On the way to the corner, you made a mental list of what you still needed to clean when you got home.

"Let's see, there was dusting the downstairs, cleaning the kitchen in general and all of the upstairs." you thought.

Hopefully, if you finished that, you could paint tomorrow. You definitely wanted to finish as much as you could, your free time was dwindling with work starting on Monday.

You made it to the corner, but Italy wasn't there yet. You sat down on the sun warmed pavement. It was comfortably warm, probably in the mid 70's. Yes, you could get used to spring in Italy quite well.

Colorful people walked past you, laughing and having a good time. Others were grump that they got ripped off or they got a terrible deal.

~MEANWHILE~

Germany walked to the colorful market in search of Italy. People walked along carrying their newly bought products. Stand clerks were enticing people to buy their products. Germany didn't need knew the exact store Italy would be in. He was always in the market, picking up pasta and tomatoes. He turned toward the corner the store was located on and strolled toward the small shop.

Finding the Italian was a synch, as his hair stuck out like a sore thumb. Germany walked over to him.

"Hey Ita- Feliciano" he said, almost forget about the "real name game".

Italy however, was on top of it, "Hi Ludwig! What are you doing here?"

"After you left I went to the bookstore to pick up another novel, and then decided to meet you here."

"How'd you know where to find me?"

"You're always here picking up pasta and tomatoes." The German reasoned.

"….RRRIIIIGGGHHHTTT! Ludwig, you know me too well!" The Italian chimed, "Well I'm just about done here, is there anything you need before we check out?"

"I don't believe so…" The blue eyed man said, putting his hand on his chin to think.

"Alrighty, Let's go!" Italy said twirling to face the other direction.

They checked out and spent a fair amount of time talking to the clerk. Germany couldn't keep up; they were talking too fast in Italian. Instead he just looked around until they were finished, finding himself thinking about the girl he had passed on the street earlier. Soon he caught himself and shook his head, clearing the frivolous thoughts away. Luckily, not long after, Italy was done and they left the store.

"Hey Ludwig?" Italy questioned

"Yes?"

"After I drop these groceries off, guess where I'm going!"

The German, who didn't really care, responded, "Where?" just to be polite.

"I'm going to lunch with the girl I was talking to at the airport! We accidently ran into each other earlier and I invited her to lunch!"

"Oh great, here we go again." Germany muttered.

"What was that Ludwig?" Italy asked, not hearing the German.

He responded quickly, "Nothing."

Italy continued, but Germany wasn't listening, he had more pressing matters than the Italian's mystery woman.

They made it home, and Germany put the groceries away while Italy rushed upstairs to get ready for his lunch date. Afterwards Germany grabbed his new novel and started to read it.

A half an hour later, just as Germany was going to go upstairs and make sure Italy was still alive, Italy came downstairs. He had taken a shower, but wore the same clothes; Germany wasn't sure why he was fussing so much, it was just lunch. Plus, the girl and Italy had just met, no way in hell they were dating yet.

He decided to ask, even though it probably wasn't a good idea to pry. "Italy, do you happen to like this girl quite a bit? You two just met, did you not?"

The Italian cocked his head, then smiled "I always get dressed this way if I meet someone for a meal, even if it's a guy!" he said proudly. "And, yes, I consider her a very good friend already! The more friends the better, right?"

"Just friends. Good," Germany thought, "if he gets too involved he'll skip training or worse."

With that Italy smiled and left the house.

On the way to the corner Italy took a deep breath. Sighing, he took in the scent of bread, wine, and roses. Ferrara was always beautiful this time of year. His curl bounced as he walked. The corner was now in sight, and so was the girl.

~BACK TO YOU~

You saw Feliciano approach you, so you stood up and wiped the road dust off of your bum. His hair was slightly damp, so he must've taken a shower. He wore the same clothes and a bright white smile that could make anyone's day. His hands were in his pockets and he fidgeted slightly.

"Hiya Manoscritto!" He sung.

"Hi Feliciano!" you replied.

Feliciano took your arm in his and lead you to a nearby restaurant.

