I laid lazily on my bed, clutching the sheets. What the heck was going on? I didn't have a brother, but his eyes did look like mine… I sat up and smoothed out my nightgown. I had to tell someone about this, but definitely not Romano. He wouldn't understand. America, as much as I hated to say something bad about him, wasn't very bright. And Britain was a pretty decent guy, but I couldn't help but think he was a little overprotective of me sometimes. Scout…did I really need a reason? And Russia-

"Russia!" I exclaimed out loud. I swung my legs over the edge of my bed and hopped off. I rushed to the phone sitting in an empty office. I dialed the number and anxiously waited.

"Hello?"

"Russia?! Hi! Um, I just needed someone to talk to. Do you mind?"

I could tell Russia was confused on the other end. "Why don't you just talk to Romano?"

"You know how judgmental he is. I have a little…problem."

"What is it?"

"Um, I kinda ran into this boy at Carnevale and he says he's my long lost brother. I'm really really at a loss at this point. It's been a day and I still can't figure out what to do…"

"Well, you should confront him about this, da? The problem will not go away on its own."

"Yeah, I guess so," I moaned, sagging my shoulders. "But I don't know-"

"Hey, sis."

I shrieked loudly and dropped the phone, whipping around and leaning on the table in shock. Paulo was sitting in the window, one foot on the windowsill and the other hanging outside. I stood there silently for a moment before picking up the receiver and putting it to my ear.

"That's him," I muttered in a shaky voice.

"Why'd you scream?" Russia asked firmly. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just not used to guys stalking me outside my windows," I groaned. "Bye." I hung up without waiting for a response. "Get out."

"Why?" Paulo pouted. "I came to visit my sorallona…"

Sorallona? Okay, I know I'm not fluent, but that term is a little…childish. Too affectionate! Granted, Italy calls Romano 'fretallone' sometimes, but he has an excuse because it sounds cute when he says it!

"Leave me alone!" I spat. "I don't want you around me!"

Paulo slid onto the carpet and followed me around as I quickly paced around the room, trying to get away from him. "Why? I'm cute."

"No! Do not play the cute card!" I threw myself onto my bed and lay motionless. In the silence, I wondered if Paulo had left, but if I moved I thought he'd somehow start talking again.

"Are you dead?" he suddenly asked innocently.

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Please don't come to my funeral."

Paulo blinked stupidly and flopped down next to me in the same position. "Hey, sorallona?"

"What now?!"

"How come you don't think I'm your brother?" He faced me, propping his head under his hand. "We do kinda look alike. And we have the same parents. When's your birthday?"

"The sixth of January," I muttered.

"Me too!" Paulo gasped.

I tensed. So was mine. "What hospital were you born in?"

"St. Mary's," he answered.

Me too. "What time?"

"Midnight."

Me too. "What room…?"

"Block C, room ten."

Me too. "You've gotta be lying," I laughed humorlessly. "You just described me."

"You see?" Paulo sat up and so did I. He slid his arm around me, but I didn't push him off. "We have to be siblings for all that to be true. Right?"

"…You said Dad came to live with you, right?" I changed the subject.

Paulo tilted his head. "Hm?"

"You'd know where he is. Is he still with you?"

Paulo frowned. "Yes, he's still with me. I still live with him."

"Then take me to see him!" I pleaded. I pointed to his choker charm. "You can go any time, right? Please, please take me to him!"

He smirked smugly, like this was an everyday conversation with no significance. "Admit it."

"Admit what?"

"That I'm your twin brother," he clarified. "Say it! Say it, sorallona!"

I grimaced and through gritted teeth, I said, "You…You're my brother…"

"What kind of brother…?"

"My twin brother," I moaned, adding a few choice words aimed at him after.

"Okay, I'll let you go," Paulo laughed. "But you have to stay with me the whole time."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I huffed. He clasped my hand and muttered something under his breath. Suddenly, my sight became filled with a blinding light. I looked around, frightened at the feeling of traveling through time again. But this time I could see distorted images: a bus crash, a battle at God-knows-where, even two children playing. Then I saw Paulo.

"That's me!" he gasped in delight, pointing to an image. It was him as a child, squatting in the sand with a young man. He ruffled Paulo's hair affectionately.

"Dad," I whispered.

"Uh-huh~!" Paulo smiled. "He's wonderful, isn't he? That's when he first came to live with us."

"Oh, I- EEEEK!" I screamed as the bed disappeared from under me and I began to fall. The wind screamed in my ears as Paulo let go of my hand.

"Fall, sorallona!" he shouted as I passed him, dropping backwards into the vortex below me. "It's fun!"

"This isn't fun!" I shrieked. "It's scary!" I didn't dare look over my shoulder and into the swirling black oblivion I'd gotten only a glimpse of a second ago.

