The inside of the house was magnificent! The front foyer had cherry wood flooring and cream colored walls. Italian paintings hung on the walls and a grand chandelier hung from the high ceiling. A coatrack stood in the corner next to a shoe stand, in which shoes were nicely aligned. Slightly to the right was a spiraling staircase that matched the floor, which rose to the second level of the manor. To the far right there was a tightly shut door, and then past that, what looked to be a study. On the left there was a giant living room, but you couldn't see inside of it that well. Straight ahead there was a long hallway that leads to the center of the house.

While you were marveling at the house, Feliciano took his shoes off and set them in the cubby. You followed suit and took yours off as well. You were so concentrated on undoing your shoe buckles that you didn't see the other man step into the room.

"Ciao Kiku!" Feli said.

You looked up at the stranger.

The man was very short, maybe shorter than you with hair as black as the night. His dark brown eyes sparkled with shyness. He wore a purple kimono and had on that kind of Japanese sock that has a separate place for your big toe. He had a broom in his hand.

"Hello Feliciano-san, may I ask who this is?" He asked politely, in a heavy Japanese accent.

"Kiku, I would like you to meet (f/n)(l/n)!" Feli said cheerily.

Kiku bowed, "Nice to meet you f/n) –san, I'm Kiku Honda. Would you like some tea?"

"Oh, um, sure..." you said.

"So this is the personification of Japan. Huh." You thought. It didn't surprise you; he looked very much like the people from his country, and talked like them too.

Kiku lead you through the main hallway that went to the center of the house.

"Kiku, where's Ludwig?" Feliciano asked.

"You just missed him. He went out for a bit, but he didn't say where he was going. " Kiku answered

"AAAWWW I wanted him to meet (f/n)!" Feli said, disappointed. Then he perked up again, "That means (f/n) will have to come here again!" He smiled at you, "Right, Bella?"

You really didn't know what to say, Feliciano was a good friend, but you didn't want to feel like a burden at all.

Kiku must have sensed the mood, and your thoughts, "We would be happy to have you." He smiled weakly.

You nodded and watched the surroundings you past as you went down the hallway. The walls were the same color, and more paintings and pictures hung on the wall. You passed one that caught your eye. There was Feli, Kiku, and the guy you passed on the street earlier this morning! The pieces suddenly all fit together, and you really wanted to meet this man now.

You passed another photo of Feli with a guy that looked quite like him. There were a few differences though. His hair was darker, the curl was on the opposite side of the head, and it pointed up, not down like Feliciano's.

"That's my brother, Lovino Vargas, or better known as Romano or the southern part of Italy." Feli said, noticing your interest in the photo.

Another photo you passed had a little child in it, the kid looked like Feli, but he/she was wearing a dress. The kid sat next to a piano, where a dark haired man played. The man eyes were shut clearly lost in his music. His dark blue jacket was askew and a little blurred, indicating he was moving at the moment the camera caught the photo. He also had a mole on his face near his mouth, and a weird cowlick /curl sticking from his also stood a beautiful woman in the background. She wore a green maid dress, and her long, wavy, light brown hair fell around her shoulders, following the contour of her body. A little boy was also there, he had blond hair and dark blue eyes. The boy wore a black cape and a black hat that looked too big for him.

"That's me when I was little, the man at the piano is Roderick Edelstein, and the Women is Elizaveta Hedervary, or Austria and Hungary. The little boy was the Holy Roman Empire; I haven't seen him for a LONG time." Feliciano said.

You, knowing your history, knew that The Holy Roman Empire had been deceased for quite some time. If Feli didn't know, you did want to tell him if the boy was his childhood friend.

You three of you continued down the hallway, passing a door every so often on either side until you reached the kitchen.

~MEANWHILE~

Germany had read for about thirty minutes before he got restless. The novel he picked up was boring for even him, and that's saying something.

He marked his page, set the book down, and set out to find Kiku.

Kiku was in the kitchen, making tea. "Kiku, I'm going out for a bit."

Kiku looked up, somehow knowing that Germany was approaching before he entered the room. "Alright, Will you be back for supper?"

"Yes, I'll only be gone for a short while."

With that, He left the kitchen, put his military outfit on, grabbed a water bottle, and left the house. It never hurt to train more, especially if you have nothing to do. He went out by Italy's backyard and jumped the fence, leaving him on the edge of the woods.

He knew exactly where he was going. There was a clearing in the woods to the left that was perfect for his training. The German crunched on twigs and branches that lay dead on the ground as he walked.

The wind was light and warm, and blew around the dead leaves underneath the tall trees. Making it to the clearing, he set his water bottle down. It was windier here; the tall trees that once blocked the wind were no longer in service. The tall grass and branches swayed with every gust of wind. Germany looked up to confirm his suspicion. As he guessed, clouds were starting to roll in.

"Looks like I won't be here long." He thought, as he starting running laps.

