Feliciano timidly walked over to Austria. He played with such a melodious rhythm that the child fell in love with the tune, and his eyes became large and dreamy. Roderich always appreciated anyone who enjoyed classical music. He started playing again, and the little Italian swayed back and fourth and danced. His beloved Grandfather was still in his mind, and though sad, the dancing and music were making him happy. As he danced, a figure appeared watching by the doorway.

Holy Roman Empire stood in his small stature. He too enjoyed Austria's music and would often listen, but he was always busy. His eye then caught the arrival of the little Feliciano and immediately he blushed. Who was this newcomer?

Austria finished the piece, and then looking down at Hungary who's head was still on his shoulder, he planted a kiss on her head. She reciprocated by kissing him back. Then standing up, he took the music piece, said he would see the two at dinner, and walked out of the room. Walking out the door, he saw HRE standing watching the two. He smiled down at the child, and cleared his throat.

"Ludie…what are you doing?" He held his hands behind him in a proper stance, and the little nation looked up.

"Roderich…who is that? Why is that little person in my home?"

"That is Italy. Go ahead and say hello…I will see you at dinner young Master." Austria walked down the hall and whistled the same piano tune. The little nation looked over to see Elizabeta sitting down still at the piano. Hungary sat smitten at the piano seat and then stood up. She walked over to the little Feliciano and took his hand.

"Come along darling, let me get you washed up, and we'll have a little fun outside okay?" She smiled down at him, and he nodded happily. While they walked, Italy saw HRE looking at him. He released himself from Hungary's grip and walked over to the small nation that was just looking at him. He smiled and instead of a polite hand shake, little Italy embraced the other nation. Hugging him tightly, HRE removed himself from the grip, blushing, quickly turned around and left the room in a rush. Feliciano laughed, and looked over at Hungary.

"Who was that?"

"That little one is Ludie…he is the owner of this place, and keeps to himself. So come along, it is still a little while until dinner, lets go pick some wild flowers."

"Veeeeeeee!" Anything to do with outdoors made the boy excited.

The two walked, and Hungary spread out her dress, and sat down on the lawn. She had brought a book outside, and began reading. Italy walked over to some wild flowers and picked some. He was very happy, then his eyes grew wide as he looked and saw some beautiful roses. There delicate and delightful appearance made the boy squeal. He quickly walked over and knelt down. The roses yearned to be picked, so he plucked one from the ground, but they released from the earth so easily, that he picked another one, and another one.

Austria walked from his office where he kept his sheet music, and tucked it into his desk. He stretched and then looked out the window to see the beautiful Elizabeta reading peacefully. Smiling at her, he then turned his attention to the newest member who was pulling his prize roses like they were random blades of grass. He grew outraged and ran towards door to deal with the menace.

Spain walked into the mansion and went to the washroom. Taking a wet cloth, he wiped his face. Fuming, he had never really realized it until that little escapade with the tomato that the child was in need of discipline. All the things the boy did usually made him laugh, or he just tossed it aside.

"Lo que un mocoso!" He muttered to himself as he threw the towel on the floor. One of the help staff would clean it up. He walked out of the washroom and walked down the hallway towards the parlor. He poured himself a glass of tequila and sipped it, clenching his teeth, and the gold liquid was smooth, and unbelievably delicious. He set the glass down, and then stood beside himself, wondering what he was going to do.

Outside, Belgium looked over at Lovino who was skipping around, and singing to himself while he held a tomato. Slightly angry, she waltzed over to the boy and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him towards her, she knelt down.

"Lovino! That was very naughty to do to your big brother! You must go and apologize to him!" She gave him a stern look, but she couldn't really stay mad at him, as she did think it was funny. Shaking her head, she hadn't really known what Spain went into the mansion for.

"Oh Malicia…big brother jokes all the time. He is probably going into the house to get me something yummy. Can we make some tomato salad with these?" The boy looked up at Belgium's eyes and this was something she could not say no to. Taking his hand, she picked up the basket with her free hand, and the two walked back to the kitchen.

There were cooks in the mansion, and maids, butlers and all the such, but when Malicia was visiting, she usually liked to do things herself. She walked in to the kitchen and stopped when she saw Arie standing at the counter. He was sipping a glass of water. Setting it down, he smiled at her.

