Germany and Japan's eyes widened at the Italian's behavior. "Who is she and why does Italy know her?" was the question that rang through their head. Slowly however, they noticed that the woman's eyes were wide as well. With a tremendous push, the small female launched Italy into a pile of cars. Germany yelled out to him, "Italy!"

Italy rose from the car pile and looked at the one he called Ib. "Why did you-a do that bella?" he asked as he walked over to her.

"Lo siento Italy," she apologized in his language, "I don't like my personal space invaded."

That caused the Japanese representative to blink and stare at her slightly. Italy pouted, waving his arms around, "But you-a always liked my hugs!"

"That was when we were younger, Italy. I have changed and I can tell you have to," she said, picking up the sledgehammer and laying it on the now destroyed-to-oblivion car.

Italy pouted more but brightened up. "Ve! Ib! This is Germany and Japan, my friends!" he introduced his allies with a smile.

Germany nodded and held out his hand for her to shake. Ib, however, hesitantly took his hand and kissed his palm. His eyes widened as his cheeks turned a dark pink. She stepped away from him, bowing from her waist, "I am sorry. That is how we say hello for the first time in my country."

The blonde nodded and put his hand in his pocket, "It is alright I suppose."

Japan bowed in her direction, not wanting to break his personal space rule. Ib looked at Italy, "Now may I ask wh-"

She was interrupted her watch beeping. She gave a small sigh out her nose before turning it off. "Excuse me gentlemen," she said as she began to walk out from the yard, "I have a rehearsal."

Italy jumped up and ran after her. Germany sighed and ran after him, Japan following. "Ve! Bella! Can-a we come with you?"

Ib shrugged, "Whatever you wish Italy."

The brunette smiled more and walked behind her, looking around at the country. Germany and Japan, once caught up, looked around as well. There was one thing that intrigued them about this country, why everyone was so happy. There were children playing all together, not one left out. Adults were talking with smiles and the roads were perfectly clean of accidents or speeders. They heard the laughter of males and looked the way to find a group of four male teenagers, each looking different from each other yet were laughing all together.

The first male was tall. He had messy medium length blonde hair with a black beanie covering it. He had green eyes that instantly linked onto Ib as she walked the street across from him. He nudged his friend with brown hair and pointed to her. The rest of the males nodded with a smirk. Suddenly the blonde haired male began to sing as the males harmonized behind him, "Uptown girl. She's been living in her uptown world. I bet she never had a back street guy. I bet her mama never told her why. I'm gonna try for an uptown girl. She's been living in her white bread world as long as anyone with hot blood can and now she's looking for a downtown man. That's what I am."

When the countries brought their gaze to the female, she didn't appear to acknowledge them at all. However the males continued to sing, "And when she knows what. She wants from her time and when she wakes up and makes up her mind."

"She'll see I'm not so tough just because I'm in love with an uptown girl," he sang as more male teens joined in with him.

"You know I've seen her in her uptown world. She's getting tired of her high-class toys and all her presents from her uptown boys. She's got a choice," a crowd of males seemed to begin to follow her as she walked with the other countries following her, "Uptown girl. You know I can't afford to buy her pearls but maybe someday when my ship comes in. She'll understand what kind of guy I've been and then I'll win."

The blonde male soon merged over to the sidewalk she was on. He walked next to Italy singing, "And when she's walking, she's looking so fine and when she's talking she'll say that she's mine."

Italy looked at him, listening to him sing, "She'll say I'm not so tough just because I'm in love with an uptown girl. She's been living in her white bread world as long as anyone with hot blood can and now she's looking for a downtown man. That's what I am."

"Uptown girl. She's my uptown girl. You know I'm in love with an uptown girl. My uptown girl. You know I'm in love with an uptown girl. My uptown girl. You know I'm in love with an uptown girl. My uptown girl," he sang as he speed up and finished his song standing next to her.

She looked at him, greeted with a smirk. "Vell, babe?" he asked in a slight accent that could be traced as German.

She slowly raised her hand up and flicked his nose with her finger, "Save it for rehearsal, Fritz."

The other teens laughed at his failure while the male countries just watched silently. "Come on, babe. Jou know jou vant a Prussian guy," he tried to coax.

Italy, Germany, and Japan blinked. Prussia wasn't a country anymore, so why did he call himself Prussian? "I don't think so, Fritz. One, I'm not into guys like you and two, I am currently in 'single and am staying that way' mode."

"Oh, you're still hooked on h-" he was to say yet got punched in the face by her fist.

He was launched into the wall of a building but he just laughed, shaking off the shock of collision. The countries blinked and whipped their heads at Ib. She was just walking away with a slight growl. "He vas an arschloch Ib!" Fritz yelled back at her, laughing, "He never deserved jou!"

She turned the corner and took a deep breath as Italy, Germany, and Japan caught up to her. "Vhat vas zhat about?" Germany asked.

"Nothing," she sighed as she stopped in the front of a large building.

Its parking lot was full of cars but quiet. Everyone was inside, waiting. She slowly walked into the building with the males following. Once they were in it, they classified it as a music hall. "Ib-san?" Japan asked.

"Yes?" she stopped and turned to him.

On note, she was relatively shorter than him. "What was with the singing earrier?" he questioned cautiously.

She made a sort of noise; as if it was to be a giggle yet her expression didn't change. "My country specialized in music," she answered, "There is a law that a child by the age of three must be able to play a two measure song on the triangle or the drums. After that, they can pursue their music talent further, but if a child cannot complete the task, they are sent with me to teach them."

"Vhy jou? Not to be rude or anyzhing," Germany asked.

She made the noise again, "It is alright to ask. Ask anything you wish and to answer the question, it is because I can play any instrument known to man."

"Ve!" the Italian exclaimed, "I have a question!"

"Si Italy?" she urged him to go on.

"Why-a did you go-a into isolation?" he asked with a smile.

However, her expression had a hint of sad ringed into it. She quickly turned around and looked down. "Anything but that question," she said as she began to walk again.