~BACK TO YOU~

The three of you walked into the ridiculously large kitchen. The cupboards around the kitchen were the nice cherry wood like the flooring of the manor. An island was situated right in the middle of the kitchen, and had a vase of the roses from the front of the manor. Beautiful marble countertops covered the cabinets, and went nicely with the stainless steel appliances.

Kiku grabbed three Japanese styled tea cups from the cupboards, which matched the teapot he pulled from the stove. He poured the pre made tea into the cute teacups. He set one in front of you first, the Feliciano and finally, himself.

"Thank you." You said to Kiku.

Italy was about to say something when a strong gust of wind blew over the house, making it creak.

"WAAAHHH!" Feli flipped out.

"Calm down, Feliciano-san!" Japan sort of yelled.

"Sounds like there's a storm brewing." You said, going to look out the window.

Sure enough, clouds were rushing through the sky, covering the blue sky that was there before.

"I hope Ludwig-san doesn't get caught in the rain," Kiku thought aloud, "his car is still in the driveway so he couldn't have gone far."

You went back to where you were standing before, still carrying your leftovers from lunch.

"May I put these in your refrigerator so they don't get warm?"

"Sure, Bella!"

You put the contents in the never-run-out-of-space refrigerator and closed the door. You turned to sit back down in your spot when Kiku spoke up."

"Come, let's sit down in the living room, it'll be more comfortable." Kiku said, grabbing his teacup.

Italy and you grabbed your teacups and followed the Japanese man to the living room you passed earlier. Once inside, you got a better look at it.

The living room was very ornate and old styled, but fit in wonderfully. The wallpaper was made from a rich, luxurious, red fabric. A gold and glass chandelier hung in the middle of the room. Two red and gold couches surrounded a large table underneath the chandelier. A chair that matched the couches sat in the corner on your right. The pattern on the couches and chair was intricate; it looked like swirls mixed in with vertical stripes. The table was glass, and matched the lighting of the room well. A piano that looked unplayed sat in the left corner. On the far right there was a glass door that led to another room, which you guessed was the dining room. On the left wall was a large granite fireplace that was empty. A shelf sat about it, and pictures decorated it. A lamp sat in the corner straight to your left, its shade made out of the same fabric of the couches and chair. On the far wall of the room hung a painting of a beautiful girl next to twisting grapevines. The lamp along with the chandelier gave off a soft dim glow, making the room not too bright. Pookie was somehow magically there, lazing on the soft, cream colored carpet.

Japan sat on the couch to the right of the table, while Feliciano took the one opposite of that.

Feli patted the couch next to him, inviting him to sit next to him. You took the offer and sat down on the plush couch next to him. The couch was soft and you sunk deep into the cushions.

"So, (f/n)-san, where are you from, you don't sound Italian." Kiku said, shyly taking a sip of his steaming tea.

"I moved from (y/c), my first job is a restaurant down the street." You said, trying a sip of tea. It burned your mouth, but you managed to gulp it down instead of spitting it out.

"Ah…" Kiku said thinking, "How do you like it so far?"

"It's lovely, but my apartments a mess right now." You said, rubbing the back of your head.

You watched Feliciano try to take a sip of his tea, but his was still hot. He burned his mouth like you and waved his hands by his mouth, showing it was hot. You giggled.

That's when the rain came. It started lightly, then the pace steadily picked up until it was pouring. The giant raindrops hit the roof at full speed and made a loud noise.

"OH NO! LUDWIGS OUT IN THE RAIN!" Feli exclaimed, rubbing his burnt tongue. "WE NEED TO FIND HIM!" Feli stood up.

Kiku flinched at Feliciano's display. "Ita-Feliciano-san he will be fine, knowing him he brought an umbrella and will be back shortly." The black haired man reasoned.

"Why did he change names?" You thought, but quickly dismissed it.

"I guess you're right…" Italy said, sitting back down.

A bright flash lit up the room, then a few seconds later an ear piercing boom. That shut the three of you up for a moment.

That's when it hit you; you had to get home yourself! You didn't have an umbrella, and you walked there!

Kiku saw your panicked face. "What's wrong (f/n)-san?"

"I didn't bring an umbrella with me, it was sunny when I left the house and now…" you faded off.

"Well, Italy currently has his license taken away," the Japanese man looked at the sorry Italian, "So he can't give you a ride home. We could wait for Ludwig to be back, and he could give you a ride home. Are you busy the rest of the day?"

"Well, I still have some of my apartment to clean, but other than that, no." You replied.

It was around 3:30pm now, so you still had enough time to clean.

"Will you have enough time to still finish?" Kiku inquired.

"I should, I don't have to work until Monday, so I can stay up late if need be."

"That's good, then we can w-"Kiku got cut off by the back slider being opened.

A voice rang through the halls of the house. "Hey Kiku, could you grab me a towel?"

