The servant who opened the door simply bowed to Spain, and led him towards the drawing room.
"Please wait here sir, and I will get Mister Austria." The servant known as Rolf walked from the drawing room, and down the hall.
Austria sat at his desk working on a letter. He hummed some piece of music he had been playing earlier in the day, when he was interrupted by knocking on his door. Looking up, he cleared his throat and spoke.
"Ja, you may enter." Austria put down his pen, and looked on as the door opened. The servant paused slightly, as the intensity in Roderich's expression, made Rolf slightly uneasy. "Yes Rolf…what can I help you with?"
"Ah…Mister Austria…there is a Mister Spain here to see you. Shall I let him in?"
Austria did not respond, but gave the servant a simple nod. Before Rolf left though, Roderich cleared his throat.
"Ah…see that he is taken to the drawing room…and that refreshments are brought out. I will be there shortly."
"Yes sir." Rolf bowed and quickly left the room. Austria sat at his desk a little while longer, and continued to work. It did not matter to him to make Spain wait, because he had a slight inkling on what the nation wanted.
Spain was directed to the drawing room, and told to sit down. He did and waited. It seemed like many minutes passed before Austria finally walked in. He looked over at Spain and nodded. Walking over to the couch across from the other nation, he sat down. Nothing was said for a short while, and just as he was about to speak, one of the maids came in with a trolley. The house servant's name was named Annika. She was very pretty and blushed slightly when she came in. Staring at Spain a little too long, she was interrupted by Austria clearing his throat with an annoyed look on his face.
"Annika…would you kindly serve Mr. Spain a cup of coffee?"
"Yes…yes Mister Austria…I am sorry…so sorry." She timidly walked over and poured a cup of java for the two. Austria watched Spain, and the nation just stayed quiet.
Meanwhile in the bathroom, Elizabeta was preparing the two children for a bath. It took a little persuading, but she got HRE to come with the two. Little Italy was stripped of his clothing and stood in the bare. Hungary turned to Ludwig and smiled.
"Come on little one…time for yours and Italy's bath." She reached out, but Ludwig did not want to change. He glared at Italy, and then back at Hungary. "Ludwig! Come now…don't be naughty, you always have a bath after dinner. Time is limited tonight, I have much to do! Now stop fussing young man!"
Italy stood watching, and not wanting to risk getting in trouble, especially with Elizabeta, because she would mention his behavior to Austria, HRE walked forward and lifted his arms. The female nation took off his coat, removed his shirt, and took down his pants. Once he was ready, the bath tub was filled with water, and some bubbles added, to appease the children.
"Okay lovelies…time to get you nice and clean, and then it is off to bed!" She scrubbed Italy's hair, and washed under his arms. HRE sulked in the bathtub, but it wasn't long before he was being washed as well.
After the boys were nice and clean, she took each one out of the bath, and pulled the drain, ridding the basin of the water. Ludwig was wrapped in a fluffy towel, and as he shivered, he began to feel slightly tired. Italy was also warmed up, and the two were taken to each of their rooms. HRE was put in his night clothing first, and then tucked into bed. Elizabeta kissed his forehead, and then walked out of the room, holding Italy by the hand. They went to walk down to Italy's room, when they heard talking coming from down the drawing room. Little Italy who was always curious loosened his grip from Hungary and walked down to the room.
"Nooooo Italy…sweet heart, come back. You mustn't disturb Mister Austria, he is very busy!" Hungary walked after him, but the little boy kept walking.
"So Antonio…what you are telling me is you not only will you be in control of South Italy…but you want North? You want little Feliciano?" Austria clinked his thumb ring against his coffee cup and gave the nation before him a stern expression.
Spain did not want to feel like he was at fault for asking. His little brother would want some company in his life, and to be honest…Antonio wanted to finally have a chance at being a big brother to both children.
"Yes…Roderich…you know I want this more than anything I just…" Spain was suddenly interrupted by the barging noise of a giggle of laughter.
Italy had ran to the door, and a loud thump was heard. This made the doors to the drawing room open, and little Italy was now laying on the floor. Behind him a mortified Hungary stood waiting behind. She looked over at Austria, and then at the new nation before her. Spain's eyes widened as he looked down to see an adorable little nation, unfortunately unclothed, but still simply a somewhat cherub like appearance.
"Feliciano…Vargas?" Spain stood up slightly jarred. Feelings of mixed emotions ran high.
Back at Spain's mansion, Belgium paced slightly. She had just watched Spain leave, and now was stuck with both her brothers. Sighing, she walked down to where they were and heard laughter. She crossed her arms over her chest and approached the room. The two, Netherlands, and Luxembourg were now slightly inebriated and having a wonderful time being obnoxious and loud. She walked in and stood by the door. Arie looked over at her and grinned.
"Hello…(urp)…dear sister. Where did…ugh…where did 'Tonio go? He was supposed to have a magical night of drunk with us!"
He laughed and slapped Fynn on the back. The two swigged back some more alcohol, and Malicia just shook her head.
"You two are really something else. Don't you have anything better to do? If you keep it up, you are going to drink your livers raw. Ugh…seriously…can't you two do this somewhere else?"
"Come on 'Licia…we have nowhere else to go. Its not like you to be this mean and awful to us." Fynn put his arm around her and burped. Quickly covering his mouth, he backed away. "Oooops, sorry sis…didn't mean to be…"
"Disgusting. Ugh, listen…Lovino is in bed…so you two need to be quiet. I am going to be down in my room…or whatever. I need to check on the little one, and then I will most likely be going to sleep myself. Seriously…stay here, leave, do whatever, but be quiet about it."
