Author note: Hey it's been a while but not as long as the last update... I'm sorry ;^; But I've started a new course so hopefully it'll allow me to have more time to write and everything. I apologise for the quality of the last chapter, I re-read it and, wow how could I think of posting that?! Huge thank you to everyone following and favourite-ing it though, I truly appreciate it; it's what keeps me going with this.

So without further interruption to your fanfiction reading I give you the fourth chapter to this 2p! Story~

Disclaimer: I own nothing, not Hetalia or its characters (if I did every pairing would be cannon)

Warnings: Just a few swears I think

Enjoy~

Waking up in the morning Germany wasn't surprised to see that the sun hadn't fully risen, causing a dull, low light to shine through the curtains. What did surprise him however was the lack of Italian curled up next to him still sound asleep. Maybe yesterday was just a very vivid dream... No, as much as he'd like to think that he knew that wasn't true. The evidence being no Feliciano in his bed, and unfortunately it also told him that Italy wasn't back to his usual self. Sighing he sat up fully, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face, he supposed it was lucky that he was still alive considering how knife happy Luciano seemed to be. Throwing the covers off of himself he decided that it would be best to get up and ready for the meeting, hopefully the Italian will just behave and get through the day without causing any trouble.

After showering and getting dressed Ludwig brushed his hair back to avoid it getting in his eyes and in his way. If he had his messily placed in front of his forehead he always looked like someone else, he didn't know why he got that feeling but whenever he looked in the mirror in the morning he never saw himself, he felt as if he was looking at someone else. Shaking off the all too familiar feeling he made his way downstairs. It was oddly suspicious how quiet everything seemed, there was no noise at all, no cooking, no humming, not even any footsteps. Checking the living room Ludwig resigned to just making sure they both had a breakfast prepared so that they could arrive at the conference venue a little bit earlier than the other nations as he was hosting this time. Surely Italy could have better timed his... identity crisis. Groaning a little under his breath the blond continued to prepare breakfast, silently scolding himself for thinking that. It wasn't Italy's fault, he had been too hard on him and he clearly needed him as a friend rather than a superior right now. As he began to plate up his own breakfast he heard a quiet click from the back door and turned to see the crimson eyed Italian walk in wearing his gym clothes.

"Oh so looks like sleeping beauty has awoken. So much for regular training." Walking in Italy rolled his eyes and spoke harshly of the other; he had not woken up in a good mood since he was all cuddled into the German. Feliciano had to stop doing that and let him do is job.

Ignoring his little dig at him Ludwig simply continued to cook, he guessed the other wouldn't go away so soon. "Go shower or something, we have a world meeting this morning and I won't tolerate any lateness." Putting no emotion into his voice the German lowered the heat so that it would take longer for the small fry up of eggs and wurst so that the other could get showered and dressed in time. "Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes so I suggest you hurry up if you want to eat." Leaving the food to cook he went to grab his book and reading glasses from the side so that he could try to relax before needing to go to the hectic meeting.

Grunting in response Luciano walked out of the kitchen and headed to where he was the day before, he guessed that was the guest room / Feli's room. Honestly the moron could have lived here with the amount of clothes that were here. Grabbing some smart clothes the Italian managed to find the bathroom and showered. The warm water feeling nice and relaxing on his skin. When was the last time that he had a wash? Quite a few years now probably, he was usually gone by the time the other went for a bath or well in modern times a shower. It was nice, peaceful almost. Getting out after a few minutes since he did not wish to see the nations on an empty stomach (this world meeting sounded like a chance to fight everyone and see who is strongest regularly to him). Sighing he got dressed in the only decent clothes that the Italian seemed to own. Honestly this fucking slob… he never folded his clothes and he rarely ever got anything good. If only Lovino was a good influence but he's no better.

Downstairs Ludwig plated up their breakfast and took his own to the table, beginning to read again as he slowly ate. He had to admit having the Italian already up and showered was certainly saving them time; usually he had to drag him out of bed for them to get to the meetings on time. Hearing Italy come downstairs he sighed to himself and put the book to the side along with his glasses. He'd need to make sure that the other wouldn't try to kill anyone at this meeting…He was guessing that times have certainly changed since he was last around.

Walking into the kitchen Luciano scowled at the breakfast before scowling at Ludwig, stupid asshole he could have cooked his own breakfast…. It did smell good though. Taking it from the counter he sat in the spare seat next to him to the German and began to eat. "So what the hell is this meeting I'm being forced to attend?" Grumbling between food he tried to make it seem like he wasn't a little bit interested in it.

Sighing Germany looked to Luciano, really wishing Feliciano was back. "Well it's a meeting where all of the other countries come together and /talk/. We try to solve any problems and conflicts between each other." Stressing the word 'talk' Ludwig knew that the other would think about fighting the other nations when meeting them.

Well that sounded stupid... To him at least. What was the point of talking when they could just settle things with their fists and weapons? Rolling his eyes Luciano guessed he could comply with that. Swallowing his mouthful he thought over what he said about the others. "All of the countries? Every one of them?" Looking at him almost dangerously he wanted to make sure a certain someone was going to be there.

"Hm... Yes almost all of the countries." Grumbling at first Ludwig wondered if he had something planned. He'll need to check him for his knife and everything when they leave for the meeting. Finishing his breakfast he got up and began to wash up, no use leaving this for the flies when they were away. "Be ready to leave in 20 minutes. "

Grunting only in response the Italian finished his breakfast a few minutes after and went to get his shoes. After roughly 10 minutes both of the nations were ready to leave much to Ludwig's surprise and were in the car. He had checked the Italian's coat and pockets and found no knife, he doubted that he could hide it anywhere else since he had barely been out of his sight. His silence did disturb him a little, he never knew what this version of Italy was thinking. It was unnerving to know since he was actually a good soldier despite his lack of discipline. Smiling to himself he guessed it ran in the family if Romano, Italy and from what he met of Rome that one, very weird time. As they drove in silence the German was thankful that his country was hosting it this year otherwise this drive would become quite awkward after a while. "I'm expecting you to act like the normal Italy, I don't want questions being asked that distract the main point of this meeting." Glancing to him as they pulled up Ludwig wondered if this was really okay, maybe he should have left him at home; wouldn't be the first time he missed a meeting.

"Sure, whatever you want, captain." Speaking the name sarcastically the Italian continued to look the other way. He was starting to get nervous. It was stupid, he had no reason to be. He could beat these stupid assholes with a hand behind his back since they didn't expect anything in the form of conflict from him. Maybe it was because he was going to see him again. Well not again. Luciano wasn't around when Feliciano met him but he certainly had a few questions that needed answering.

More Author notes yay~ Again I apologise for the quality of this fanfiction as a whole, a lot of it is rushed and probably not well thought through but I know some people might be wanting this since I have a few follows and favourites on it.

I will be beginning with other stories from other fandoms just as a heads up and I hope to update this soon as I am finally getting to the bit where I have ideas w This bit is really just filler to be honest.

Till I update again, thank you for reading ^^.