The waiter seated you at a table outside by the busy streets. The restaurant had a black fence around its outside seating area which glistened in the sun. Bright red roses were situated at the top of each post, giving off their mouth watering fragrance. Other couples or families sat and talked pleasantly. Green, white, and red umbrellas protected the tables from the sun.

Feliciano pulled out a chair for you which you gladly say in. You thanked him as he took a seat across from you.

The Italian was quiet from a moment, then his eyes lit up.

"Hey I just realized I don't even know your name! You asked for mine at the airport, but I never asked yours!"

You laughed at his enthusiasm, "My name is (f/n)(l/n)."

He sighed, "Ve...Thats such a pretty name!"

You blushed slightly, "Thank you Feliciano"

His face lit up even more, if that was possible, "You can call me Feli if you want, Feliciano is kinda long, dontcha think?"

You just smiled and nodded.

The waiter brought out two waters for you and Feli, and you took a sip.

Feli was the first one to break the now noticeable silence, " So bella, What job did you move here for?"

"It's not much, but I'm working at a restaurant. While doing that, I'll try to find more of a legit job like what I went to college for."

"Oh...sounds complicated" was Feli's response.

"Yeah, I guess. I already met my boss before I came here, He's a real pain in the culo if you know what I mean."

This was true, as you had to be interviewed over Skype. Your boss basically looked like a pig. He was very pudgy with a big nose and red face. He had a curly mustache, and when you skyped him, he was wearing a chef's hat. He had been nice when the interview had started, but as the meeting progressed his temper became short. You don't really know what for, you answered all of his questions thoroughly and acted like a good person for him to employ. You could tell from then that this job wasn't going to be the easiest.

Not noticing you zoned out for a little, Feli was ranting about pasta.

You came back to your sentences and tried to catch up to his fast, excited chatter.

"Oh and Linguini is also one of my favorites along with Lasagna, Spaghetti, Macaroni, Pellizzoni, Fusilli, Tagliatelle..."

He continued listing off pasta until the waiter came back around. He asked if we were ready to order and, apparently, Feli had been there before and knew exactly what to get. You, however had no idea!

"Uh...Feli I have no idea what to get..."

"Shall I choose for you, Bella?"

"I think that would be best." You replied

So, with that, Feliciano Ordered two of the same dish, talking in fast Italian with the waiter.

You two continue your light chat until the food was brought out to you. Feli said something to the waiter smiling, and the waiter laughed, then left.

The plates were piping hot, showing the waiters good performance. The gentle ringlets of steam rolled upward and slowly faded, blending with the air. The pasta as the next thing you noticed. Delicate noodles were spread across the plate. An intricate design of sauce was displayed around the noodles, and on top. It was a green color, which meant it was most likely pesto. The main sauce that the noodles were wrapped in was a creamy white. Suddenly, you felt your appetite catch up with you, and you realised you skipped breakfast. Needless to say your mouth watered.

Feliciano, saw this, giggled, put his napkin on his lap, said, "Buon appetito!"and dug in.

You followed his example and took your first bite.

It was delicious! The flavor tasted like a combination of herbs, cheese, and just enough garlic. That in combination with the cheese filled Tortellini made it taste heavenly.

You must have made a noise because Feli laughed at you. You in return blushed a bit and continued eating more self consciously.

Feliciano would occasionally say something and you would respond, but no big conversations popped up. The two of you were more concentrated on the food ahead of you.

You finished only half of it before you were stuffed. Feliciano however ate the whole plate. Now THAT surprised you. For lack of a better word, the petite man had a not-so-petite appetite.

After he finished he looked at your plate and noticed you hadn't eaten it all.

"Would you like a box for that Bella?" He said.

"Actually, yes, that would be lovely." you said.

That meant you wouldn't have to eat canned pears for dinner again. Yes!

The waiter soon came back holding a box and the receipt. You pulled out your purse to pay for your half, but Feli stopped you and insisted on paying for it. You thanked him kindly, grabbed your box of leftovers, and left the restaurant with him.

Feli again grabbed your arm again to escort you back to the corner. This time you passed Suzanne and her jaw dropped. Then she gave you the look of "You're going to tell me everything tomorrow" and you returned by giving her the look of "I will gladly tell you tomorrow" while walking past her stand.