"Dear brother…what are you doing? Don't you have someplace else to be?" She looked at him annoyed.

Netherlands was always around, even when he did not want to be. Along with his brother Luxembourg, or Fynn…the two would normally bother the hell out of their sister. Fynn was usually not around as much as Arie.

"Hello Malicia, and young Master Vargas. I just thought I would check and see all the action. I couldn't find Antonio…so I just decided to follow the laughter."

Lovino looked up at the nation and stuck his tongue out at the man. Netherlands looked back at the boy with a raised eyebrow. He knew of the way the little boy behaved, and believed nothing a swift crack to his backside wouldn't cure, but he did not want to get involved with the way Spain raised his family. He just politely smirked at the boy, and then back at his sister.

"Fine, since I seem to have bothered you, and whatever it is you two are doing, I will leave."

"Good…we didn't want you here anyways!" Shouted the little boy, whom Malicia quickly walked over and held her hand over his mouth. Arie looked back at him rolling back his sleeve.

"Such talk from a jongetje! If your brother won't control your tongue, perhaps I shall!" He approached the boy, and Lovino who was not afraid of anyone just stood his ground. Reaching for the child, he was stopped by Spain walking in.

"LOVINO…sufficient!" Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked over at Netherlands. "Arie…go on into the parlor, I will join you for a drink in a little bit, let me just deal with Master Vargas by myself!"

"Fine Spain…" He left the room muttering to himself. "Verwend nest kind…" Antonio watched the nation leave, and then turned his attention back to the child.

"You are in need of punishment young man." He said as he pulled out a medium sized black switch, and went to approach the boy.

"You! You little monster…you are picking all of my roses…" Austria ran over to Italy, and then he looked over at Hungary. Shaking his head. "Elizabeta, didn't you see what the child was doing? He is ruining everything!"

Hungary yawned and then looked over at the boy, who up until now was very happy and pleasant. The little four year old looked up at Roderich with a fright in his eyes. The child went to run over to the female nation, but Austria grabbed him first. Because the child was small, Roderich tucked him gently under his arm, and gave the boy five extremely firm pats to his rear end. The boy, who had only been spanked twice by his Grandpa Rome for getting paint on the couch and the other time for touching a knife while his Grandfather was cooking, burst into tears. Austria then set him down looking mildly annoyed.

"You will learn to leave certain things alone here ja?" He shook a finger at the little boy who's eyes streamed with tears, and stood rubbing his backside. Looking back over with Hungary, he rolled his eyes. "Elizabeta…please be more aware of what he is doing." The Austrian stormed back off into the house, muttering everything else in German.

Hungary held out her arms, and the little boy ran to her and cried. She gently spoke to him, and embraced him lovingly. Dinner was almost ready to be served. Inside the house, watching the whole seen, HRE smiled to himself. He had been there with Austria…making the man angry about his music, and found himself over Roderich's knee in the past.

Once the boy had calmed down, Hungary stood up and took his hand. The flowers that they had picked, they brought inside, and were set in a vase. They were very beautiful, with a mix of the wild flowers and the roses. Hungary smiled, she then smelled the air, and sensed that dinner was close.

"Come little one, let us wash up…I am sure we are going to have supper in a bit. Don't worry lovely. Dry your eyes, Austria forgives easily, and he is not mad at you anymore."

"Okay…" Said the small little voice that came out of his small little face.

He reached up, and took her hand. The two walked down to the washroom. Running the water, the child put his hands through the stream, and the dirt washed off. Hungary had held him, and then when he was clean, she put him down. Washing her own hands, and shaking them dry, the two walked out, and into the dining room. Austria was already seated as was HRE. The two looked as Hungary walked in with the little boy.

Feliciano looked over at HRE, and he smiled. HRE just stayed seated. The chef brought out some Kartoffelsuppe. This was a traditional potato soup, and one of little Ludie's favorite. Feliciano who was not used to German cuisine took a spoon and dipped it in. He was not going to be very happy with the changes in his diet, since it was so rich and hearty with pasta, cheeses, and pizza. Austria watched as the boy more or less "played" with his food.

"Italy…you will learn that some things here are not to be played with. Are you having a problem with your soup?" He asked in a stern tone. Hungary looked over at the nation, and then back at the boy. HRE put his spoon down and watched, worried at what would happen to the youngster.

