Austria had finished the piano concerto that he had been playing for Italy, HRE and Hungary. Smiling he looked over at Hungry, and blushed slightly. He got up and walked over to her, kneeling down he spoke to her softly.

"I have a few things to take care of…so I want you to take those two outside, and keep them occupied. It won't be long, and then perhaps we can have a lovely dinner…please excuse me." Austria walked out of the room, and Hungry looked at both children.

"Come little loves…let's go outside and have some fun." She stood up, extended a hand and both boys grabbed her embrace.

Austria meanwhile walked down to his study and sat down at his desk. Since he apprehended the little nation of Italy, things have been slightly harder to manage. The child even at the age of four was somewhat harder to deal with, and this was even with him having HRE. At least Ludwig was a better behaved nation.

Elizabeta played a little game of hide and seek with the two. Italy was the seeker, while HRE and herself hid from the little nation. This kept up all afternoon. Chef Bjorn was still slightly upset because of his beloved dessert almost being completely destroyed, but he managed to fix it. The dinner bell was ringing, and Hungry looked up from where she was sitting, hiding. Once she stood up, Italy spotted her and rang towards the female nation.

"I found you! Lizzie, I found you! Haha, there you are!" The little nation ran and grabbed at her skirt. She leaned down and held him. HRE who was still hiding, poked his head out from the bush he was behind, and a glare formed on his face. He was now fond of Italy, but was slightly jealous of the love between Hungry and Italy. He watched as she picked the little nation up in her arms and swung him around. Laughing and hugging her, Italy was finally starting to have fun, it had been a long time since he had felt happy since arriving at the mansion. Hungary looked over at HRE and waved him over.

"Come little one, its time to go inside. Time to have some dinner. Are you as famished as I am?" She held the nation's hand. Ludwig ran over and grabbed her other hand. They walked in, and to her surprised, Elizabeta noticed that Austria was not at the table yet. She sat the children down, and then was seated herself.

Chef came over to the table, whilst giving Italy a watchful eye. He set down the first course of sausage soup to each of the nations sitting. Before they began, Austria hurried in and nodded at each of the children, and Hungry. Sitting down, he took a napkin, and put it in his lap.

"Well, come now, lets begin, this soup will get cold if it doesn't get to little one's stomachs." He dipped his spoon in, and put it to his lips. Bjorn was a fine cook, and this evenings soup was delicious.

Spain filled the bathtub with a generous amount of water, and sudsy bubbles because Lovino could not take his bath without bubbles. Turning around, Antonio took down the child's pants, and pulled the shirt off his head. Once the boy was in the bare, he was lifted into the tub and sat soaking. Spain got up and sat at the edge just talking with him.

"So…is everything to your liking Romano?" He watched the boy poking the bubbles, and piling them, making them higher. He was not paying attention to his brother. "Hmmm…okay, well, I suppose if you are all good and fine, then I guess I won't ask if you want ice cream or…"

This seemed to alert the boy's attention. He stood up with suds streaming down him and he jumped up and down causing water to get all over the floor.

"'Tonio…I want ice cream! Yes…um ice cream and brownie, and maybe double ice cream!"

Taking a towel from the linen closet, he yanked the boy from the tub, and wrapped him in the cloth.

"Yeah, you want ice cream? Okay…and maybe invite Malicia?"

"Yay! Yes!" Lovino was so excited that he dropped the towel and ran from the bathroom in the nude.

"Romano! Get back here, you'll catch your death of cold!" He chased the boy who giggled as he ran from his brother. The faster he ran away, the more upset Spain got. He did not want the child to get hurt, and would be mortified if another nation came around and saw a bare skin little boy running around.

Spain continued to run after Lovino when he stopped because the boy had stopped and was looking up. There standing before him was Luxembourg and Netherlands.

"Hey there little runt, bath time over?" Said Arie. "Isn't he cute Fynn? Netherlands knelt down and tussled the boy's hair, but he got upset and backed away, right into Spain's legs. Antonio reached down and snatched the boy up in his arms, which resulted in Romano kicking and swearing.

"Let me down big brother, let me down!"

"Stop it brat…your in need of some clothing, come on now!" He held the child tightly and looked over at his guests. Always waltzing into his house, Spain really did not have any say. "Guys, go into the parlor or whatever…I will meet you later. Come on Lovino…you are still slightly a mess." He held the boy tightly, without getting a word back from the two brothers.

It would be a long night, since they were there, drinking would be the main attraction. Spain sighed as he walked down the hall with the rambunctious boy, and he thought to himself all he wanted was to spend time with Malicia. He hadn't noticed the child was fidgeting so much, he snapped out of his trance as he felt a kick to his side, and gasped out. He looked down at the bare little boy.

"Lovino Vargas…just what are you playing at? Why are you suddenly behaving like a little monster?" He arrived in the bathroom, and closed the door, setting the child down. Little Italy was getting red in the face, and then looked up at his brother.