You two talked about a variety of things until you came back to the corner where you met earlier. You looked at your watch, and it read 1:30pm. Plenty of time to clean everything with time to spare.

Felciano turned to you, "Sometime you should come back to my house! Then you can meet Kiku and Ludwig! I'm sure they would love you."

You must have had a questioning look on you face because Feli responded, "Just like I represent Italy, Kiku represents Japan and Ludwig represents Germany."

You gaped, "I-I well uh...um...ok" you said stunned.

Most people don't even meet one representative, let alone three!

Feliciano just laughed and his face brightened, "Hey, you want to come right now?! I have nothing going on today, oh wait you have to clean..." His face dimmed.

"I can come If you really want me to." You said without thinking. Actually, you didn't mind, you still had plenty of time to clean. After all, it was only midday, right?

His face returned to its cheery self. "REALLY?! THATS GREAT! C'MON BELLA!" He sung while pulling on your arm excitedly.

After practically being carried to his house, you arrive to his gate. The first thing you realise: DAMN, HE'S RICH!

"Do all countries live like this?" you gaped.

The gate in front of his house was very tall, made of a gold colored iron, and had the initials "F.V." on them. The base of the fence was made of red bricks, and surrounded the entire yard. It also blocked most of the view of the house, so you would have to wait to see it until the gates were pried open. Feli went to open the gate.

"Some 'countries' have more modest homes because they prefer it, but this lifestyle suits me. After all, I AM Italian." Feliciano said, smiling.

The gate suddenly jerked, and slowly opened revealing the magnificent house on the inside. The giant white stone house sat a good distance away. Dark green Ivy crawled up the sides, and the classic red Italian roof was situated on top. A fountain sat in the clearly well groomed yard. Squat bushes lined the road to the manor, while plentiful fruit trees and grapevines lined the inside of the gate. The drive by the house formed an "O", so you could drive in and out of the residence with ease. A red Ferrari and a BMW sat at the top of the "O" shaped drive, near the house.

Felciano just watched you take in your surroundings with pleasure.

"Come, it gets better inside!" He smiled and grabbed your hand.

The two of you walked slowly towards the house while looking at the environment around you. Feli stopped you at the fountain, and you both looked at your reflections in the glass-like water. The fountain was about double your height. It was carved from a gray stone, and a handful of coins shone at the bottom. Water spurted from the top and fell into the pool at the bottom.

Continuing your walk with Feli, you could see the house more clearly. It was definitely cleaned regularly. The windows sparkled and the stone of the house hadn't even one smudge on it. Rose bushes were tucked up next to the house, and matched the bright red Ferrari. Outside of the manor smelled lovely due to all of the plants. The Mansions front door was painted to match the roof, and had warped glass on the top half. Situated behind the house there was a small forest that rose above the manor.

You must have been making an awe-stuck face because Feliciano laughed, "Have you never been to a manor before, Bella?"

"Yes, but not nearly as beautiful as this!" You said, finding your voice.

"Grazie, Bella! Though half of this is Kiku's doing."

"Let me get this straight. A different country takes care of your lawn?" You said, a little confused.

"Kiku does it on his own free will, he likes nature..." Feli said, fading off.

The two of you stood there for a bit. Unexpectedly you saw something move out of the corner of your eye , so you turned to look. Too late! A cute kitty popped of the bushes and attacked you ankle.

"Pookie!" The Italian said, picking up the cat. The cat clearly loved her owner, rubbing her head against Feli's face lovingly.

"(f/n), this is my cat, Pookie!"

"SHES SO CUTE!" You exclaimed, petting the fuzzy cats head.

The cat was average size for a cat and had warm, light brown fur. You squished her paw and she licked you. You and Feli giggled, then Feli put the cat down and Pookie ran away.

Feliciano grabbed your arm again, and the two of you walked to his front door.

"Ready?" He asked excitedly.

"Whenever you are!" you responded smiling sweetly.

Feliciano went up to the door, opened it, grabbed your hand, and led you inside.

Key

(f/n)= first name

(l/n)=last name

Translations:

Italian

Manoscritto= Ms.

Bella= Beautiful

Culo= ass