~MEANWHILE~

Germany had run a few laps before darker clouds rolled in. He decided he could stay until it started sprinkling. A little water wouldn't hurt, and it normally sprinkled for a while before a good soaking came. He ran another lap before deciding to do some push-ups, then pull-ups.

He thought about a bunch of different things while training. They say that your mind cleared while you work out, but Germany was never lucky enough for that to happen to him.

A giant gust of wind nearly knocked him over. His country almost never got this kind of weather, so it startled him a bit. He continued anyway, dismissing the weather. The trees swayed with the angry wind and leaves twirled.

After a few minutes, the first raindrop hit Germany's cheek. It ran down his face then proceeded to fall off and hit the ground. The raindrop was pretty good sized, and was cold against his sweaty body. A second hit him, then a third. Before he could think much of it, the rain came down heavier and heavier until it was a complete downpour. Instinctively, the blue eyed German put his arms over his head, and went to grab his water bottle.

Germany ran back through the clearing and through the forest. He made it to the gate and attempted to climb it, but his hands and the gate were slicked with the pouring rain. Trying to think of another way up the gold and brick fence, he looked at it. Meanwhile, and he not thinking of this, Germany was being soaked. His muscles shone through his black tank top and his army pants clung to him with every move. His nicely combed back blonde hair was falling out and stuck in his wet face. Pushing his hair back, he made another attempt to climb the gate, but in a different way. The German had more success this time and slowly climbed his way over the fence. He slipped a couple of times, but easily regained his grip and continued on.

He walked through the well cared for back lawn, actually taking his time. The rain felt good; it rinsed off the sweat from his forehead and arms. Once under the balcony overhanging the back porch, he turned to watch the rain. It still came down heavy and steady. The leaves on the trees bounced from the impact, and the bushes did the same. The surface of the birdbath that sat in the middle of the lawn rippled at a very fast pace. Obviously was going to overflow before the rain stopped. Italy's tomato plants were getting a good soaking. Germany didn't know why he even had them, seeing as they didn't produce enough fast enough for the Italian's appetite. Maybe it had something to do with Romano, the Italians brother. Italy's uncovered pool surface also rippled, it's clear surface being penetrated .The pool was situated toward the right of Feliciano's yard. The pool was a little extravagant for Germanys taste; he only needed the necessities for swimming. Brown slabs of rock made up the border, and instead of a diving board, a giant piece of the brown rock lurked over the pool. On the other side of the huge pool was another rock slab, water flowed over this piece though, creating a small, gentle waterfall. It was manually turned on, and wasn't on now. Instead, the heavy rainfall created its own waterfall which fell into the fancy pool.

On the left side of the yard was Italy's colorful garden. Hughes of all colors usually decorated the tops of the plants, but the rain either made the petals fall off or they had closed from no sun. Normally Kiku would take care of the garden, but sometimes Italy would help.

Germany turned to go inside, but realized he was soaked. He took his boots and socks off and set them on the covered porch to dry. Next he peeled his shirt off of his skin, wrung it out, then set it next to his boots. He would probably call for Kiku to grab him a towel; he didn't want to drip all over the house. The German was beginning to thoroughly regret not going inside once he saw the bad weather moving in.

Germany opened the back slider and called in to Kiku. "Hey Kiku, could you grab me a towel?"

He sat there for about a minute before Kiku came to the slider, taking a long look at the half naked, wet German.

"Ludwig-san, did you forget your umbrella?" The Japanese man inquired.

"I thought I would be able to do some training and be back by the time it started to rain. Looks like I was wrong. Besides, when I left, the skies were still clear. The storm moved in fast."

Kiku handed the towel over to Germany, who in turn started to dry himself off. Another flash brightened the sky, followed by a loud crack of thunder. Surprisingly, Italy didn't come yelping into the room.

"Was Italy still out for lunch? Did he get caught in the rain himself?" Germany wondered.

Kiku interrupted his thoughts, seeming to know what he was thinking.

"Feliciano-san is inside; he got home about an hour ago."

"So he didn't get caught in the rain?"

"Hai, he did not."

"Good, he would have dripped all over the house leaving you to clean it up."

Germany entered the house, drier that he was, but his pants were still stuck to him like glue.

"I'm going to go change, then throw these in the laundry." The German stated.

He walked down the all too familiar hallways of the house and to his room, which was handily next to the study. As he approached the corner by the living room, he heard Italy talking. This wasn't a strange occurrence, the Italian always talked to himself. Or, More or less, made noises. But Germany then heard a melodic laugh after that echoed through the halls. It was as beautiful as tinkling bells, and this spiked his curiosity. He turned and looked into the vast living room. Italy was talking about an old memory, his hands flying about. Germany wasn't paying attention to him though; he stared at the girl next to him. His heart skipped a beat; it was the women he had passed earlier on the street!

Key

(f/n)=first name

(l/n)=last name

Translations

Italian

Bella= beautiful

Japanese

Hai=yes