A/N: Hi, friends! How are we doing today? Doing alright? You need anything? Blanket? Pillow? Energy drink? I could stand more of that last one. And for my ring finger on my right hand to stop hurting, but we play through the pain around here, right? It's not totally unbearable. Just enough to know it's there. Let's get to it, yeah? Which country and/or countries shall we meet this week? Hint: It's more than one.

Staying with Spain wasn't exactly what I had planned for the weekend, but I'm not complaining. His house was big enough for me to be off in my own world while staying out of everyone else's way. Not that I haven't loved spending time with France and Britain and America and Canada, but I haven't had much time to myself. I do enjoy my solitude once in a while. However, my hands shouldn't stay idle for very long. Luckily for me, Spain had a nicely set up loom in the corner of his sunroom and an abundance of yarn. I know how I'm killing my afternoon.

It's been years since I last sat at a loom. This was nice, though. The mindless repetition had put me in a state of pure bliss. As I sat with my knitting, I could've sworn I kept catching something out of the corner of my eye. Must be a shadow or something. Maybe Tio has a kitty I don't know about. Or just as likely a scenario, I'm being watched. I know France worries about me, but I can be by myself for a while. Whatever it was, it had run off before I could see what it was. Oh, well. I'm sure I'll see it soon enough.

Then, in a flash, it happened again! A little dark red blur popped in and out of my peripherals. What the hell? Is Spain's house haunted? Am I going to be the next person to die in this house? No. France told Spain to guard me with his life. I'm not dying here. I'm pretty sure of that. Just go back to your knitting, Terra. I'm sure it really was nothing. So, I went back to my knitting. Nothing overly fancy. It got cold in my bedroom at night at Britain's house, but I didn't want to cause any trouble and ask for another blanket. Not when I can just make my own.

With a third attempt, my little shadow had inconspicuously made itself known. I wonder what brought him in here. Still, I kept at my loom, working on my new blanket while my shadow watched. I didn't mind the audience. He didn't make a single peep. Just sat and watched over my shoulder, completely enthralled by my work. Some of the motions could be rather hypnotic, so I couldn't blame him. And all he did was watch. Spain did have a cat after all. He just called him Romano.

"What are you doing?" Romano broke the silence between us.

"Knitting," I explained, reaching for another ball of yarn, "This is what my flag would've looked like. Four stars for the different directions and my first borns. Blue for the oceans. Green for the land."

"So," he peeked over my shoulder, "Are you some kind of micronation or something?"

"No," I tied my tail off, "I'm not a micronation. You're not the first to ask that, though."

"Where are you from?"

"I'm not from around here," I began another row.

"So…" Romano thought for a moment, "You came here with France."

"That's right."

"Are you French?" he wondered.

"No."

"Are you from Britain?"

"Not there either," I told him, "I'm staying there, though, if you're wondering where to forward my mail."

"Well…"

"Fratello!" a sweet, little voice drifted through the house.

"No…" Romano went pale.

"Fratello!"

"Hide me," he begged, his eyes filled to the brim with desperation, "Please. If there is any decency in your heart…"

"Mio fratello!" the voice grew closer.

"You'll hide me," Romano continued groveling at my feet. This guy really didn't want to see who ever was looking for him.

"Here," I lifted what I had done on my blanket, "Under here. Hurry."

"Grazie," Roman slid on his knees and hid under my blanket.

"Fratell…" the source of the yelling came in the form of a sweet-faced version of the boy at my feet, "Oh. Ciao, pretty lady. Have you seen Romano anywhere?"

"Sorry," I melted inside, covering for him, "I can't say that I have."

"Ok." I had to nudge Romano's feet out of sight, though, "Then, one more question, if I may."

"I got time," I allowed, "What's your question?"

"Who are you?" Should've seen that one coming.

"My name is Terra." I love him, "I'm only here for the weekend. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, too," he beamed, lighting up the whole room. He looks really familiar, "You can call me Italy. Now, I know I said I only had one more question and I already asked and I'd hate to be a liar because those are bad and I'm a good boy! I promise!"

"Italy…" I stopped him before he could burst into tears, "You can ask me as much as you'd like and still be a good boy. In fact, I insist. Ask me as much as you want."

"Ok," Italy wiped his eyes, "You're sure?"

"I'm sure." So emotional. I knew someone else who could be like that sometimes, too.

"Are you with the Axis Powers," he wondered, "or are you with the Allied Powers?"

"Um…" my mind went blank, "What?"

"Are you on the same side as us?"

"I don't know who us is," I had no clue what Italy was talking about.

"Germany, Japan, and me!" Italy chirped, "We're all the best of pals! And you're not with us, that'd make me so sad. I know we just met, but I feel like I've known you my whole life."

"I've never even met the others," I admitted, "But if it helps, France brought me here from Britain's house."

"So, you're with the Allies…" Italy looked so sad. But then, I blinked and he was all smiles again, "Still, it's so cool to meet a new friend. I hope we can get to know each other better while you're here! We can be best friends, too! Then, you'll get to meet Japan and Germany and you'll be best friends with them, too! Yay!"

"Italy…" a pair of combat boots thundered down the hall, "It's time to go. Chances are, you won't find Romano. He's too good at hiding. And we have other things to do today."

And then, he walked in…My heart had come to a full stop, "Mein Gott…"

"Excuse me?" he perked up.

"Germany!" Italy latched himself around the man's waist, "This is our new friend, Terra. She's with the Allies, but I'm sure she'd switch sides as soon as she realizes how cool we are! And Terra, this is Germany. He's kind of the leader of the Axis Powers. Mostly because both Japan and me are slightly afraid of him. But that's ok! It's how we work!"