She tossed her hair about, and then walked out of the room. She closed the door and walked down the hall. As she approached her room, she had to pass Romano's. Inching closer, she could hear little noises coming from the room. Leaning closer to the door, she could hear the sounds of giggling. Knowing the child was supposed to be in bed, she turned the handle and walked in. As she did, whatever the little boy was doing, he quickly got down on his bed and got under the covers. Belgium smiled and closed the door.
"Little Lovino…I know for a fact that you are not supposed to be up and about…come now…let me read you a story, and then you must get to sleep." She went to walk over to the bed, but Lovino sat up and stamped his little feet.
"I want my big brother Malicia! Where is he?" The boy gripped at his shorts and put on a very upset face.
"He had to go out love…and I am not sure when he will return, but come…let's pick out a nice story book, and we'll read in bed."
"I don't want to Malicia. I want my brother!" The child started stomping on the bed, and then he got down on his knees slamming his fists into the mattress.
Malicia had no idea what to think of this behavior. Normally Spain would be here, and usually calmed the boy down, but his little fit that he was having was causing quite the problem, and he was starting to get very loud. When he didn't stop, she walked over, but he just opened his mouth and let out a startling scream.
"Oh Romano! Calm down…what…what is the matter darling?" She went to get closer to him, but he just continued wailing.
This seemed to alert the attention of some of the wait staff. The door to the boy's room opened and some of the maids were looking in. Belgium walked over and shooed them out of the way.
"Go on now, nothing to see, just a small little boy having an awful fit, and being very naughty!" She gave the workers an angry glance, and then looked back over to Lovino.
The trouble did not end, as she looked back down the hall and saw trouble coming. Both of her brother's as loud as they were seemed to notice the loud screams coming from the boy's room. Arie and Fynn ran, but seemed to take their time, as Arie had to stop, holding his stomach, and keep himself from retching. They soon arrived and stood by the door.
"What is the matter sis? What did you do? Did you finally give it to him? Bout time…the little brat, although I am sure you went easy on him. Hmm?"
Fynn laughed and nudged his brother, and the two looked over at the upset little boy. Lovino stopped what he was doing, and very upset looked to the two menaces.
"I did not do anything to him…Spain told me to check on him, and I assume he just misses his brother. Why don't the two of you go ahead and go back to the parlor?" She glared at the two, and with such a glare the brothers stood for a moment.
"Um…I mean…then why is he crying and having such a fit?" Said Arie. He raised an eyebrow because he knew the child was nothing but a brat. He just chuckled as he kept an eye on the boy. Lovino did not like the two brother's in his room. He suddenly became very loud, even more than he was before.
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM! I HATE YOU ALL!" The boy shouted and went to lunge forward, when Belgium grabbed him and held him close to her.
"Stop it…stop it right now little man!" She held him close, but he struggled, and got loose, hurting Malicia in the act. Lovino twisted out of her arms, and she managed to sprain her wrist. This alerted the attention of both brothers, who then looked over at the child. Netherlands stepped forward.
"You little BRAT! How dare you!" He stepped forward and shook a finger at the boy.
Luxembourg stood behind his brother and gave the boy such a glower, that Lovino actually cowered. He did not like the brother's in his OWN brother's house, but who was he to say anything. Spain would often call the boy rude to even mention them leaving.
Feliciano looked up at the nation who said his whole name. The boy was not clear on who he was, but he did know that this man knew him well…clearly. The little naked boy stepped forward, but then when he looked over at Austria he stopped. The elder nation looked beyond affronted. He stood up, but Spain walked over to him and knelt down, unaware that Austria was angry.
"Little Feli…you…you are my little brother…and you have been here this whole time…" He reached a hand forward, but the boy stepped back, slightly nervous. He leaned into Hungary's legs. She leaned down and held his shoulders, looking at Spain. "Please don't be afraid little one…I am not here to hurt you, I just want to…"
"Enough of this!" Austria moved forward towards the boy. "You are supposed to be in bed young man, and I am clearly busy…Elizabeta…you take him to his room this instant, or so help me there is going to be a very upset little boy with a extremely sore backside in a moment!" Austria yelled, and this angered Spain.
The nation turned to Roderich and shook his head.
"How dare you speak to the child like that. He was not doing anything wrong…and clearly…you can not deal with the likes of this boy…my brother." He approached Austria and grabbed him by the lapels and there was fire in his eyes. Roderich just stood speechless. This seemed to scare Italy, and he turned around burying his face into Hungary's dress. She looked up and gave both adult countries a frown.
"Roderich…you know better than to treat our guest like this. You knew this day was coming, and I KNOW you want to see Italy happy…he is reuniting with his brother. Give it a chance…and stop upsetting the child. He did nothing wrong."
"Elizabeta…you don't know what you are talking about I am clearly correct in what I am…" He stopped talking as she released Italy, and walked towards him. Reaching up, she grabbed Austria by his ear and pulled him down.
"Owwwww….ow….Elizabeth…stop it, you are hurting me…Mein Gott….ouch!"
"You stop it right now Roderich…I mean it!" She blinked her eyes fast, and Austria stopped whining, and swallowed hard. Letting him go, she walked away and stood by the boy. Austria rubbed his ear, and composed himself, and brought his attention back to Spain.
"I apologize Liz…and Antonio…I did not mean for anything to get that carried away…can you ever forgive me?"
Spain smiled and shook his head. He look over to his little brother who was sniffing slightly because of all the commotion. He reached out a hand.
"Come little one…I am going to take you to my home, where you will live with me…and…where you will meet your brother."
Feliciano looked up at Hungary and then at Austria. The two nations moved closer and held hands. It was time for the little nation to go to his new home. Austria even in his grim and rough exterior…felt slightly sad that the boy was going to leave, and he may never see him again.