Okay, here's the second half of this chapter! I might end up having to split this into a third part. Enjoy!

Italy woke up by the sun beaming from the balcony window. He yawned then sat up; surprised that he didn't see Luna on the other bed.

"Luna?" Italy called. There was no answer. "Sorellina?" Once again, there was no answer. "Piccola bambina?" Still no answer, "That's strange, normally she would say something about the 'piccola bambina' statement…" Italy mumbled to himself. Then he got up from the bed. "Fratello?" Romano stirred.

"What, bastardo?" Romano mumbled.

"Where's Luna?" Romano immediately shot up from the bed.

"Idiota!" Romano yelled, "How the hell do you lose a six-year-old girl?!"

"Ehh! I'm sorry, fratello!" Italy screamed while crying, "She was gone when I woke up!"

"Then find something that could indicate where she went!" The men started searching the room until Italy found a note on the nightstand.

"Look, fratello! I found something!" Italy said happily.

"Well, what is it?"

"A note," Italy said then opened the note, "Giù mangiare la prima colazione di lusso. Preparatevi a lasciare presto. Down eating luxury breakfast, get ready to leave soon."

"I know what it means! What time is it anyway?" Italy pulled out his phone and checked the time.

"Ay! Fratello, it is 8:15!" Italy yelled.

"Merda! Get ready to go!" Romano started throwing clothes at Italy from the single, black suitcase that was never mentioned before now. After they finished getting dress, Italy was about to open the front door but stopped when it opened with Luna on the other side. "WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?"Luna was wearing a tank top, shorts, flip-flops, and sunglasses. Luna lowered her glasses then looked at Romano.

"Je mangeais la nourriture. N'avez-vous pas lu la note?" Luna said in French, pointing at the note still in Italy's hand. Romano then walked over to Luna and flicked her forehead. "Ow! Perché hast du das getan?!"

"Speak in a language we understand!" Luna sighed.

"I'm assuming English," Luna hummed, "I said 'I was eating food. Did you not read the note?' I mean, I wrote it in Italian which was hard considering that only know the German alphabet."

"It's the same alphabet."

"Nuh-uh, Italian doesn't have umlauts and the ezsett," Luna said, crossing her arms, "and German doesn't have the accent marks."

"You're such the linguist," Romano sneered, "Speaking of 'linguists', don't code-switch German and Italian."

"Why?"

"Just don't do it," Luna sighed.

"Oh, yeah, here," Luna pulled some keys out of her pocket and threw them to Romano.

"Why did you have these?"

"I needed to get my clothes."

"But we didn't pack you any clothes, sorellina," Italy said.

"Oh, I know, but rolling with you guys made me realize that I constantly have to be prepared. So I left spare clothes in the car."

"You didn't put any clothes in the trunk," Romano said.

"You're right; I put it under the backseat." Both Romano and Italy gave Luna a crazy look, "So are we going to a world meeting?" Romano sighed and Italy 've~'ed then walked out of the hotel room with Luna in tow.

The Italians and the Anatolic pulled up to a large building. Romano quickly checked his phone and then put it back in his pocket.

"Merda, we're late," Romano said as he jumped out of the car. Everyone else followed suit and ran into the building. When they were about twenty feet from the conference room, they slowed down and adjust their clothes. "Luna, stay out here."

"Why?" Luna asked, confused.

"Don't ask, Luna," Italy said, "just do." Luna just sighed and nodded. Italy patted Luna's head and smiled. Luna then moved to the wall as Italy and Romano walked into the conference room. As soon as the doors closed, Luna dropped to the ground.

"What do they expect me to do while they're in a meeting?" Luna sighed. Luna sat there for what seem like eternity but was only twenty minutes. Luna sighed, stood up, and decided to go back to the car but stopped the conference room opened.

"Jerk England!" Luna heard someone yelled. Luna turned around and saw a boy with sandy blond hair that looked about 11 or 12. Then the boy turned and saw Luna. "Who are you?" The boy said in a British accent.

"I think I can ask the same question," Luna answered smartly. Luna was a lot shorter than the boy so she was forced to look up to him.

"I am the Principality of Sealand! I am a very powerful country."

"If you are a country, shouldn't you be in the meeting?" Sealand gave a nervous laughed.

"Yeah, but those countries are lame so I left. And you are?"

