Um hi... I'm sorry this took so long, Nekolandia, but school's been a bitch and it's really constraining the times I can 1. write and 2. go on the computer. So I'll only ever really be able to update at the weekend now so be patient with me please. But I hope you enjoy and I'm sorry it's kinda short.

And also, Hercules, Canadian Please is a good song for Canada but it's not from a musical as you know. But I do have a song in mind for Canada if requests dry up. Ever hear of "Mr Cellophane" from Chicago?

Disclaimer:don't own.

Italy sighed, he'd been working hard for hours and he was still nowhere near done. There were just some many floors in Mr Austria's and they all needed sweeping. By him.

He sighed again and glanced out the window. It was a pretty day outside with the fluffiest looking clouds ever dancing across a bright blue sky. Italy smiled and rested his arms on the windowsill.

"If I ever build a castle, I'll build one up there in the clouds. Ve~ maybe Nonno will come visit me and we'll draw and sing together just like we used to. And he'll hold me close and safe and sing for me."

A droplet of water splashed on his arm. Italy scrubbed at his eyes. "No crying there. Not in my castle on a cloud."

"I leave you alone for five minutes and you immediately start slacking!"

Austria grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and brought him up to eyelevel.

"What am I supposed to do with you? You fool!"

Italy kept his eyes focused on the floor.

"Look at me while I'm talking to you!" Austria put him back down. "Now go fetch some water. And don't dilly-dally."

"Yes sir." Italy mumbled in a subdued tone. Italy grabbed the bucket from the kitchens and let himself out the back door. He hauled the bucket that was almost as big as himself through the kitchen gardens and into the small copse where the well was. He hooked the handle to the well and lowered the bucket into the watery depths.

A twig snapped in the thicket behind him. Italy screamed.

"Ahhh! I'm sorry, please don't eat me!"

Something black dashed between the trees. Italy pressed his back against the cold stone of the well. Italy peered around and caught sight of a bright red face staring at him from the gloom. Italy covered his eyes with his hands.

"I'm so sorry, don't hurt me!"

He peeked between his fingers, praying to be safe. The red face had lost its redness and come closer to reveal a boy in a black cape and hat gazing at him with childish curiosity. Italy lowered his hands slowly. The boy gasped and dashed away. Italy tilted his head in confusion then, remembering Austria's order, winched the bucket back up and made his way back to the house.

Fail ending fails so much. But I hope you enjoyed and I'll get started on the next one.

Ja!

-Animerockchic