*AAAAAAAAHHHH! My mom just got me Hetalia Axis Powers on DVD for Christmas! I slit the wrapping paper a little bit, saw a screen-shot of Russia, and FREAKED! Merry Christmas! And Hanukkah! And...whatever you celebrate!*

"You feelin' okay?" Scout asked me when I walked out of my room with a dazed expression. "Give him a good piece of your mind?"

"You...you could say that," I stammered, collapsing in the nearest chair.

"Nuh-uh," Scout tutted, shaking her head. She sat next to me on the couch and rested her elbow on my shoulder. "I see that look in those big blue eyes of yours. You're love-struck."

"Mm," I grunted. My mouth was a thin line as I thought. I didn't ditch Romano up there. I let him know I was leaving and he let me. But why did I still feel bad about leaving him alone?

"Alright," Scout sighed. I heard a shred of defeat in her tone. "I think that secret of mine is about ready to slip. But if it seems impossible and weird, you'll just have to trust me-"

"I'm in another time stuck between two countries to fall in love with!" I practically screamed. "How is that not impossible and weird?!"

Scout scooted away from me and pouted. "Fine. So, uh, you know about guardian angels and stuff?"

"You're my guardian angel?" I gasped.

"What? No!" Scout held up her hands and signalled for me to calm down. "But one could say I'm close. Y'know that necklace your dad gave you that's now in the hands of the man you ever-so-heartlessly betrayed?"

I gritted my teeth. "Yes. Now get on with it."

"Yeah…" She let out an awkward chuckle. "That was kinda mine."

I narrowed my gaze at her. "Yours?"

"Mm-hm," she nodded. "It's all magic and stuff."

I gave her a weirded out stared and leaned away from her.

"Hold it." She jabbed a finger at me accusingly. "Now before you go making accusations about me, I suggest you take a listen. That thing let's me travel through time. I'm whatcha'd call a 'deliverer,' I guess."

"A wha…?" I raised an eyebrow.

"It's kinda a family thing," Scout shrugged. "I help prevent disasters and murders."

"You aren't doing a very good job," I huffed in monotone.

"Hey, hey, that's just me," Scout snapped. "It's a family business. I only handle the little stuff 'cause I'm fragile and stuff. Anyway, it's real simple, how it works. You just wish to see something. Like, if my next task is to stop a murder, I'd hold the key and say, 'I want to see the next murder.' And then, boom, I'm there."

"And I told it to take me to a place where someone would understand!" I gasped in realization. "But how'd Dad get it?"

"Sneaky guy," Scout pouted. "I dropped the darned thing somehow. And then I couldn't find it. Then I saw you wearing it."

"Ah...I understand." I glanced away, making sure Romano wasn't around. "Wait. If you didn't have the necklace, then how'd you get here?"

Scout pooled around in the pocket of her shorts and pulled out a golden necklace with a pendant of a fox, it's bushy tail hiding anything below it's chest. It seemed like it would jump away at any moment; it was so detailed.

"This is my aunt's," Scout declared proudly. "She let me borrow it. I have this epic sixth-sense thingy, so I know when my necklace is bein' put to use."

"Wow," I breathed. "But...Italy has...my necklace."

"As long as he doesn't say aloud that he wants to be somewhere," Scout said, a serious expression crossing her face. "If anything happens, my aunt will know and use her back-up necklace to fix it."

"Back-up necklace?" I repeated.

"In case she loses one," Scout explained. "She tends to do that."

I frowned when I heard footsteps. Romano trudged down the stairs and walked over to me. We spend a good few seconds just staring at each other.

"I'll leave you two love-doves alone," Scout said, waving a hand. She sauntered out of the room, making sure to give Romano a good "I could do better than her" look. I bit my lip as he sat next to me.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I've been better, but I've been worse," I hedged.

"Look, Bella," he sighed. "I don't want you to be forced into this. You can go back to Veneziano if you'd like, but you know I'd be better for you."

"Sure," I muttered curtly. Now I was really stuck. Not only did I still love Italy, but I was starting to fall for Romano as well. They were complete opposites, but they did have one thing in common: They both loved me. A lot. I could tell. No one ever looked at me the way they did.

"I don't know what to do," I groaned, suppressing a scream of frustration. "I just want to go home."

"I understand." Romano let me rest my head on his shoulder and pout.

"I hate this," I huffed childishly.

"I know," he said simply.

I let my head slip down onto his lap. Darn it, I thought. I'm really tired from crying and it's comfortable, but I feel like I should be getting up…

"Um, sorry," I muttered, raising my head up and settling for leaning against him.

"That's all right." Romano kissed my cheek and I felt the blood go to my face.

"Yeah, real smooth," I grumbled. But I couldn't help but kiss him back.

*Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Y'know, with the holidays and stuff.

Italy: Nooooooo Germany! D':

Romano: :D

Oh, right, he's dead...Um, special thanks to JCScannell for collaborating with me! Let's make this story amazing!

Spain: Huh? Germany's dead? Well, there goes Germano.

Romano: WHAT!? YOU SUPPORT THAT?!

Spain: Heck naw! Makes more room for Spamano! :D

Romano: 0_0 Veneziano?

Italy: *sniff* What?

Romano: stop crying so you can kill me. Spamano can go die!

Noooo! Not my fav character!

Holy Rome: Wha…? Germany!

I know! He was supposed to marry Ita-chan!

Romano: =.= Eh?

Italy: I know! *cries louder* Darn it, now I'm never going to love anyone ever again! NEVER!

France: But what about me~? *makes perverted move of reader's choice*

*kicks France in his special area* YOU STAY OFF MY ITA-CHAN!

Germany: *comes back to life for some reason* ? What's going on…?

Romano: DIIIIIEEEEEE! *kills Germany*

DARN IT!

k bye.*