The next day, I woke up with a pillow in my face. Then the pillow lifted off of my face before smacking down on it again. I smirked and grabbed the pillow underneath me. I swung when the pillow was lifted up again. I heard a smack so I am pretty sure I hit him. He growled at me and tried to take my pillow. I quickly found his hands and flipped us before pinning him under me. I smirked at him.

"Let me up, you bastard!" I silently laughed before I pinned his hands above his head. I held the there with one hand while tickling him with the other. I found out a couple weeks into stay with Romano that he was very ticklish. He squirmed and I could feel him trying to escape and not laugh.

Suddenly the door opened behind us, "Bruder! What are you doing?" Romano found this the perfect moment to let out a little giggle before bursting out laughing. I smirked then freed his hands and got off of him. He learned his lesson. I waved at where I thought West was. I heard the door shut and then footsteps leading away. Poor innocent West. I snickered silently to myself. West, innocent. Sure. That's about as likely as Romano being able sneak up on me. I stepped to the side and heard a bump. Romano had tried to tackle me.

"I hate you."

I smirked, 'That's pay back for waking me up with a pillow.' He growled.

There wasn't a meeting today, because Germany had planned it so that the meeting session was a week long but there's only a meeting every other day, so that the Nations wouldn't get too restless sitting in the meeting room. Romano and I only had to go to the first one, but we had decided to stay for at least two.

It was noon by the time we got ready and left, so we grabbed lunch from the hotel and went out into the city. We tried to stay away from the busier parts of town and ran into an ice cream shop. I love ice cream. Romano does, too, apparently, since he practically dragged me in there.

"Buonasera Sirs, what would you like today?" A female voice asked.

"I would like a strawberry sherbet in a cone with a chocolate drizzle and sprinkles. He would like a chocolate extreme with white chocolate chips and chocolate drizzle and white chocolate on top."

"You like chocolate, huh?" she asked in an amused tone. I smiled at her and nodded. 'I love chocolate, especially white chocolate!'

"He said he loves chocolate, especially white chocolate."

"I can understand him. I learned sign language from my grandmother. My grandfather became deaf after a tractor accident. Was he born deaf?"

"No, it just appeared. He's mute, too."

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

I shrugged, 'It's alright. I'm just happy that I had a friend who could teach me to sign in different languages.'

"That's really cool! How many languages can you sign in?"

'I can sign in American and some German. I'm actually from Prussia.'

"That's amazing! I'm a huge history buff. Prussia is one of my favorite countries. It just made more sense than I lot of countries out there." She handed us our ice cream. "JAMES! I'M GOING ON MY BREAK!"

"Okay!"

All three of us sat at a table, "What is your favorite and least favorite country?" asked the lady.

"Italy is my favorite. I was born here, but raised in Spain. I moved back when I was old enough and just can't seem to leave. France is my least favorite. We know a Frenchman that's not really... polite," answered Romano.

'My favorite is Prussia. I was born there and raised there. I was devastated when it dissolved. My least is Russia. It seems like it just can't stop conquering and the people's lives are really harsh there.'

"I agree. My favorite is a tie between Japan and Canada. Canada just seems to care about everyone but in a non-war like way unlike America and Russia. Japan is so technological advanced it's amazing. I went there one summer." I nodded my head, while licking my ice cream. This ice cream is amazing! "My least favorite is... Umm... I have three: France, America, and Russia. France and Russia for the same reasons as you. I know a weird Frenchman too. America because I met a few Americans that insulted me and the Italian language and were really rude and loud and obnoxious. I was so mad!" I nodded again.

'The American we know is loud and obnoxious, but is really kind and helpful when you need it.'

"I'd like to meet him. Oh, I'm Megan. Megan Venti." (A/N: Megan is sort of based off me and Fayre Amore. Don't hate her please! I really like my OC and I'm thinking of using her in a couple one shots based on this story.)

"Lovino Vargas."

'Gilbert Beilschmidt.'

"Wow, that's a long last name. How do you pronounce it?"

"Beil-schmidt."

"Beilschmidt. Cool. Nice to meet you, Lovino Vargas and Gilbert Beilschmidt."

"Like wise." I nodded and smiled.

"How long are you staying here in Rome? Do you live here? I haven't seen you before."

"We are going to be moving here in a few weeks. He just needs to adjust more then I want him to get use to busier places than the country side. We are staying here for a week, before going back."

"Well, be sure to come here. I work every day, except Sunday, from nine to five."

'We will. Do you have to get back to work?'

"No, it's not really busy today. James can handle it. Are you guys together, friends or just interpreter and interpreteer?"