"What are they doing here? Now we can't have ice cream!"

Spain looked at his little brother with compassion. All the boy wanted was time alone, and ice cream. He knew how to fix this.

Second course of salad was being placed at each of the nations place settings. Austria took his fork, and began to consume his endive and turnip salad. HRE quietly ate, but Italy just stared at the odd shapes on his plate. He did not want to be scolded, so he made sure Austria was not looking, and placed a hand to some of the greenery. He picked up a radish. Popping it into his mouth, he made a face and spit it out. Hungary glanced over at him and gave him a stare. The boy was not satisfied with what was placed in front of him, but he did not want to anger Roderich.

"Um…Austria…do we have any plans for later this evening?" Asked Hungry, as she looked up at the handsome nation. He swallowed a mouthful of lettuce, and then smiled at her.

"I have much to do Elizabeta…perhaps you should find something to do with Ludwig and Feliciano. It will most likely be morning when you see me again."

Bjorn walked in with several silver platters. The salad plates were taken away, and dinner was now being served. A delightful roast goose, with a plum sauce, mashed potatoes, and snap green peas. Italy's eyes widened as he saw all that was placed in front of him. The boy could not control himself. He leaned forward and went to grab a piece of the goose wing, when Austria got to him first and slapped his hand out of the way.

"Nein! Italy…have you no manners? Stop it right now. How were you raised?"

The boy pulled back his hand and sat at the table with large tears in his eyes.

"Oh no you don't…don't you shed one tear little one, or I will give you something to cry about." Mumbling in his native tongue, he was interrupted by Hungary.

"Oh Roderich for heaven's sake, don't be such a grump…the child is clearly famished!" She patted his hand, and smiled. "It's alright love…Austria doesn't know how to act sometimes."

Dinner commenced in the usual manner. Once the dishes were cleared, the four had a sumptuous German chocolate cake, and then Austria left the table to attend to his own private work. Italy and HRE had had such a lovely time eating the cake, that their hands, and faces were covered in chocolate. Smiling at the two, Hungry got up from her seat and looked down at the two.

"Come along children…bath time for the both of you." She held out a hand. Italy grabbed one hand, but Ludwig was very standoffish.

Dumping water on top of Romano's head, the boy was displeased because from running down the hall, he managed to get dirty again, so he had to go back into the bath. Spain watched as the boy just sat in the basin stewing with slight agitation.

"Come on now…just because they are here, does not mean that we will not have ice cream. Besides…don't you think it would be nice to invite them for some ice cream too?"

Italy looked up at his brother with daggers. Nothing was to be shared unless he thought it was a good time. He splashed a large amount of water in his brother's face and then crossed his arms over his little chest.

"Ah…well…I take it that would be a no…fine." He reached in and grabbed the boy out of the water. "Come on…let's get you dressed."

Lovino continued sulking as the two walked down to the little nation's bedroom. He was put into a pair of tan short pants, and a matching top. Once he was dressed, Spain held out a hand. The boy just stood withholding his hand.

"Lovino…come on…I don't have all day…either you come with me now, or you are going to stay in here for the greater part of the day." With nothing more than a scoff from the boy, Spain had no other choice. "Ugh, fine…you know, I really don't know how I ended up with such a little brat. Stay here then…but if you leave this room, you'll be in serious trouble!"

Spain turned from the boy, who in turn just walked over to his bed, and flopped down on it. Turning the door handle, the elder nation walked out, and closed the door. He was completely perplexed as to why the boy would be this sour. Then something suddenly hit him. What about his other little brother…Feliciano? He hadn't thought about the other child ever. What if the other child was so well behaved? Maybe the little Lovino could learn a thing or two. He would contact Austria right away, cause he knew that the child was living with him.

Running down the hall, he passed by the parlor, where Arie and Fynn were waiting. Stopping in, he caught his breath.

"Hey guys, rain check on the hanging out. I have to take care of a few things. Will have to excuse me. Be back later." Before he ran out he asked one more question. "Ugh…where is your sister?"

"Right here…turn around Antonio."

Spain turned and was totally love struck by the beauteous nation. She smiled, and took his hand, leading him away from where her brother's stood.

"What's up Spain?"

"Oh…Malicia…listen…Romano is in his room…he uh…he is being a slight brat right now…but he is fine in his room. If he steps one foot out his door, you make sure to let me know, and I will take care of it, I have to go see someone right now, can you please just watch things for me?"

Belguim was slightly saddened that he was leaving. She wanted to spend some time with the two. She simply nodded and wished him well. Spain leaned in, kissed her on the cheek, and ran down towards the front entrance doors. He left in quick haste, while Malicia stood slightly blushing.

Arriving outdoors, Spain figured he would take a stroll on over to Austria's home, which…was actually the little HRE's mansion. He arrived in record time…which was not at all like him, and knocked on the door. Once of the servants opened the door.

"I would like to see Austria please."