*One hundred pages! Sadly, the story is nearing its end (probably) so let's get to the end!*

"Hey, Veneziano?"

Veneziano looked up at his brother and stopped eating his pasta. "What is it?"

"Just out of curiosity," Romano said. "Why did he leave me alone? You know, Simrey. And why didn't he kill you? He could've done it so easily."

"Maybe it has to do with that girl that keeps coming up," Veneziano suggested. "Maybe we should try finding her and fix this mess. Simrey might come after us again."

"We should bring Spain," Romano said.

Veneziano grinned. "Whyyyyyy?"

Romano blushed and did a face-palm. "Sh-Shut up."

"I won't hold it against you!" Veneziano chirped happily – too happily. "Now, let me finish my pasta and we'll leave."

After Veneziano was done, they left to find information about this girl. (They didn't bring Spain. He didn't know anything about the situation anymore so he'd be pretty useless. Like usual.)

"Where do we start?" Veneziano asked once they were at the Trevi Fountain.

"Not sure," Romano sighed. "We're trying to find one girl in one of the most populated countries in Europe. We don't even have a clue who she is."

"Maybe we have a little bit of a clue…" Veneziano's voice faltered as he pointed through the crowd of tourists. A small girl, no more than thirteen, with a reddish sweatshirt and jeans and thick, wavy black hair tied up in a pony tail was walking alongside none other than Simrey.

"That's her!" Romano whispered. "That's the girl!"

The brother's stumbled out of the sea of people and ran after the two, pushing people out of their way as they went.

"Where'd they go?" Veneziano asked worriedly. He halted and peeked through the people. No sign of them.

"We lost them!" Romano groaned. "I can't believe it! She was right there!"

"At least we know what she looks like, though," Veneziano said, trying to make the situation better. "Let's split up. Since Simrey's one of us, he can travel quickly through the world, but I doubt he'd let her leave Italy. I'll take the North and you take the South."

"…If you say so," Romano muttered. "Careful."

Veneziano nodded. "I will." He ran off and disappeared without another word. Romano took a breath and walked along the road. He would drive wherever, but he didn't want to miss them. One thing was for sure – that girl was Italian. So she lived here. Veneziano was right. There was only one question: where?

"Hey," he said to a passing couple. "Have you seen a girl wandering around?"

He described her and Simrey to them but they hadn't seen her or Simrey. Romano huffed and strode away without another word.

He walked around until nightfall. He made it to Sicily, but he couldn't walk anymore. His fever was going away, but he still had it.

I guess Simrey gave it to me. That jerk. I've been through every inch of the south but still no-

His thoughts were cut off. A brick red sweatshirt sleeve hung from a branch. Was she stuck in the tree? Her olive-skinned hand groped the bark. Romano hurried over to the tree and looked up. A figure was tied up on a branch, with only her hand free.

"Hey, you," he called. "What's your name?"

He got a desperate muffled scream as a response. She had a gag in her mouth, he guessed. He rolled his eyes and climbed up the trunk, sat on the branch, and undid the rope. The girl shrieked and fell on the ground.

"Sorry!" he said. "Are you alright?!" He jumped down and kneeled by the girl as she sat up.

"Fine," she said in a raspy kind of voice. She saw his face and her dark eyes lit up.

Her eyes are like mine, Romano thought.

"You're South Italy, right?" she asked excitedly, leaving behind her angry expression.

"I prefer Romano…" he replied.

"I'm so glad I finally got to meet you!" she squealed , bouncing up and down. "You know me, right?"

"Should I?"

The girl's annoyed look came back. "I knew it was too good to be true. Oh, well. Name's Sicily. I'm your little sis."

Romano was taken aback. "Sister!?" he repeated in shock.

"Yep." Romano noticed some hair was sticking out all over her head in odd ends. They were like mini curls, like Romano's own. "Salve. Now, there's gotta be a North, right? Where's North?"

"Hold it," Romano interrupted. "Why were you with Simrey? He tried to kill me and my brother, you know."

"He hurt you?!" Sicily growled. "Oh, he's in for it now! I'll kill him! He's so over protective!"

"So you don't like him?" Romano asked.

"Yes and no," Sicily answered, trying to calm down. "He's like my uncle. He's adoptive, though. I think Nonno Roma let him into the family right before he died. He must've not gotten the chance to tell you."

Romano took a moment to take it all in. So now his nonno was a part of this.

"I'm taking you home with me," Romano said, hiding his anger and surprise. "And you can explain everything to us."

*Woot! I just got Avanna! She's on her way right now! :D And Sicily was inspired by the character from but I gave her a personality of my own and changed her looks a bit.

Romano: I never got the point of those stupid vocaloid things…

Cuz your old. Anyway, I read Spamano4ever's chapter of Werewolves and Vampires today. I don't usually talk about other stories, but I wanna congratulate her and the person who wrote it with her (can't remember the name right now) cuz they got the ball rolling on GERITA!

Romano: *drops pasta bowl* Wha…?

They had their first kiss and it was A-DO-RA-BLE! And Spain/Toni confessed his love for Lovi!

Romano: *raises bowl as weapon* WEAR'S THAT AUTHOR…?

Run, Spamano! D: And I got into the song Circus Monster… T.T Avanna's version , and could you tell me who your favorite character is? (Preferable the original ones.) That way I know the best persoanlities to give my characters next time!

K bye!