They stayed in France a couple more days before heading to England. Italy had made himself at home with them, though they did have separate rooms after that thankfully. The morning they left they woke up early and ended up taking Italy with them, mostly because they couldn't stop him if they wanted to. After finding a new hotel in London they began their tour around the enormous city. Italy was only there for half the day though, leaving after saying he was going to meet Japan at a café she had never heard of. She vaguely wondered if the Countries always traveled so freely in each other's boarders.

Once again Belle began her process of picture taking, sketching, and note taking. Germany had warmed up to her more, taking to sitting next to her and watching quietly while she drew and wrote. She truly was fascinating.

They stopped for lunch at a deli, getting sandwiches to go so they could continue to wander around London until sunset. A few blocks away she spotted a man on the street corner.

She knew he was homeless before she even got close enough to read his sign. He looked battered by the elements and disheveled compared to the other people walking the streets. She paused momentarily before approaching him, handing him her unwrapped sandwich and some local currency.

He thanked her many times, holding the gifts as though they were precious gold. When she returned to Germany's side he was frowning slightly.

"I can pay you back…"

"No, it isn't a problem."

"Then why do you look so glum?"

"…There will always be homeless. Making yourself go hungry will not change that, only appropriate reform will."

"You think too much like a Country."

"Huh?"

"I may not be able to make an impact on homelessness alone, but at least for today that man won't go hungry. I gave him what I had to give, and though what I had to give may have been small, I also gave him hope. The way you talk, you just see one of many people. What you need to see is one human being trying to survive in this world."

He clamped his jaw shut, his face serious as her words sank in. Eventually his features softened.

"I did not mean to come across as cold."

"It's ok, I understand. Now come on, we still have a ton of places to see!"

Germany watched her walk slightly ahead of him, her hardworking yet gentle personality making him light headed. He snapped back to the present when a familiar voice called to them.

"Germany! Belle!"

They turned to see Italy and who Belle assumed to be Japan crossing the street to them. Japan gave the three of them an odd look before speaking.

"She is still with you?..."

Italy interrupted Germany's reply, pointing down the sidewalk.

"Let's have tea over there! England says it's good!"

It wasn't long before they were all seated around a table sipping various teas. Neither Belle nor Germany was fond of tea, purchasing a random type they barely touched. It was a strong, heady brand that was too bitter to be pleasant even with sugar.

Japan eventually broke the silence, speaking quietly to Belle.

"When we met you spoke to me in Japanese, but you are Italian?"

"My father is Italian, yes. My mother was adopted by a Japanese couple that came to live in the United States for business purposes. My grandmother couldn't have children, and eventually they decided to adopt while in the states. I grew up with a weird Italian/Japanese/American mix style of parenting and I've been fluent in all three languages since I was young."

Italy tilted his head to the side.

"Wow, that must have taken a long time."

"Not really, my parents liked talking in their preferred languages so we learned fast."

"You should visit Italy then, and Japan! It will be fun!"

Belle blushed.

"I was only supposed to come to France and England-"

"Why? Wouldn't it fun to see your family's native homelands?"

"Yes, but I only have enough money to visit these two…"

Though, she had to admit, she hadn't spent much of it on her trip. Germany paid for everything whether she wanted him to or not.

Italy started to open his mouth, but Germany scrambled to speak first.

"W-Would you like to go there too?"

"Huh? But I don't-"

"I can take you there as well, if you'd like."

"I-I can't ask that of-"

Italy clapped his hands together.

"Yay! Belle, come to Italy first! I have so much to show you!"

She looked at Germany.

"Are you sure it's ok?"

He nodded, flushing at her vibrant smile. Japan was looking at him worriedly over the top of his tea cup before setting it down and following them all outside.

They were stopped at a crosswalk chatting when Belle felt a harsh tug on her purse, the strap broken and yanked away from her. She turned and grabbed at the cutpurse angrily.

He panicked slightly and shoved her hard. She toppled backward into the street, eyes widening as she watched a giant red trolley closing the gap between it and herself.