Feliciano laid on his bed, he was upset, but there was nothing that could be done. He was in his new home, and from the looks of it, he looked like he was going to be in his new home for a long time. He looked around the room, and got off the bed. There were pictures of Austria, and then more pictures of Austria. The boy was beginning to think the nation had a serious problem with himself. He had a nice view of the outside and it was still daylight. Walking to the window seat he sat down and sighed to himself. Leaning his head against the pane, he thought about his beloved Grandfather, the wonderful memories. He started to tear up, and he wanted so much to be away from this place that was not his home.

Austria wiped his mouth, and smiled at the little HRE who was sitting quietly. Roderich then looked over at Elizabeta and gazed at her beauty, but she seemed little upset and poked her fork into her plate. After little Feliciano left the table, the main course was set. Even though it was a delightful meal, Hungary did not have much of an appetite, she was worried about the child. She pushed herself from the table and stood up. Austria being a gentlemen, alongside with HRE, the two stood up and looked at her. Looking at the two, she spoke in a quiet tone.

"If you'll excuse me…I am going to check on Italy…seemed a little upset." She looked over at Austria, and he rolled his eyes.

"Elizabeta…leave Italy be…its apparent the child is still not accustomed to the ways here. Now please. I am going to be in the parlor in a little while, practicing." He turned to HRE. "Ludie…you may have a listen if you are all finished with you dinner." Austria stood up and patting the little nation on the head as he walked by, went down the hall. The music called to him, so he had to go.

This left both HRE and Hungary alone. She smiled at the little nation and standing by the table she went to walk away. Ludwig cleared his throat and she looked over to him.

"Where are you going Elizabeta?" The little nation turned to her with a slight smile. Hungary tensed up and turned back around and looked at him. She pursed her lips and then spoke up.

"Um…well I suppose I was going to see uh…maybe go check on…" She sighed and gave the little nation a coy face. "Oh Ludie…you know I am going to check on him." She clasped her hands together and looked with doe eyes to the boy. She was very surprised as he got down from his chair and held out a hand to her.

"Come…let us go make Italy feel better." The two walked down the hallway, and towards the little nation's room. Once they arrived, Hungary opened the door, and HRE's eyes became wide. Italy was up on the wardrobe with a paint brush in his hand. Before him a painting of Austria, now adorned with a thick black mustache. Ludwig shook his head, and Hungary put a hand to her mouth trying to hold back her laughter.

"Oh Italy…whatever have you done?"

"Come along little one…your brother said for you to be in your room." Belgium held a hand out for Romano who was still sobbing, as his little backside was quite painful. He was hesitant at first, but not wanting to anger Malicia, he grabbed her hand, and the two walked down the hall.

The sobs from the little boy seemed to get louder as he walked, and they had to pass by the room in which Spain and Netherlands were conversing. The cries alerted the attention to Antonio who with his glass of alcohol, walked out to the hall to purvey the scene. He gave the child a stern glance, and Malicia a coy expression.

"Malli…are you trying to wear my patience with that child's infernal whining? Hurry along now…I need to speak to you when you are finished." Spain had not meant to be so stern, he actually adored his brother, and it was very hard for him to keep a gruff demeanor, but in a slight way, he was doing it to so Arie thought he was the bigger nation.

"I am taking him Tonio…quit being such a culo." She shook her head and lead the child down the hall. Spain was flabbergasted that she would even call him that. He turned around and saw Arie laughing into his glass. It was clear that the nation of Netherlands was crocked.

"Shut up Arie…ugh." He walked over to the bottle of tequila and poured himself some more and drank the liquid down. He knew he would have to go down to his little brother's room and say something, he just had no idea what it would be. This being the first time he had ever spanked the youngster.

Once arriving in the room, Belgium let go of the child's hand, and little Lovino ran over to the bed, and flopped down on his stomach. Whether it was the fact that only Belgium was there, or the fact that he was within the safe walls of his own room. He pounded his little fists on the bed, and continued to cry into the pillows. Belgium walked over and sat down on the bed, and rubbed the boy's back.