"It is fun!" Paulo slapped his arms to his sides and went down head-first past me. I watched as the black hole sucked him up. Before he disappeared into the dark, I heard a last yell of, "C'mon, Bella!"

I rolled over reached out to grab him, but a hand from above grabbed my nightgown and pulled me upright.

"Scout?!"

She furrowed her eyebrows and refused to let go of my clothes. "What the heck're you doin' down here?"

"Th-This guy took me," I hedged. "Scout, saaaaveeee meeEEEE!" My plea for help got louder as I got closer to my doom. It sucked me and Scout up and I closed my eyes, afraid.

"Open your eyes, kiddo."

I cracked an eye open to see Scout standing over me. Well, floating over me, anyway. I glanced around wildly. "Where am I?! What?!" It was so dark, I couldn't tell if I was in a room, open space, or nowhere at all. "PAULO!"

He pounced on my from behind and I screamed again. I fell to my knees and groaned.

"You are soooo cuuuute when you're scared!" he cooed, his hands clasped next to his face. I raised my hand to slap him but Scout grabbed it put herself in between me and Paulo.

"You again," she snapped flatly. Her green eyes flashed dangerously. "What are you doin' with Bells?"

Paulo put on his "I-didn't-do-anything-I'm-adorable" face. "Why are you talking to me like that?"

"Because I don't want you with Bell," Scout spat. "Leave us alone."

"But I brought her here," Paulo protested. "She's my sister!"

Scout paused and slowly looked at me. "You're Paulo's sis?"

"I-I dunno, I mean…I'm not su-I, uh…Maybe," I stuttered. "But it's not like I chose for him to! I have no need for him, so he's not staying. He's just taking me into the future to see my dad."

"That's all, huh?" Scout put a hand on her hip. "Fine. Guess I followed y'all for nothin'. …Bells, are you sure you want to go with this guy? He isn't very responsible."

"No, I'll go," I said, standing up. "I want to see Dad again."

"Are you going to stay?" Scout asked hesitantly.

"Maybe," I shrugged. "I'm not sure if I will or not."

"But Romano and Italy…" she argued.

"…Leave me alone, Scout," I huffed, walking towards Paulo. "I have to go back. Romano and Italy are in the past…literally."

Paulo took my hand and Scout disappeared, color returning to the world. I felt my feet on the ground again and released my brother's hand. I looked left and right. A bed. A closet. A cozy home. It was…cute. It was nice.

"C'mon!" Paulo dragged me into the living room. I saw a man sitting on the couch cross-legged, reading a German newspaper. A woman across from him a recliner with a cigarette in her hand, blowing smoke out of her mouth. Her silky light brown hair laid flawlessly on her bare shoulders. She only had on a pink tank-top and jean shorts. She tapped the ash off her cigarette into the ashtray.

"Look, Kai, I don't want you to be mad at me," she sighed. "But I'm gonna have to leave again."

"Where?"

I held my breath. This was my dad. That was his voice. "Daddy…"

"Heya, Pops!" Paulo ran out from around the corner I was hiding behind and flung himself into Kai's arms. "I'm back~!"

"Hey, son!" Kai stood up and folded up his newspaper, throwing onto the coffee table. He ran a hand through his blond hair. "How'd it go?"

"I went to Italy and saw Carnevale!" Paulo piped. "It was great to just to do something fun for a change."

"That's great," Kai chuckled. "Hold on, I'll be right back."

He got up and walked around the corner and bumped into me. He eyed me for a moment and sighed, turning back to Paulo. "How many times have I told you not to bring back people from the past?"

"No, no," I stuttered. "I, um…I'm Paulo's sister…"

He gave me a bewildered stare. "Bella?"

"Y…Yeah…" I cast my gaze down at the floor.

He broke out into a sudden grin. "Bella!" He picked me up and I squealed in surprise. "You finally came back! I've missed you! Sorry I didn't recognize you. You've just grown up so well!" He put me down and held my face in his hands.

"Daddy…" I threw my arms around him and hugged him. "I've missed you so much!"

"Welcome home, Bella," Kai laughed happily.

*Yay! Bella-chan went home!

Romano: So she just left me…? D':

Yeah! And I also made a fan-made German vocaloid named Kai. (Even though it's a girl.) We need a German vocaloid! I couldn't find one! GER-MAN-Y! GER-MAN-Y!

Italy: Why isn't there an Italian vocaloid…? :(

Spain: There's Spanish vocaloid! :D

Romano: SHUT UP!

Spain: D:

And I'm listening xMiuNyu's German cover of Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder. Envy has a great Italian version of The Lost One's Weeping too! :)

K bye.*