A/N: And I'm back! Yup. So, I'm not quite sure where the main question of this chapter came from. It may have been another fanfiction. I really don't remember. So, here we go.

By the way, I skipped to Sunday.

Warnings: Deep Thinking/Language

Chapter Start

Feliciano woke up around 11:30 in the morning. He yawned and started to stretch when he realized what time it was and the fact that the dorm was dead silent. "Roma?" he called. "Are you hiding somewhere?" when he received no answer, Feliciano jumped out of bed and began to search. When he found nothing, he went to Ludwig's room.

Gilbert paced around the room, clutching the sticky note from Saturday morning to his chest. He had only just now gotten about to seriously thinking about it. The note itself was quite simple. All it said was: 'You'll thank me later – Roderich.' And Gilbert was indeed going to thank him later; that trashcan had been quite useful. The thing that was bothering him about the note, though, was that it had been written in the first place. Normally Roderich wouldn't have done anything like that. He would have just dropped Gilbert and left. It certainly didn't have any relation to what Gilbert had made him do that night. Contrary to Roderich's belief, Gilbert actually did remember what he had said, and even though he could tell that the Austrian really hadn't meant it, Gilbert planned to use it against him. The albino continued pacing while thinking about this, but was startled out his thoughts by a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Gilbert called, quickly shoving the note in his shirt pocket.

"It's-a me!" he heard a familiar, yet somewhat anxious, voice call.

The 'Prussian' opened the door. "Hey, Feli, come on in."

"Vee~ Is Luddy in here?" Feliciano asked, glancing around.

"Nein, sorry," Gilbert said.

"They're both missing? Oh no!" the Italian gasped.

"Vait, vhat do you mean? West just vent to get some food. Who's missing?"

"Roma! He's not in the dorm, but his hat is." Feliciano paused to think for a moment. "Oh no! Roma's hat ate him!" he cried. "What should we do? I never heard of a hat eating someone before…but I'm sure it could happen!"

"Vhat ze ******* ****?" Gilbert said, jokingly. "He's not wearing his hat? Zis is ze apocalypse!"

"You're not taking this very seriously…" the Italian muttered, pouting slightly.

"Sorry, Feli. I'll help you find him if you vant." Maybe it'll get my mind off the note…

"Grazie!" Feliciano said, smiling once more. "We should-a go ask the people at the front desk and see if they've seen him."

Gilbert nodded and followed Feliciano out the door, closing it behind them. The two made their way to the main lobby.

"Good morning Feliciano, Gilbert." The woman at the desk said. "Is something wrong?"

"Vee~ We can't find Roma!"

"I saw him go out a couple hours ago." The woman said.

"Yay! I'll go look out side for him!" Feliciano said, smiling and running out the door.

Gilbert sighed and followed him. He laughed when his Italian friend ran right into someone. That someone just happened to be Ludwig. Luckily, the younger Beilschmidt didn't drop the food he was carrying.

"Oh, cíao, Luddy!" Feliciano chirped.

"Guten tage, Feli. Vhere are you going in such a hurry?" Ludwig asked.

"Vee~ We're looking for Roma!"

"I zink I saw him as I vas valking back. He should be back soon…vhy don't ve vait for him inside?" Ludwig suggested.

"Sí, ok!" Feliciano agreed. He and Gilbert followed the German inside and they each sat in a chair in the lobby.

"So, West, vhat's for lunch?" Gilbert asked.

"You mean your breakfast?" Ludwig replied, handing him a sandwich. "Oh, Feli, I got some food for you and Roma too… I figured he would be a little preoccupied vith trying to vake you up."

"Thanks, Luddy!" Feliciano said, smiling as he took the sandwich set aside for him. "I guess Roma can eat when he gets back."

The three began eating and quickly finished their food. Afterwards, they just talked.

"So, ah, Gil, why do you call Luddy 'West'?" Feliciano asked.

"It's not really zat interesting of a story, but ok." Gilbert said. "I vas born in the east ving of ze hospital and vhen Luddy vas born, it vas in se vest ving."

"I still don't see vhy you zink zat's important enough to make a nickname out of." Ludwig sighed.

Gilbert just smiled. He happened to glance over towards the door. "Hey, Feli, he's back. Ze hat didn't eat him."

"Vee~ Roma!" Feliciano said happily, running over to Roma and hugging him. "You're alive!"

"Wha…what?" Roma stammered. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, you left your hat in the dorm and you weren't there, so I thought that maybe it ate you." The Italian let him go. "Hey, why are you dressed nicer than normal?"

"Ja, vhere vere you?" Gilbert asked.

"I was at church…where you should have been. (1) I left my hat because you're not supposed to wear a hat in church…duh." Roma said.

"Vhy haven't you been going every other Sunday, then?"

"I have been. Feli usually sleeps until after I get back so he doesn't know I'm gone and apparently no one else notices either." Roma explained.

"Well, you could at least leave a note or something! I was really worried!" Feliciano cried.

"Sorry, Feli. I'll think about it for next time."

"Oh, Luddy got you a sandwich!"

"Thanks, Ludwig. You really didn't have to…" Roma said, picking up the sandwich.

"Don't vorry about it." Ludwig said. "I'm going outside for a bit…" he announced, walking out the doors. He walked for a while before sitting under a tree and pulling out a small notebook and a pen. He thought for a moment and then began to write.

Dear Diary,

Something's troubling me today. As usual, it's Feliciano, but it's not the usual things that bother me. I've been thinking about Roma…specifically how close Feli seems to be to him. It makes me wonder just how close they were when they were younger. Feliciano seems to almost love him, while Roma just seems to feel a little awkward around him. He's either lying to us about not being gay, or he's just in denial because it's against the Bible's teachings. II have a feeling that I'm just as confused as he though, just not about the same thing.

