Before I begin, thanks to the five reviewers so far. I'm not really the one to willing put my stories out there, so having positive comments like that really makes me feel like I'm doing something, well, right. So, thanks! And, to the one guest, I don't even know what era this is in. I'm just writing things down as I think them up, so this may end up all over the place. Anyway:

Diary,

As I said, I went into meine Italia's dream tonight. He was in a room with a large table in the middle. Italy was alone, spinning around in one of the chairs, humming the song he sung when his voiced changed.

I walked in, taking in the large room.

"Holy Rome! You came again!" Italy smiled, taking my hand and pulling me to the table.

"Yes, I did. I have some questions for you."

He turned around, a bit surprised before immediately grinning. "Okay!"

I sat down in a chair next to him. "Earlier, you were on the phone. How come you didn't tell me you had a brother when we were little?"

"You didn't know about Romano?" He asked, seeming shocked. "Well, I guess you really didn't get a chance to meet him since he went to live with Big Brother Spain almost as soon as we got to Mister Austria's. He is the south of the country, while I'm the northern half. He goes by Italy Romano, while I'm Italy Veneziano. I can't believe that I didn't tell you about mio fratello."

I blinked. I love him, but meine Italia Veneziano could talk so fast at times, especially when excited.

"So, there are two Italys? And it is you and your brother Romano. You are the north of the nation, and he is the south. And the reason I never met him is because he went to live with Spain soon after?" I asked, making sure I caught everything.

He thought for a second before smiling and nodded. "He often calls people names, and doesn't like Germany very much, but he's still my big brother."

Upon hearing meine kleiner bruder's name, I became even more intruded by this Romano, meine Italia's bruder.

"What does he say about Germany?"

"Well, he calls him a potato, and some more colorful words, ad he doesn't trust him, even though I told him that Germany's really nice, and strong and helpful."

I nodded. So Romano probably wasn't too keen on anyone related to Germany either. And what did he have against potatoes? They are a perfectly good food.

I looked around before changing the subject. "And another question. Where exactly are we?"

"This is the meeting hall where all of us nations meet every month. I thought you would have followed Germany or me there at least once."

"Nein, meine Italia. Every time you went off, I stayed back to keep East company."

"Well, I think you should come. Then you can meet all of the countries!" He threw his arms out to the sides.

I thought for a minute, before nodding. "That would be a good idea. I do remember hearing about some of those nations in the last war, but I never really got to meet any of them."

Italy, meine Veneziano, seemed to get more eager. "The meeting for this month has already passed. But I'll tell you when the next one is."

As seemed normal now, we stayed quite, enjoying each other's company until the room was blurring. I gave him a quick kiss, and he woke up.

Now I have the next chapter idea, but I'm out of ideas after that… great. Anyway, thanks for reading!

Translations:

meine Italia- my Italy

mio fratello- my brother

meine Italia Veneziano- my Italy Veneziano

meine kleiner bruder's- my little brother's

nein- no