"I am the Kingdom Descended from the Sun and Moon otherwise known as the Sun and Moon Kingdom," Luna said as she curtsied.

"Okay, S.M.K.," Sealand said, "If you are a 'kingdom', shouldn't you be in the meeting?" Luna cringed slightly at both the nickname Sealand immediately gave her and the question.

"Well, I was told to stay out here not kicked out like you," Sealand jumped.

"What are you talking about? I walked out!"

"Right, right," Luna said sarcastically.

"Hey! It's obvious that I'm older than you so that makes me the boss of you!" Sealand yelled.

"What makes that true! I just met you and you're trying to boss me around?" Luna yelled back.

"Yeah! I have superiority!"

"No, you don't! You don't just walk up to someone and say you're the boss of them!" Luna sighed and sat on the ground. Sealand just looked down at her. "You seem to be here often, so what time do they usually get out?"

"Well," Sealand sat down next to Luna, "Since almost never get anything done, they're in there for a while. They usually leave for a lunch break at noon and if they don't dismiss before then, which usually happen, the meeting is supposed to end at 3."

"Thank you," Luna said calmly.

"No problem, S.M.K.," Sealand smiled.

"You know, my human name is Luna."

"Mine is Peter but I prefer Sealand," Sealand jumped up from the ground, "So I can be recognized as a country!"

"So you're a micronation? I was totally under the impression that you were a powerful country," Luna said the last part sarcastically.

"Ha-ha, very funny," Sealand said as he sat back down, "Well, I already knew you were a micronation."

"What gave you that impression?"

"I've never heard of the Sun and Moon Kingdom."

"Well, I've never heard of the Principality of Sealand."

"Touché," Sealand said. Luna snickered. "How old are you anyway?"

"How old are you?" Luna asked back.

"Do you not like answer a question first?"

"Nope," Luna said, smiling.

"Well, do you want national age or human age?"

"Let's do both."

"Well, let's see," Sealand started, "My nation started in the 1960's and my human age is 12-years-old."

"Well, I am 6-years-old in human age and I'm," Luna stopped and started counting her fingers, "about 6 or 7 months old in national age."

"Really? That young?"

"Yup," The two micronations talked for hours. Suddenly, a grandfather clock from the end of the hallway went off. Sealand immediately stood up from the ground.

"I think you should get up. It's time for the lunch break," Luna got up from the ground. "Get as close to the wall as possible." Luna complied and soon as the conference room door opened, people started to rush out of the room. Luna started searching the crowd for Italy and Romano but stopped when she saw someone else.

"Vati!" Germany turned to the voice and smiled. Luna ran up to Germany and he pulled her into a spinning hug .

"Vati?" Sealand asked confused.

"Yeah, Vati," Luna said to Sealand then turned to Germany, "Wie geht es Ihnen, Vati?"

"Mir geht es gut," Germany answered, "Und dich?"

"Ich bin gut. Wo ist Romano und Italien?" Sealand watched the German conversationin confusion. Then Romano and Italy walked out of the conference room.

'Ve~ Germany!" Italy said happily.

"Hello, Italy," Germany said.

"Great, now Luna's going to smell like you, potato bastard," Romano said, pointing at Luna who was being carried by Germany.

"I'm hungry," Italy said, "I wonder if Paris has good pasta…Luddy, would you like to come with us for food?"

"I don't want to eat with the potato-lovin' bastard!" Romano yelled, "He probably wants us to eat wursts and potatoes…"

"Please, Lovi?" Italy whined.

"You know what? I don't care. Go eat. I'm going to find Antonio." Romano walked away. Italy sighed then returned to his happy self.

"Are we leaving?" Italy asked as linked his arm with Germany's. Germany nodded and placed Luna on the ground.

"Ja, let's go." The three started to walk away, but Luna stopped and walked back to Sealand.

"Are you going to eat?" Luna asked.

"I'll be fine. I'm, uh, going to eat with some other countries," Sealand said. Luna gave him a skeptical look but nodded. She then gave him a goodbye then ran to catch up with Germany and Italy. As she grabbed Germany's hand, Luna gave the sad boy a final glance.

Sealand made his first appearance! Please tell me if you feel that Sealand's in character or not. And also tell me if you think Germany is still in character. For some reason, I feel that he's a little OOC. Tell me what you think! Hasta la pasta!