Sorry to keep you waiting… I feel… kinda good about this chapter...

Don't worry I don't own Hetalia.

Chapter 3

"I sense magic!" The bushy browed man said to the man in the sailor hat. The man in the hat nodded.

"I do too... But, where?" He asked the bushy eyebrowed man.

"There." He shouts, and, much to the shock of everyone, he points to me.

"What? ME?" I shout in shock, my 8-year-old voice high and squeeky, as usual.

"No, behind you." A sigh of relief escapes my mouth.

"Oh, thank the heavens." I step to the left to allow people to see- the nothing behind me.

The man with the large eyebrows yells something about a 'flying mint bunny'... The two men begin laughing and playing joyously with the air. I think this must be a psycho ward in a large hospital or something.

Yes! That must be it... Right? I mean why else would they call each other names of countries, and talk about magic and 'flying mint bunnies' and gosh knows what else.

"Um... I'm just going to leave now..." I mutter hastily walking backwards.

"NO!" shouts Veneziano, tackling me before I come out the door. "You can't leave us! You can help me boil water and put the noodles in and make sauce and..." I lose track of all that he is saying. I think he is talking about making pasta- "And then we can eat it together!" he interrupts my thoughts by shouting.

"Italy! If you want her to come don't start screaming and rambling about pasta. You'll scare her away," says Ludwig or Germany... You know what? I am so confused right now.

So Veneziano is Italy, his brother is Romano, Germany is Ludwig. I know for sure there's a man named Greece and a man name Kiku, Greece is a country, so, what country is Kiku? Is he a country?

A man with purple eyes, around six layers of clothing, and a pink scarf(?) walks up and asks "I should erase the memory, da?" He raises a faucet pipe(?) over his head.

"Non, she is very cute and one day, she will grow up to be a woman of immense beauty!" says a man with the rose in his hand.

"Oh shut up you frog,'' the man with the bushy eyebrows shouts.

"Non, non, I know you just want some of this."

"Never!" the man with the bushy eyebrows then attacks the other one and they begin to punch each other.

The man with purple eyes still has the pipe above his head and was just about to lower it when Veneziano grabs me and pulls me out the door and throws me into his car.

"Hee-hee I stole you!" he giggles. We pull away from the building, I'm screaming and now a bunch of other people also in the room are chasing us. "Buckle up!" He shouts.

Let me tell you, this man, is a crazy flipping driver. I prayed not to die, whilst screaming, and almost puked about three times. It was horrible. You wouldn't believe how relieved I was when we stopped near an Italian restaurant. "Mister, why did you kidnap me?" I asked.

"Oh! It's just because you are so cute~! Mister Russia was going to hurt you and I like you too much so I kidnapped you!~" How could he make that sentence sound happy? "And now, we are at an Italian restaurant so I could get some patsaaaa~!" What is with this guy and pasta?

"So is that a good reason to kidnap a small girl?" I ask as we walk into the restaurant. I have to admit it smells amazing. I haven't eaten in a long time (for me at least) and my stoumach begins to growl when the smell hits me.

"It is for me~!"

"Somehow, that makes sense. I think. When can we eat?"

"Right now of course!" The waiter seats us at a table and hands me a kids menu and him an adult one. He leaves us after we tell him the drinks we would like and when he returns with them he asks what we would like. "Any kind of pasta is fine, I like them all~!" The man serving us nods, and turns to me.

After telling my order to the man, Veneziano begins to tell me about the various types of pasta and the history of pasta, and I begin to wonder if he ever shuts up about stupid pasta. Not that it's too annoying, but I just kind of just block him out and focus on my internal thoughts.

I'm still thinking about why he kidnapped me. So the man called Russia was going to try to kill me or hurt me or... something, and Veneziano kidnapped me. I guess that would be it. What else could I say? Jeez if I ever get un-kidnapped I will have alot of explaining to do...

But, who would I tell?

I guess I like being kidnapped by the funny Italian. He is a nice kidnapper and doesn't seem like he wants to kill me... so I guess I am fine. He's treating me to dinner and, even though his driving is horrible and scary, he seems to be really nice.

I'm blasted out of my thoughts by him poking me, "You agree, no?" I blink, trying to recall what the conversation was even about. I just nodded like I did. He smiled and began to blabber on once again.

Wow. I really should start paying attention to what he's saying, just in case. He's still on the topic of pasta, and that honestly is not too surprising to me.

Just as I was about to slide back into my own my mind, the waiter came out carrying our food. I took out my fork and began eating almost before he set the plate down, and enjoyed all of it. I was done in less than ten minutes but, when I looked up, Veneziano was already done.

My portion was less than half the size of his and he was done.

That kid ate fast.

So... thats the end of Chapter 3! I made it slightly longer and OMG I GOT TWO REVIEWS! *does maniacal happy dance while waving arms* Yes! I am sooo happy! Luna acts old for her age... Oh well! Haha! My cliffhanger was a lie! So her dreamy thingy is going to be three parts. Than, it shall be back to the ten-year-old her. I think. This story will like bounce around I think, you know I am not all too sure. I read the first chapter and it looks like crap... I might want to tell you that I embarked on this great adventure to improve my writing skills. Please please please tell me if anyone is OOC. I will try to improve on that person 100 million percent. Thank you and please review!