"Niño pequeño…hush now. You need to calm down." She hummed a slight little tune, but was made to stop as Lovino turned his head.

"MALICIA! Leave me alone! I want to be left alone. Go away!" The boy sniffed his nose and rubbed at his red and puffy eyes. He was obviously not in the mood to be consoled. Belgium who normally objected to anything the boy said whether it was cute, or rude, in which it was at this moment, decided to step away. The boy obviously needed some time to himself. The female nation got up and walked away from the bed, as the child lay and whined more into the bed.

Closing the door, she walked down the hall towards the room which Antonio and Netherlands were still entertaining one another. As she walked into the room, a gaggle of laughter ensued. She arrived in the room, and looked to Arie, and then a straight face at Antonio. Suddenly someone else cleared their throat. Not realizing another nation was in the room, she looked over and saw Fynn. He raised a glass to her, and then took a large swig.

"Hullo dear sister. Are you having a good time?" Said Luxembourg. He smiled, but did not get the kind response in return.

"Ugh, now you are here as well? I have had enough. 'Tonio…I am going home…Lovino is in bed, as you had expected, and I am exhausted." She went to leave, but turned back to the three, especially her brothers. "Don't you two dare come in to my home with your drunk selves. I am locking the door. Goodnight Spain."

All three nations looked blankly at once another, and then burst into laughter.

"Oh my goodness! Italy…what have you done? Austria is not going to be happy at all."

She could not help but laugh because although she loved Austria with all her heart, something she was not quite sure if he had known, she also thought he was quite pompous and could be somewhat of an annoying jerk. Oh but how he made her love him with his musical talent, and his devinare looks.

Ludwig looked up and somewhat smirked, but he did not say anything. Italy hoped down from the painting and walked over to Ludwig.

"Hi Ludie…do you want to paint?" The little nation of Italy held out the paintbrush that was dripping with black ink. Some had gotten on the carpet, and some was all over Feliciano's hands. HRE took a step back. He knew right then and there that Austria would be furious, and he did not want any part of it. He shook his head no, and then stepped backwards. Feliciano's eyes saddened and he then held the brush out to Elizabeta.

"Do you want to paint Hungary?"

"No little one…you need to go put that brush away and we need to go and find something to do. Come, Austria is in the parlor playing piano. He wanted Ludie to have a listen…come along." She held out a hand, but the nation did not want to go.

"No…I don't want to go. I want to play…and I want some cake!" He dropped the brush on the ground and ran down the hall without Hungary or HRE even getting a moment to stop him. HRE looked up at Hungary with a worried look on his face.

"Elizabeta…Austria is going to be so mad…what do we do?" He walked over to the nation and grabbed at her dress. He had not known Italy long, but somehow he wanted to protect the nation. Hungary knelt down.

"Eh…I suppose we can clean the rug…and maybe just close the door. Austria never goes in the spare room…he is much too busy. Come now little one, lets get some cloth and some soapy water. Italy will be fine alone.

The two nations hurried to get the paint stains out of the rug, but they had both overlooked the painting with the large and extremely obnoxious desecration. Once they were finished, Hungary closed the door to the room, and the two walked down the hallway towards the music playing. Austria was very much in his music mode, and nothing could tear him away. When the two arrived, Elizabeta looked around expecting to see Italy, but he was not anywhere to be found. Slightly nervous, she went to leave, but HRE grabbed her hand, and had wanted her to help him with a puzzle. She hesitated, but then complied. Sitting down on the carpet, she spread her skirt down, and helped the child with several pieces of a delightful jigsaw.

Down to random rooms of the mansion, Italy hadn't thought of the repercussions of Austria, as he completely cast his glance to something different now. Arriving in the kitchen, the child was keen on getting some cake. As he walked in, he saw the chef making something, and humming. The man had not noticed the child, as he was very small, and somewhat quiet.

