!" he emphasized the last bit as if trying to prove something.

Antonio nodded "Is it Francis' cousin?" Antonio had hit the nail on the head if the shade of red Gilbert had gone was anything to go by.

"Don't tell him," Gilbert ordered "I can't let him know one of his set ups worked, I'll never live it down!"

"It'll be nice to see him" Antonio smiled

"Yeah...you can wait outside" Gilbert muttered as he strolled through the open doors of an inn. Antonio was shocked for a few moments before sitting down on a broken bench outside.

It turned out that Francis wasn't bad, Lovino still hated him and Francis was still a Bastard, but at least they had something in common, they appreciated clothes and people who wore them well. They had just spent the better part of the morning looking at the way people were dressed. No matter what anyone said, having a healthy interest in fashion was as manly as hell...when it was him...when it was Francis it was definitely girly!

"Ah, those red shoes, no, blue is much more her colour" Francis grimaced as a woman walked past dressed from head to toe in red. Lovino nodded. It wasn't the women themselves that they were dissecting, it was just their choice of attire, and besides, they also quite liked thinking about what would look better on them. It also turned out that both Francis and Lovino held a deep rooted respect for women which Francis pointed out that in Lovino's case 'Really should extend to men as well, maybe then people won't think you're an arsehole?'

A small blonde boy raced past him "Alfred! Alfred Jones, you come here right now!" shrieked a voice, Antonio recognized it before he even saw her. Alice Kirkland sped after the boy and managed to catch him, she swang him up onto her hip as he laughed loudly "You can't boss me around, I'm your Grandad!" he exclaimed proudly before letting out a loud peal of laughter.

"I'm still thirteen years your senior, young man and OH MY GOD! Antonio?"