Hey, third chapter, SUPER SHORT *Shot* Please… please… lets just say this is chapter 2 and a half. I forgot I was going to add this part to the second chapter and so I thought I would get it done in one day so I wouldn't have to feel the wrath of viewers. XD Okay, well ENJOYEEE

I do not own Hetalia, just my own characters.

T for mild language (I don't think this one even swears though so no worries)

"Feliciano," Grandpa-Roma said to the Chatter-Boy, "Please Excuse us for a moment." Feliciano looked confused, but he nodded in understanding. With Chatter-Boy at the threshold of the door, he stepped back and Grandpa-Roma shut the door, putting his back to the door. I stared at the man, still confused. He had asked me to come into his office, and I had no idea what he wanted.

"Now, Ludwiga," He looked down at me, his serious look gone, "Come take a seat!" He led me towards the large dark brown desk in an office that was both elegant, but definitely unorganized.

Books sagged in corners of bookshelves like they had been used so many times they were now falling apart, random sketches and designs were scattered around the room, a big pile of art supplies and other random trinkets sat on the large desk along with a computer.

A few paintings were on the walls, one was a family portrait from what I deciphered. There were four people in the painting, there was a beautiful woman with two young children on her knees and next to her was tall man who stood, his hands resting on the woman's shoulders. It was a happy scene, but it somehow seemed so sad to me…

I hadn't noticed that I was staring at it because when I did Grandpa Roma had put a hand on my shoulder. I snapped my head around too see his face was one of sadness but content.

"This is my son and his wife and two children," He said all of a sudden, "They died when Feliciano and Lovino were so young," I wondered who Lovino was until I remembered that he was Chatter-Boys brother.

"I'm so sorry," I said out of sympathy. Grandpa Roma just smiled at me and nodded his head towards the desk where two red velvet chairs sat in front of it. I sat down on one of the two chairs and Grandpa-Roma walked to the other side and took the seat that was there.

"So!" He said, giddy once again, "I see you have a liking to my little grandson!"

"What?" I said quickly, "It's not like that! He just dragged me here and made me pasta!"

He laughed out loud, "That would be Feli. Anyways, I heard your conversation with him."

"What one?"

"How you missed that boot camp thingy or whatever," He said matter of factly, waving his hand in the air, brushing the matter off.

My eye twitched. This man got on my nerves almost as much as the Chatter-Boy did… "What about it?"

"I was the one who invited you to talk, so let me ask you," He leaned forward a tad bit and said frankly, "Would you be in the band Feliciano made?" At that I just stared at him like he was stupid. Was he seriously asking me to be in it?

"Why?" I said crooking my head to the side, my eyebrows furrowed together.

"Because, if you do, I'll let you be in the Women's Military Training Camp."

…

I furrowed my eyebrows even further into my skull. What did he mean all of a sudden? How did he know I was going to be in that particular training camp? And why was he offering me this outrageous deal all of a sudden? As I pondered, he laughed suddenly.

"From your reaction I'm guessing you don't know who I am."

"Your Feliciano's Grandfather, Roma."

He shook his head contradicting my answer, "No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I mean you don't know who the director of the Military Training camp is. And yes indeed, you are looking at him." He leaned back in his chair folding his arms, an accomplished look on his face.

Wait wait wait, this Chatter-Grandpa was the director? He couldn't be! Could he? If so, then what a coincidence! This could be my chance to seize up the opportunity of joining the program! … If he agreed with it… "What?" I said, just to make sure he wasn't messing with me.

"I said I was the director of the Women's Military Training Camp for this summer! Well actually I'm the director for the whole Summer Festival, but whatever, same thing."

"Why are you telling me this?"

Grandpa Rome sat up in elation, which I thought was very strange, no one should be this excited. Ever. "That's the fun part!" Pulling his hands out to the side he exclaimed with enthusiasm, "Your Grandfather used to work for me and we became friends over time! … Well, at least I see him as a friend- He was actually my bodyguard when I was famous! Not that I'm not anymore." He leaned back and rubbed his chin full of himself.

"You know…?" Stopping myself, I remembered that grandpa had said something about his friend running this program. Pounding my fist into the palm of my hand in realization, I looked hopefully over at the man. "You can get me into the program!"

"Of course!"

I fist pumped the air and blushed from my sudden enthusiasm. I pulled my hands back into my lap, the smile still bright across my face though my embarrassment.

"But!" Grandpa Rome exclaimed. Oh no. I've always hated buts. They always lead to something displeasing. "Like I said, you would need to join Feliciano's pathetic band first." I stared at him, devastated. Not just because I had to join a band with the Chatter-Boy but also because I loathed singing in front of other people. Every time I did, my knees would shake, my chest would tighten up, and I would just be a total mess. A pathetic stuttering mess. And that was just so… awkward…

"I- is there any other way?" I asked still trying to grasp a little light of hope. At that comment Grandpa Rome's face sobered, he chuckled and leaned back into his recliner staring off into the distance for a moment.

"I'm afraid not," He said glancing over at me. Seeing that I didn't understand he sighed, "Feliciano…" He seemed to struggle for words, "Feli… He's always been so talented, and he always had so many friends. But not once, not once have I ever seen his face so… So happy."

"He always seems happy to me." I said ruining the solemn mood.

Chuckling, Grandpa Roma closed his eyes gracefully, "I know that he may seem so enthusiastic and gleeful most of the time," (Try all of the time) "I've never seen him in so many years that he's brought countless friends to visit… just so…" Grandpa Roma stopped suddenly and his face fell with realization; he then proceeded to burst out laughing. I furrowed my already furrowed eyebrows even deeper at his strange actions.

Waiting patiently for him to stop I saw him put his hand on the desk to support himself, holding his stomach with his other hand. "All…" He continued looking up, "All I want is my little adorable grandson to be as happy as he was today for as long as he can." I was still horribly confused and I still couldn't figure out what kind of person this Chatter-Grandpa was.

"What does this have to do with me being in his band?"

"You just seem to be the best candidate, Feli sure thinks so at least." Blushing at the comment I looked down at my knee's thinking of what could be so special about me. I was a tough, unappealing, awkward type of person; I never got along with anyone or anything in that case. All I ever did was scowl, not even meaning it half of the time, and I was self-conscience to the max. There was a lot better singers in the academy other than me, wasn't there? But… But this could be the only chance for my grandfather to accept me. I never wanted him to hate me, and I wasn't going to start now. Plus this opportunity could be my only chance to continue my training. I would take this opportunity no matter what, I guess I could just pretend to be Feliciano's friend and be in his band until the camp ended…

"Okay," Was all I said, my head bowed down so he couldn't see my face, "I'll do it."

Why did I feel so guilty?

Okay, I said it was short. And it was. So…. Don't kill me, just see this as an extension to the second chapter PLEASE. Oh yes and PLEASE REVIEW! Im so bad at writing and I need help! Thank you so much for reading! *Cries with Happiness*