"Friends, we were practically raised together." It wasn't a lie. I had known Romano when I was under Germania's care a LONG time ago. We were friends but not for very long. I had to take care of my kingdom.

We talked with Megan for a few more minutes. Then, the midday rush came through and Megan had to go help James. We said our goodbyes and left the shop.

After that, we just randomly walked around. Romano was telling me everything we passed with extreme detail. I didn't know there were so many shades of green or so many different types of columns in Rome.

There was a festival going on, too. Romano dragged me to it, wanting me to get use to my enhanced senses in an exciting place like this. It wasn't very crowded but still a lot of noise. I heard music and sellers and animals and children. Romano was telling me everything that was going on. There were kids running past with toys and venders selling delicious but very fattening foods.

Suddenly, I couldn't feel Romano's hand.

'Romano? Romano? Romano!'

"Prussia! Over here!" I heard him shout to my left. I walked that way and felt a hand on my arm. I grabbed it and held it, knowing it was Romano.

'Don't scare me again. I thought I had lost you.'

"Y-you don't need to worry about me. I can take care of myself."

'I know that, but I want to worry about and protect you.' Silence.

"C-come o-on. L-let's go to the coasters." he said in a small voice. We went to the rides. He didn't let go of my hand, I noted as we waited in line. I smiled.

The coasters were so much fun! We went on all kinds of coasters. We went on fast ones, bumpy ones and drop ones.

Romano doesn't like drop ones. He had a death grip on my hand the whole time. I just smiled and silently yelled as the machine dropped. It was awesome! The wind in my face, making my hair fly and my blind eyes sting. Then a jerk and going back up, jerking some more and then doing it over again.

Romano likes the fast coasters though. He was yelling and laughing and had his arms risen the whole time.

Once we had stopped riding we went to grab some food. We both got pasta and when we finished, we walked around again.

A few minutes after walking around randomly, Romano stopped me suddenly. 'What?'

"Listen." I concentrated, but all I could hear was the festival. "I think someone's following us." I looked in his direction and tilted my head, listening. At first all I heard was the sounds of the festival again, but then the almost inaudible sound of approaching footsteps registered.

'Let's get back to the hotel with the rest of the nations.'

"That's a good idea." We hurried to the car, but at the same time kept a steady pace. If we were being followed it was better to not let them know that we know that they are there.

We got in the car and drove away. We took a couple sharp turns and sudden u-turns that made me thankful for seat belts. Then we stopped for a second. At a red light I think. There must be a car in front of us. Romano never stops at red lights. 'How did you know they were there?'

"I could see them. They had been behind us since the drop coaster." That had been one of our first couple coasters and we had been on a lot of them after. We even went multiple times on some. I can't believe they were following us all that time. "One man and one woman. I know I have seen the two before, I just can't think of where!" he hit the steering wheel and the horn honked, "Dammit!"

'It's fine. Calm down. Let's get to the hotel first where the others can help. Then we can figure it out. It could just be curious humans." He grunted and started going again.

When we got to the hotel, we hurried to find Germany. "Potato!"

"Romano, what's wrong?"

"There are two people, a man and a woman, that has been following us for the last three hours. I saw their car by the hotel. They're after either me or Prussia."

Germany then turned militaristic on us, "Go to your room, and lock the doors and windows and barricade them, too. We will inform the rest in the morning, but for now stay there. I will knock four times and only four if something comes up. Open the door only then." I nodded and we hurried to the room.

We barricaded the room with everything we could find. We put the least amount of stuff in front of the door so we could open it when Germany got there. We locked it using all four locks.

We sat on the bed. We didn't turn on the TV to ease the silence so that we wouldn't miss Germany if he came.

"Prussia..." I looked at him, "I'm sorry."

'For what?'

"I pulled you into this. I know who they are. They're highly skilled Mafia members. They are after me because I wouldn't join. I don't want to be a killer." I held him close. "I should go tell Germany." I held him where he was. He kept struggling but I only held on to him tighter. I pulled him closer so that I could get a better grip on him. "Let go!" I shook my head. "Why not?"

Making sure I still had a tight grip on him, I signed, 'He said to stay here. If you leave, they might get you. You're staying here.'

He sighed, "Fine." I felt him relax. I loosed my grip but didn't let him go. Romano was in my lap by now. We sat there for a while, before Romano leant back until he was resting on my chest. I rested my head on his and closed my eyes. It was surprisingly comfortable. We were almost asleep when we heard 'bang bang bang ba-bang' on the door.

"I got it." he got up and went to the door. I listened to people talk, and then the door closed. Romano didn't come back in. He must have gone outside with Germany. I laid down and waited for him to come back in.