The man was cooking, and usually cooked all day, even though the members of the mansion had had lunch just a little while ago. Feliciano tip toed in and looked at all the food preparations that had been laid out. On the island table. There was a grand goose ready to be put into the oven, a delightful chocolate mouse. There was also a fresh green salad, and his eyes widened when he saw the most scrumptious German chocolate cake. He looked up at the chef again who had his back to the boy. Italy reached out a swiped a chunk of the cake. He stuffed the chocolate delight into his little mouth and his eyes rolled in the back of his head. So delicious. He hadn't kept his eye on the chef, because suddenly the burly man turned around and shouted.

"Dieb, Dieb! Stop you little monster!" He went to circle around the table, but the little nation quickly scooted out of the kitchen with chocolate all over his face. He still had the paint on his hands, and just looked like a little grub. He had to think of someplace to run to.

The three nations who by this time were very much blotto had started to wind down. Spain told the two that they should stay in the guest wing. And he went to leave the room. Luxembourg stopped him.

"HEEEEEEY…where you going man? We are…(urp)…we're supposed to go and hang…find the womens….make the sex. (hic)." He laid a hand on Spain's shoulder, but the nation shrugged it off.

"Fynn…you're clearly too inebriated. Go…have a rest, I will see you in the morning. I must go…(ugh…) I must go check on my little brother."

Fynn did not say anything, he simply walked over to his brother, and leaned down grabbing the man, slinging an arm over the other's shoulder, and the two nations walked out slightly singing. Spain watched and shook his head. He walked over to the water spritzer and sprayed some into a glass. He had not wanted to drink this much, but when the two brothers show up, it is almost always a small party of some sort. Downing the water, he felt slightly better, but not one hundred percent.

He walked down the hall and approached the child's room. Opening the door, he walked in, and Lovino was still laying face down on the bed, but it appeared that the crying had subsided. Once Antonio walked over to the bed and sat down, Lovino could feel the weight on the bed. He hadn't know if it was Malicia back again, so he didn't say anything. Spain took a hand to the boy's back and rubbed it. This caused the child to flip over, forgetting about his welted backside. He angrily looked to his brother.

"Leave me alone Tonio!" Shouted the sharp tongued boy. Spain shuddered back, and pulled his hand back.

"Calm down Romano!…I told you, you are not to talk to me like that!" He waited as the child sensed the firmness in his brother's voice, and then sitting up, he bit back his lip, and tears formed in his eyes.

"Big brother, big brother…my bottom hurts. Owwww…owww." He stood up on the bed, and walked over to his brother, falling over the man's lap. Spain held a hand on his back, and this gave him full right to inspect what he had done.

Pulling down the boy's shorts, he expressed slight concern, but was not that upset. Lovino was the same age Antonio had been when he got his first switching. His father was a strict man, who would not have tolerated any of Lovino's little retorts. The little wispy marks on the boy's backside had faded to a slight pink. Spain put a hand over it and felt the warmness. He picked up the boy, walked over to the armoire and pulled out a lotion. Getting some of his hands, he rubbed some on the child, who moaned at the feeling. Satisfied, he pulled the boys clothing back up, and kissed the boy's cheek. Setting him back in the bed, he then gave the child a more stern look.

"Romano…you were very naughty…so I am going to have you stay in bed for a little while longer. Do you understand?"

"Yes…yes 'Tonio…I will stay in bed." The child gulped loudly. He was not about to be bad while in the presence of the man who had punished him. Spain walked back over to him, and held out his arms.

"Come, give me a kiss and a hug, and let's not talk anymore of this again!" He was embraced by the child, nodding furiously, and now had started crying again.

"Okay now…have a rest. See you later." Tucking him in, Spain then walked out of the room. He smiled as he walked down the hall…and was somewhat sad and upset that his Belgium was not able to stay the night…he would have liked her company.