"Uh…its um…its fine Mr. Austria…its yummy." He took the spoon, plunged it into the concoction, and then took it to his lips. Not believing the soup would be any good, he quickly realized it did have some flavor to it. Nothing like that of his Grandfather's cooking, but it still was slightly tasty.

When Austria saw this, he calmed down, and smiled slightly. The soup was cleared, and the salads were brought out. Feliciano smiled, because it was something he recognized. Just a simple tomato salad. As he ate, he suddenly became very emotional, and threw his fork down. Starting to cry, Austria raised and eyebrow and looked over at Hungary. She quickly walked over to him, and knelt down to his level.

"What is the matter darling?"

"I miss Grandfather. I don't want to be here! I want to go home!" He got up from the table, without being excused and ran down towards his room. Austria let it slide, after all, he had to be slightly compassionate.

Spain stood in front of the little boy who up to this point had behaved very poorly. Letting many things slide in the past, he was not going to accept this behavior anymore. He walked towards the boy, and all Lovino could do was back up into Belgium. He held on to her skirt, and would not let go.

"Vienen aqui Lovino!" Spain kept a calm demeanor. He knew the boy did not understand the language that well, so he repeated himself in English. "Come here Lovino Vargas!"

In no way did he want to scare the child, but he had to be firm. The boy shook his head and held on tighter. Antonio looked at Malicia and she nodded her head. She put down her arms holding the boy, and turning him around, so his face was in the skirt that she was wearing, and she then restrained his arms.

Spain knelt down and lifted the boy's shirt up, and took down his pants, along with taking down his undergarments. Belgium could feel the boy's hands starting to sweat, and she felt bad, but sensing how angry Spain was, she did not object. Antonio put an arm around the boy's little waist to hold him further, and he raised the switch in the air. Quickly realizing what was happening, he twisted and turned with a slight yell. Belgium held him firmly, and the implement came down with a crisp swat to the boy's backside.

"Owwww!" He cried out and jerked his head around to try and kick at his brother. "Big brother is a bastard…you jerk!" He was silenced by another switch, this time slightly harder. It took the breath away from the boy, and tears built up, but he would not let them fall, being incredibly stubborn.

He received ten extremely well placed stripes to his backside, and the back of his thighs. It wasn't until the third switch that the child was completely sobbing, and being most pathetic in his brother's eyes. Spain wanted an effective reminder of how the boy was to behave, and what would happen if he continued speaking rudely. Adjusting the boy's pants, he pulled them back up, fixed the boy's shirt, and stood up. The little boy held on to Belgium's dress and cried into it.

"Malicia…see that Master Vargas has had some light lunch, and then he is to remain in his room for an hour." Spain did not look at the boy. He held the switch in his hand, and walked back towards the mansion in need of a well deserved drink. Walking to the parlor, he saw that Netherlands was relaxing in a chair, sipping a glass of tequila.

"Arie…would you be a gent and make me a glass…I am in dire need right now after that little bout with the brat."

The nation smiled and got up. He walked over to the table where the alcohol was placed, and picked up the rather expensive bottle of the delightful stuff. He poured some into a glass, added ice and some lime, and gave it to the other nation.

"Gracias Arie." He took the glass to his lips and downed it in one sip. Licking his lips, he looked over at Netherlands, and smiled. "What? It has just been that kind of day. Ugh…"

"That bad huh? Don't feel bad…you are not the worst brother…let's face it, he should have been minded with the likes of that switch a long time ago." He swallowed the last of his drink too, and crunched the ice between his teeth. Spain objected slightly.

"Mind your own affairs…he is my brother, and I will say how he is brought up…" After thinking for a moment, and handing his glass to Netherlands to fill up, he admitted…"Yeah, I suppose you are right, please fill up the glass."

A sobbing Lovino sat at the table. He poked his finger in and around his rice and beans. Belgium sat across from him and waited until he at least had something in his stomach. His backside was incredibly sore, and he bit back more tears as they streamed down his face. An incredibly bold, and reserved child, he did not want to seem like less than a man in front of Malicia. But she did not think differently, he was after all still a small nation…at five years old, so much for him to learn.