Seborga just came back from the meeting with Wy, and saw his door open already. Oh damn…Did some girl come back for something? Who did I hang out with...Julia, Jennifer, Janie, who was it again? Oh well, I'll just say that I'm leaving for Wy. She won't even know where that is….huh? The little micro-nation set his eyes on the couple lying on his couch. Did I hang out with men yesterday? And twins? They look familiar tho... Seborga went over and studied the two strangers on his couch. Well, they're pretty cute…they look so peaceful… I should wake them up.

"Hey…hey mister? Wake up...hey..." Seborga managed to wake Romano up, who got so surprised that he hit his head with Seborga and nearly pissed himself.

"OW! SHIT! I NEARLY PISS MY SELF! WHO ARE YOU?"

"Uh…I think I should be the one asking that."

"….Se…Seborga?"

"Yes?"

"BROTHER!" Romano opened his arms to welcome a hug. However, Seborga just stared at him and stayed in the awkward silence for a couple of minutes. He eventually stood up and got his phone, then started dialing a number on it. "Hey! What are you doing?" Romano finally gave up his hug, a little bit hurt, but not that he'll ever admit that.

"Just a minute."

"Fine! By the way, I am Romano, and this is Feliciano, who is still sleeping, and WAKE UP, BASTARDO! And we are your older brothers and-"

"Oh yes, hello? Is this the police? Yes, so there is this lunatic here that thinks that I am his brother and he barged into my hou-" Romano tackled his younger brother and snatched the phone off him.

"Oh yes. No need to come. He was just kidding." The tan Italian turned off the phone and pinned his brother down. "THE FUCK? WHY DID YOU CALL THE POLICE?"

"Well, I don't really know you and you come into my house and sleep on my couch and then you say "BROTHER!" And yea." The two men just stared at each other until Romano got off him.

"Well, uh. Uh. How do I start? OH! The letter." Romano handed out the letter he had received from his boss to his little brother.

"What is this….Oh hey! I got this letter too! Brother!" The two men stared at each other in silence once again, one with happiness, and one with the I-am-not-amused look.

"So you're as stupid as Feliciano, huh?"

"Hmmm? Who is that? Oh is that your lover there?"

"He…He is not my lover! He is my fucking brother! Your brother! The fuck! And why woul- WAKE THE FUCK UP, FELICIANO!" Romano blushed and threw a pillow at Feliciano.

"Ve~ Germany?" Feliciano sat up and rubbed his eyes, while looking at the two people who were staring at him. "Romano? Did you duplicate yourself?" As the two other Italians heard that, they face-plamed and went over to the stupid Italian.

"No, stupid. He is Seborga. Our brother. You know? The reason why we came here?" N. Italy just stood there with a blank face until he finally processed what his older brother said.

"OHHH! Hi! I am Feliciano, N. Italy! And this is our big brother Romano! He is S. Italy! His real name is Lovino, tho! We are the Vargas brothers! So you are tooooooooo~~~"

"Oh, my real name is Marcello! Do you guys want something do drink or something?"

"Yes!"

"Whatever."

"Okay. Be right back."

The Italian trio kept talking for hours and hours, while Feli ate some gelato, Lovino drank tomato juice, and Seborga ate some cake. They were all having fun at the small coffee table, while watching some Italian movies.

"So, are you good with girls?" Feliciano asked, raising his eyebrows seductively.

"Hahahah! The best!"

"Pff. Stop fucking lying."

"Hold on." Seborga stood up and went to his room. He soon came back with various women underwear and bras, and set it up o n the table. "That was Natalia's. She was damn good. That was Jaquey's. Pretty good too, but like 6 out of 10. Oh, this one was Marceline's. She was a big girl, but one of the best. And-"

"HOLY SHIT! Why do you have all this?"

"The girls wanted me to keep it. For me remember them. And believe me, I do really. Hahahaha. So, who is bad with girls now?" The Italian nations found filled with amusement and a bit of jealousy, and all concluded that Seborga was indeed the best one out of them.

"Uh….I don't have those….I'm still a virgin." Feliciano said, as he looked down.

"Don't fucking feel bad! It's all right bastard. As long as you don't do it with the potato bastard or anything."

"Awe….but Romano…I wanted him to be my first…"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" Romano said, while choking his younger brother.

"Hey, hey calm down! How about we go out to eat!" Seborga managed to separate the North and South and kept a note to himself to never set his guard down when Romano is around.

"Okay!"

"So..what should we fucking eat, bastard?"

"Uh….what do you guys want to eat?"

"PASTA~"

"I hate pasta." Romano and Feliciano froze and stared at Seborga for the longest time. "What? Is something on my face?" Feliciano started crying, while Romano got into his brother's throat. "The fuck? Get off me!"

"HOW CAN YOU HATE PASTA, GODDAMMIT! YOU'RE ITALIAN! Fratelli d'Italia, L'Italia s'è desta , Dell'elmo di Scipio-"

"I just hate it! And why are you singing the national anthem? Get off meeeheheheeeeee~"

"My brother. Hates pastaaaaaa!"

The room was a chaos, and all three of the brothers were screaming, one crying and whining, one cussing and singing his national anthem, and one trying to get off his brother's grip. "Okay! Fine! Let's go eat your goddamn pasta!" The two older brothers stopped and smiled, then got up and entered Romano's car right away. "What are you doing? Let's just cook here!" The Italies got off the car and entered the house again, then got into the kitchen. The kitchen was enormous, and it looked like a kitchen just form a magazine. It was gorgeous.

"So, what will you cook for us?"

"Aren't you guys good at cooking? I am one of the worst cooks ever. I can't cook." The room went into chaos once again, Feliciano crying and whining about his little brother that can't cook, and Romano screaming all the Italian cooks onto Seborga's face. Everything stopped when all three's stomach grumbled in unison. "Heh. At least we have something in common now, huh?" Romano got off his brother, and started cooking with Feliciano, who finally stopped crying.

When dinner was done, The table was filled with delicious foods, (including pasta) and the trio gobbled up until they were absolutely filled. Later, they cleaned the table, and watched some news.

"So….why do you think the boss told us to meet? And why we didn't know about each other?" The micro-nation asked, while indulging his mint gelato.

"I don't know…do you know Romano?" The middle brother said, while licking his strawberry gelato.

"Hm…I know that we just discovered we had a little brother recently. Including our boss. And…there is something else I forgot to tell you." Now, the other two were paying close attention. "We…there is a reason why we were gathered together again."

"Well, what is it, Romano?"

"We…we're going to be a mafia team."

hehehehh I know, I know. This chapter sucks. I know. But uh, they meet Seborga! And I didn't make him as bubbly as Feliciano or as grumpy as Romano. He's in the middle. I have to say, I didn't really read the chapter to edit, so there must be some mistakes and confusing parts. Because I'm confusing by nature. Damn nature. Uh, thank you for reading, I love you very very much and I'm going to eat some ice cream now. Bye!

Oh yes. Read the next chapter or else I'll strangle you

Just kidding. You know I love you.

I don't own Hetalia. Seriously.