I can't believe I forgot to give a list of the human names! :Y ()

Oh well!

Characters in this story so far and to come.

Alfred-America

Roderich-Austria

Elizaveta-Hungary

And that's so far! And now we continue…

Feliciano couldn't help but wonder about the man he saw throughout the day.

He couldn't have known him. Or… could he? Feliciano kept playing over all the memories he had in his head. He never met him. Or… has he. No. he can't let someone like him take over his mind. He was just some person. Or, that's what Roderich said.

Feliciano walked home alone again that day. He was thinking about that day and for some reason, couldn't get that man he met out of his head.

How? Just… HOW?

When Feliciano got home he heard a loud BEEP!

Oh? I have a message…

He clicked the button to play the messages.

"You have 2 messages. Message 1: "Hey, Feliciano. It's Roderich. Just wanted to make sure you got home ok. But I probably won't have to worry about that. Anyway, about that man you saw today, if he ever gives you any trouble, just tell me and I'll take care of it for you. Bye."

Beep. Message received at- message deleted. Message 2: "…Hey, Fratello."

Feliciano gasped for a second. He never got messages from him. Not anymore anyway.

"uhhhh… well I just want to say hi. Come stai? Everything is good on my end. I know I haven't been calling much lately, and trust me, I wish I could, but my boss is working me so hard lately. I haven't had any time for myself! He's such a bastard."

Feliciano couldn't help but laugh. At least he didn't change.

"Plus, I lost your phone number so… yeah."

Wait. So, how was he calling him then?

"Yeah, so… we should get together some time. Call me back at ***-***-****. "

It was good to hear fratello's voice again. It's been such a long time.

"Oh yeah. Tell your friend thanks for giving me your phone number. He said he knew you well… so thanks. Ok. Ciao."

Feliciano stared at the phone. Good friend? The only person he was relatively close to was Roderich and his girlfriend Elizaveta.

Oh, I get it! Roderich must have given Lovino his number! He's such a nice person!

Feliciano went to make dinner, so much happier than the beginning of the day. He hummed all throughout the kitchen, humming hatafutte parade. It was a song that his father used to hum to him when he was a kid. He danced and hummed throughout the kitchen.

Meanwhile…

In the front of Feliciano's apartment building stood a man, wearing a black face covering coat, and black jeans. One could look at him and tell he was suspicious, but he didn't care. He was only focused on the target in front of him. He climbed the stairs to the 3rd floor, and found who he was looking for. A little Italian, hopping around the kitchen and humming a little tune, while failing to notice he left the blinds open. He looked in and smiled a bit. Then his phone rang. He hesitated and fumbled around to grab his phone, which almost fell.

"Y-yeah ,what!" The man silently yelled into his phone.

"You know why I called you." Another mysterious man talked on the phone.

"And care to tell me why?" The man stalking Feliciano said.

"Don't act like I didn't see the little stunt you did with my closest son."

"Come on, I just wanted to see him. And besides, we all know that isn't your son. You don't have one."

"Not biologically, but he's close to it. You know his father died right? You don't need to protect him anymore."

The man outside the apartment grew a little angry.

"It doesn't matter if his father is dead, alive, missing, or abducted. The contract still stands." He hung up the phone, not caring if the man got angry.

"I promised him I would protect his son. AND I WILL." The man took one last look at the Italian. He jumped on the rail and scanned the perimeter, then jumped down and ran away.

Feliciano looked out the window. Did he hear a cell phone ring? Oh well. It probably wasn't that important anyway. He continued with his dinner and when he was done, went to bed.

When Feliciano woke up, he woke up at around 8:20.

Ve. That's weird. I usually wake up late. Maybe it's because I'm happy that fratello called? Yeah. It's probably that.

Feliciano had time to do all the regular morning routines before 8:45. Then he walked to work.

Roderich almost choked on his spit when he saw Feliciano come through the door. He was always late… wasn't he?

"Uhhhh… Feliciano?" Roderich said. "Aren't you usually late?" "Ve! I know! I got up this morning and woke up at 8:20! I know, it's crazy, right? I never got up in time for work, and now? I think it's because brother gave me a call yesterday!" Roderich gasped a little.

"Oh, and grazie for giving Lovi my phone number!" Feliciano said, while walking through the doors to get to work. "But… Feliciano…I didn't…" Roderich barley said. "Ve? You did give him my phone number. Right?" Feliciano asked. "Y-yeah. I guess I did." Roderich said with a sarcastic smile. He knew Feliciano couldn't read the atmosphere, so he wouldn't have noticed. Feliciano smiled and went to the counter to take over shifts.

Roderich leaned himself on the wall in the back break room.

It could have been him. Even though I told him not to interfere. Damnit.

Roderich looked over through the glass window to see little Feliciano cheerfully taking customer's orders.

Well, I guess he made the right move. He seems a little happier. But he better not…

He then saw his pain in the neck friend.

Alfred.

"Hey little Italian!" Alfred jumped up in Feliciano's face. "W-whoa!" Feliciano took a step back. "Where did you come from?" "Oh, you know. Just morphing through walls, falling down from ceilings, nothing big." Alfred winked.

Feliciano chuckled a bit. At least this man had a sense of humor.

"Oh yeah." Feliciano realized. "I have a question for you." Feliciano pointed at the man. "Yes?" Alfred responded. "How come you know my name?" Feliciano asked, with his serious face on. "Hm. Now that is a good question." Alfred responded, not at all affected by the question. "Maybe you should ask your 'Australian' friend over there." Alfred pointed to Roderich, who seemed to be on fire with anger, literally.

"Alfred." Roderich stated his name, plainly.

"Yes, Roddy?" Alfred asked him, with his cute face on.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Roderich said, grabbing a strainer off the fryer. Alfred and Feliciano jolted a bit.

"I AM FROM AUSTRIA!1!1" He yelled, while throwing the strainer at his face. Feliciano gasped as Alfred just stood there, and at the last second, he dodged the strainer.

Whoa! That was… fast.

Feliciano had wondered where he escaped to, and heard that laugh he heard yesterday, right next to Roderich. But he was so far away? He must be like… a ninja or something!

"HaHa! Is that all you got? I've seen Antonio faster than you! And he's Spanish!"

Feliciano's and Roderich's eyes widened.

Did he just say…? Antonio?

Ok. That's it. I need answers.

NOW.

And that's it! I know I said questions will be answered in this chapter, but I don't have much time before the weekend. My weekend is all filled up starting Friday and I won't be around a computer till Sunday.

But at least I'll be American and go watch racecars*SHOTTED*

Translations

Fratello-Brother (Italian)

Come stai? - How are you (Italian)

I used Google translate to do this so if you know any mistake, please let me know.

(please, I'm only in Spanish class D': )

References

"He knew Feliciano couldn't read the atmosphere, so he wouldn't have noticed" - this was a reference to the anime about how America and Italy can't read the atmosphere! xD

"I'M FROM AUSTRIA! *INSERT RAEGE HERE*"- People know Australia more than they know Austria, so sometimes if you ask someone about Austria, they'll probably respond with "Don't you mean Australia?"

"HaHa! Is that all you got? I've seen Antonio faster than you! And he's Spanish!"- Another reference to the anime. It was the part with the German simulator, and how the Spanish are known for being laid back.

"He hummed all throughout the kitchen, humming hatafutte parade."- Hatafutte parade is the name for the ending song to Hetalia: World Series.