Sorry it took so long to update. I'm trying to write ahead in all of my stories, and so far this is the only story that I am successfully writing head in. So I'm also probably going to be busy this next week. I'm helping at a theatre camp and doing some school stuff. So Monday and Tuesday are probably out. I don't own Hetalia. BTT and Axis are in this chapter~! Anyway, on with the story~!

"Did something happen with Rosario, Germany-san?" Japan asks.

"Nothing in particular," Germany says, "I didn't know that she could be that loud though."

"What's wrong with that?" Veneziano Italy asks. He's used to random volume changes, he does live with Romano after all.

"It was… unexpected, that's all," Germany says.

"I think that we shourd go over our names, again," Japan says.

"I'm Feliciano Vargas," Italy says, putting a hand up, almost as if he's calling someone.

"I'm Honda Kiku," Japan says.

"I'm Ludwig Beilschmit," Germany says.

"So you and Gilbert are brothers?" A voice says from behind him.

"YAH!" Germany and Italy yell at the unexpected voice. Italy hugs Germany. Japan takes out his katana and point it at the source of the voice.

Rosario puts her hands up, trying to show a sign of surrender. "So, I take it that you weren't calling me over?"

Japan lowers his katana, Rosario lowers her hands, Italy lets go of Germany and Germany takes a couple nice deep breaths.

"Why did you think that we were calling you over?" Japan asks.

"Italy had his hand up, as if he was trying to get the attention of someone," Rosario says.

The three make a face of understanding.

"No, we weren't trying to call you," Veneziano says.

"Okay, then," Rosario says.

"I suppose that you've met my brother," Germany sighs.

"Indeed, and a Spaniard, named Antonio Fernandez-Carriendo, and a Frenchman, named Francis Bonnefoy," Rosario says with a smile.

"They didn't try anything weird, did they?" Germany paled.

"No, why?" Rosario asks innocently.

"No reason," Germany says, relieved.

"I suppose I'll be off then," Rosario says, turning to walk away.

"Do you not want to know our names?" Italy asks.

"I have a feeling I will be seeing you all frequently," Rosario says, turning her head towards the trio. "So they'll be plenty of time for that, no?"

Rosario walks away from the trio.

"That was…" Japan starts.

"Strange…" Germany continues.

"She seems like a nice girl," Italy says.

"Rooks can be deceiving," Japan says.

"So you're the fille that Amerique was worrying about," France says, approaching Rosario.

"I don't quite understand," Rosario says, not knowing what the Frenchman just said.

"He's just blabbering to himself," Spain says.

"Okay?" Rosario says, confused.

"I am ze awesome Gilbert Beilschmit!" Prussia says.

"Nice to meet (officially) meet you Mr. Beilschmit," Rosario says, smiling.

"I am Francis Bonnefoy," France says, bowing slightly. He attempts to charm Rosario, but she just sees the Frenchman's actions as the same that America was trying on her before.

"Nice to meet you," Rosario just gives France a business smile.

"I'm Antonio Fernandez-Carriendo," The Spaniard says.

"Nice to meet you Señor Cariendo," Rosario says. Spain twitched slightly at the mispronunciation of his name.

"Antonio, if you would please," Spain asks, trying to be polite to the girl in front of her.

"Antonio," Rosario says with an Italian accent.

"Just call me Gilbert," Prussia says. It was weird being called Mr. Beilschmit. It made him feel old. He wasn't that old yet.

"Gilbert," Rosario says, she then turns to the Frenchman.

"Francis?" France says.

"Francis," Rosario says like any other American would.

'I think that she and Romano would get along well!' Spain thinks, forgetting the incident at the mall where they nearly bit each other's head off over simple directions.

Gilbert waves to someone behind our backs.

"Who are you waving to, Gilbert?" Rosario asks, looking in between France and Spain to try to see to whom Prussia is waving.

"I've waving to the younger Italian," Prussia says, having completely forgotten what Veneziano Italia(Ita)'s name was supposed to be.

"Ah," Rosario says, looking at Veneziano. "He seems to be calling someone over."

"Perhaps it is you," France says.

"I think I'll go and check." Rosario waves back to the others as she walks over to the Axis.

"So… What do you think?" Spain says.

"She seems…polite today," Prussia says.

"She refuses to fall for my charm," France says, flipping his hair.

"I think that she's cute," Spain says, Rosario seems to remind him of Romano.

"I think that she'd kick you if she heard that," Prussia says.

"Heard what?" Rosario says from behind Prussia.

"WAH!" Prussia screams, hugging Spain and France takes out his sabre. Rosario puts her hands up again, trying to surrender.

"Good to know that you all have the same reactions," Rosario says, gently pushing France's sword away.

"You did that with West?" Prussia asks.

"You mean, Ludwig?" Rosario asks.

"I call him West because he represents western Germany, I represent eastern Germany," Prussia says, first motioning his hand in Germany's direction, then to himself.

"I'll introduce you to some others," Spain says, taking Rosario away.

"Okay," Rosario says. "Bye, Francis, Gilbert." She waves at them as Spain is dragging her towards Romano Italia.

So next, Spain is dragging Rosario around. Who will she meet besides Romano?

Also, I can only really write Engrish, so don't expect too many phonetically written accents. See you next time~!