The other day, Feliciano came across a huge spider while he, Roma, Lovino, Gilbert, Elizabeta, Antonio, and I were heading to gym. He did the usual routine of screaming and then freaking out, but then he ran to Roma for protection. I'm not quite sure why, but it really bothered me. I guess I'm just so used to him running and hiding behind me. Now, this is the thing that got me thinking. Up until the point that Roma arrived, Feliciano had always run for my help. After that day, I began to doubt myself. What if I couldn't protect him anymore? What if he's decided that I'm not strong enough to protect him? (Although this is probably the most absurd…I'm much stronger than Roma). Then it hit me. What if I was just a replacement for Roma this whole time? Maybe Feliciano was so tired of being scared with no one to cling to that he just went to the first person he came across. Perhaps he latched onto me because I reminded him of Roma or just looked like him.

I can navigate an active mine field with almost no worries, but the thought of losing Feliciano really scares me. I don't even know why. He's almost everything I hate in the world: disorganized, sloppy, spontaneous, always cheerful, never serious, thinks with his heart, overly compassionate, no internal alarm clock, no sense of time, not very intelligent, and frankly just obnoxious sometimes. But I put up with him. Why? I really don't know. Actually, that's a lie. He was my only real friend for a long time and he didn't really mind when all the times I yelled at him. He was scared while I was yelling, but he got over it moments afterward. Feliciano really seems, or seemed, to value our friendship. Remember the time when I wrote about becoming friends with Russia? Italy was extremely worried that I or Japan would forget about him.

Ludwig paused. What? Why on Earth did I write 'Japan', 'Italy', and 'Russia' instead of 'Kiku', 'Feliciano', and 'Ivan'? Maybe Alfred was right…about that whole thing… He went back to writing.

Well, enough about Feliciano(even though practically every other entry is about him). In other news, there's been some interesting developments around here. We've been accidently calling each other and ourselves by the names of countries. Alfred gave us something interesting to think about the other day. He said that maybe we were all personifications of countries. The more I think about it, the more I realize he's on to something. And if he is, we should all eventually find out which country we are. To keep track of this, I've made a chart on the last page. Well, two charts. One of who I think everyone is, and one of who they really are after we find out. I think we're close to figuring it out because these slip-ups happen more often now. I'll let you know of any more developments on the issue.

I'm sorry for taking so much of your time and pages today. I've just had a lot on my chest recently and no one I can really honestly explain it to. It's hard sometimes, it really is. But I know I'll be all right.

Sincerely,

Ludwig (Germany) Beilschmidt

Ludwig closed the notebook. He wasn't entirely sure why he had included 'Germany' in his name. Maybe it was the country he was. But, if he was Germany, then who were Roma and Gilbert? He sighed. All this about being countries and what not was giving him a headache. He finally decided that he had written it because how he was feeling must have been how Germany had felt during World War II. It still didn't make much sense, but he knew that if he thought about it anymore, his head would explode. He stood up, glanced at his watch, and headed to the dorms.

"Roderich!" Gilbert shouted, running after the Austrian.

"What?" Roderich asked, slightly annoyed already.

"Vhat is ze meaning of zis?" He pulled out the sticky note and shoved it in Roderich's face.

"It's just a note. I thought you would need that trash can." Roderich said, shrugging.

"Zat's just it! You hate me! You'd never do somezing like zat for me!" Gilbert said. "Vhat's vith ze personality change? You sick or somezing?"

"I'm feeling perfectly fine, thank you. Is it wrong for someone to feel a little compassionate every once and a while?"

"It is vhen it's you being compassionate to me! Have you finally decided to accept mein awesomeness?"

"Whatever makes you feel better about yourself." Roderich muttered.

"Danke." Gilbert said.

"For what?"

"Your time and cooperation." Gilbert smiled and started quickly walking away. "Roderich Eldenstein loves me!" he shouted at the top of his lungs when he was a safe distance away.

"There's no way in **** I'd ever love you!" Roderich retorted, silently vowing never to say anything to a drunk Gilbert ever again.

A/N: So, I actually had quite a bit of fun writing this chapter. But…so many italics! I almost died. Anyway, random story time after an explination.

(1)I remember reading in some random history book that the Holy Roman Empire was a Christian empire, trying to spread Christianity throughout Europe. So, why shouldn't he go to church?

Now, random story. So, our Germany/Prussia/France/Sweden cosplayer and I are gonna cosplay as Ingo and Emmet from Pokemon. So, sometimes, (well, most of the time), we sort of act in character (I call her Emmet, she calls me Ingo, we call each other brother even though we're both girls, and so on and so forth). So, we were on the bus on the way home from school and she was playing Pokemon Pearl version. She (Imma call her Emmet) noticed that there were only two floors in her house: her room and the kitchen. And she says 'wait, where does my brother live then?' So, she goes back up the stairs and then says 'I'm in my room, my mom's in the kitchen, and my brother's in the closet!' and cracks up. I just facepalm and then say: 'Brother…you're not funny…..I have to say this….Brother, you're not funny and I will not come out of the closet!' Yeah…she texted me later and said 'Brother!' and I said 'What?' and she replies 'Come out!' to which I reply 'NEVER! It's comfortable in here…' Of course, we weren't serious about any of it, but it was still funny. Random story end.

DISCLAIMER!

Ludwig: Terach doesn't own Hetalia or any of these characters except for Z…who wasn't even in this chapter.

Bye bye!

See ya'll when I write the next chapter.