I raised my hand up to the man's face, his strong jaw clenched under my fingertips, "You look just like him."

"Excuse me?" he tensed up even more, "Is this a greeting where you're from?"

I wasn't sure whether to swoon or break down in tears. I've seen this face before, but it's been so long. Then, I realized how awkward this must look from the outside, "No. I'm sorry. You just remind me of someone I knew."

"Terra…" Italy kept the sweetest smile on his face, "Indietro amico mio, cagna…"

"Italia!" I gasped, "Tu osculum mater tua apud quod buccam?"

"Oopsie…" his bottom lip quivered…Uh-oh…Then, out of nowhere, a white flag materialized and the floodgates on Italy's eyes burst, "I'm so sorry, Terra! I didn't mean it! You were just getting so close with Germany and I hardly ever get that close with Germany and I got a little jealous and I'm so, so sorry! Please forgive me!"

"It's alright, Italy," I wrapped my arms around him, doing my best to calm him down, "It's alright."

"It's funny," Italy's voice broke a bit, "When you yelled at me, you sounded so much like when Grandpa Rome would get angry at me."

That's why he looked so familiar, "I'm sorry. Sometimes I slip in and out of languages and don't even realize it. And I'm sorry if I made things uncomfortable with us, Germany. It's uncanny how much you look like your grandfather."

"You knew my grandfather?" Germany wondered.

"I knew both your grandfathers," I confessed, "It's been a really long time since I last saw them, but at least I have you two now."

"Does that mean you're going to side with the Axis Powers, Terra?" Italy hoped.

"No," I shook my head, "I think I'm going to stay neutral."

"That's Switzerland," Spain joined us, "You may want to see him about that."

"Hola, Tio," I smiled, "Es bueno verte."

"Hola, cariña," he threw an arm around me, "Es bueno verte también."

"So," Italy assumed, "No Romano?"

"Nope," Spain shook his head, "I can't find him anywhere."

"Oh…" he sighed, "Fine. He has to be around somewhere, though, right? He can't disappear into thin air, can he?"

"No," Germany assured, "He can't."

"We should go then," Italy decided, kissing my cheek, "It was nice meeting you, Terra!"

And just like that, he skipped off to God only knows where. I was left in Spain's sunroom, thoroughly confused as to what the hell just happened. However, Germany was kind enough to explain, "Please forgive him. Italy is…Well…He's rather simple, if you know what I mean."

"I understand," I let him go, "No need to apologize. I think he's sweet. Have you two been together long?"

"What?" Germany gave me a look, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink, "What do you mean?"

"Germany," I awed, "I live with France and Britain. I know a repressed love life when I see one. How long have you and Italy been together?"

The blush on his face deepened, "Since World War I. I was looking for a descendent of the Great Roman Empire, but instead, I found Italy. He was disguised as a box of tomatoes."

"That's sweet," I gushed a bit, "You should probably go find him before he hurts himself."

"You have no idea…" Germany grumbled, "I've had to go to Egypt just to tie his shoes."

"Invest in Velcro," I advised, sending him off. It really is uncanny how much he looks like his grandfather.

Then, it was just the three of us again. Two, if we're still pretending Romano's not in the room. But then, Spain let out a heavy sigh, "Romano…"

Silence.

"What are you calling Romano for?" I wondered.

"Romano…" Spain ignored me, "You're under the blanket, aren't you?"

"I might be," a little voice grumbled from under my blanket.

"Whenever you're ready to come out," Spain rolled his eyes, holding back a smile. He really did have a soft spot for Romano. And I can't blame him.

"Thanks for hiding me, Terra," Romano crawled out.

"You're welcome," I took his hand and pulled him up to his feet.

"Don't think this means I like you," he pouted, "But I do appreciate the solidarity."

And so, Romano stormed off, a ball of concentrated anger. Leaving Spain to clean up the mess, "Don't take it personally. He still says he doesn't like me either."

"And what happened with you two?" I asked.

"We share a bed, Terra," Spain smirked, "What's that tell you?"

"I have the feeling he's the little spoon," I assumed, "Am I right?"

"You are," he confirmed, pulling his phone out of his pocket, "By the way, France just texted me your night time schedule. Do you really need all of this?"

I did a quick skim of the novel in Spain's text messages, cradling my face in the palm of my hand, "Papa means well. He really does. And he just wants what's best for me. But no. I don't need half this stuff."

"Does that mean I can go to bed then?" Was it really that late?

"I'm not going to stop you," I giggled, "You don't need my permission. This is your house, Spain. Do what you will."

"Good," Spain kissed my forehead, "Good night, cariña. Duerme bien y dulces sueños."

"Buenos noches, Tio," I found an empty bedroom and laid down. It's been a long day…

But it was nice to see my boys again…Even if they weren't here.

A/N: I love this chapter. Also, if you're curious as to what Italy told Terra, he said, "Back off my man, bitch.". I love the thought of jealous Italy. Especially when it comes to Germany. And Italy is such a little peanut. I absolutely adore him. So, to see him a bit off his rocker like that? Oh, yeah. Big slut for that. Also, that last line…That last line is very important in finding out who she is. You'll see. When the time comes. And I already have some of that plot twist written down. It's in my head anyway. And I really can't wait.

Which leads me to this week's question…Who should we see next? I know it sounds like a copout of a question, but I'm genuinely curious. Since we've seen Mom and Dad and the big brothers and the weird uncle on Mom's side and the weird cousins, who should we see next? I do take requests once in a while. Although…I will say this. There is one exclusion from this list and that's Japan. I have plans for Japan. But any other country? Fair game. So, that's it, I guess. I'll see you next chapter! xx