As Feliciano crept inside, it looked like as if nobody was there. He slowly closed the door behind him. The house itself was quite old. Feliciano, and others from the Old World, had much older homes, but they were upkept at least. Alfred's house was from the Colonial Era, and it still was. He was surprised that the floors didn't creak as he quietly tiptoed to the living room, which was a little further down the narrow hallway, and Feliciano made a loud and confused gasp when he entered the door frame of the living room as he saw only three people sitting down there. All three of them immediately stopped what they were doing as Feliciano made noise, disturbing the quiet atmosphere.

"Hmm, good day Italy. I'm so glad you could make it, unlike some other nations." a gentleman sitting down presented in a soothing monotone English voice, as the man was sitting and sipping a cup of tea in his right hand.

"Finally, it's about time you got here!" a much louder and buff man exclaimed, slightly relieved but still upset over the fact that he was here late, but earlier than some others. Harbouring a German accent and extremely deep voice, it was clear that before Italy entered, the German sounding man was pacing around back and forth.

"Hey, Italy dude! What's up bro, how've you been? Glad you could make it to the world meeting happening in my house!" said a very eccentric man, asking the Italian in a very casual voice for the person. With a pool cue in his hand, he must've gotten bored and started to play pool all by himself. Or maybe the German was playing with him, but it didn't look like it.

"O-Oh, ciao England, Germany and America, how are you all?..." he cheerfully mumbled, slowly fading away as his eyes looked at the peeved German. "I'm sorry I'm late... I was caught up with something."

Germany snickered. "Yeah, probably catching up on that silly new Sailor V game that Japan bought... Ugh, I don't know why Japan thought giving you that game would make you any more productive than you already are- or should I say, not!"

America and England looked at each other, and then back at Germany, who was lecturing Italy a bit roughly. Italy looked back at Germany. "I haven't had time to play that recently... I had to think of a plan to fix my nation's economy... and, no that wasn't it this time."

"Oh, this time? So, you were playing it the other time and was late because of it!" Germany spoke, in a very solemnly tone, and raises his hand in the air and points upwards in the air above Italy, in a "Ah-ha!" fashion. The Italian began to frown at this, not understanding what the big point was. "Hey, no I wasn't... I-I think..." he grumbled, looking at the floor. It looked very old, as if termites could crawl out any second and eat it; the floor being so wooden and ancient. America then piped in immediately after Italy. "To be fair, my good German friend, Sailor V is no laughing matter." He straightens himself up, and stands on the table in the centre of the room. "Fighting villains, fighting crime! It's a hard life. And time-consuming too. It's after all, the life of a hero, and I know what that's like!"

All three of them blinked at America's remark, as he kept standing heroically, as if he was frozen in time to that position. A knock, more like a bump, at the front door was heard.

"Did anybody else hear that noise coming from the front?" England stated, getting up from a green chair he was resting in, setting his tea on the table near America's feet. "I believe someone else is here now. I guess they don't know that the door was open. I'll open it for them, pardon me." He started walking towards the door, as he opened it and looked puzzled. "Funny, I thought I heard something... Maybe it was the creaking of the floors."

"Hahaha, please, you're going crazy again! What, was that your "flying mint bunny" you mentioned once-"

"Hey! I told you never to speak about Flying Mint Bunny as if he isn't real ever again you wanker!" the Englishmen yelled at America from across the hall, as England made his way back into the living room. Germany sat down at the head of the table and sighed, as he watched the Anglophones argue it out, and the Italian daydreaming about food. Slamming his hand directly onto the table, he shouted out. "Everybody, pay attention NOW!" he paused. "We need to figure out why, first and foremost, why people are not here! Did we send them a different date perhaps? We must figure this out immediately and not waste time here! I could have been in Berlin helping new military recruits out, but nein, I came here to waste my time. And on what; sitting watching other nations bicker back and forth!? I don't think so!". Italy stopped his long rant, raising his hand. "Eh, eh, Germany! Germany!"

As he crossed his arms, he growled slightly. "Yeah, what is it."

"May I be excused to go to the washroom?"

"You know what? Fine, go. Nature calls, go ahead and do what you want." He shrugged. "I suppose we might be better off at the moment ironically if we lose even more nations right now."

Italy, nodding innocently and not hurt by unusually mean words from Germany, went off to the washroom, as he heard shouting and bickering from the other room. He stumbled out slowly, going upstairs, following a conveniently placed bathroom sign to the bathroom. As he entered it, he closed the door behind him, and sighed. He was finally alone. Finally-

"Ah, there you are. Are you ready now?" said a familiar voice from somewhere. Instead of freaking out like Italy would normally do, he just sat there and was too spooked to move or say anything; he stiffened up, like as if he became a statue. The voice beckoned again. "Hello? Are you alright? You don't look to good. You got more pale." From the shower curtain, a shadowy figure appeared, and once the curtain was moved by the figure, much to Italy's fright and scare, the figure turned out just to be that cat Luna again. "So, are we ready to talk now?" She said in a rather intimidating tone. "Rather, explain to me what all that was about!?"

Italy blinked, not knowing how to react. "Uh... Ve... How'd you even get in-"

"No, absolutely no if's, and's, but's, or ve's, you must explain now! Why were those other men referring to you as the name of that nation, um... Italy? Is that a nickname or something? Tell me Feliciano, you have to be honest with me... and... if you must know, I was following you, and you went into this house, so I was prepared to be answered by you, not some... odd looking fellow. I hid and when the door was about to close, I scurried inside before it could lock, and I hid in places, listening to you, and when I heard you needed to use the washroom, I ran up hear as fast as I could."

As he breathed deeply, his secret was out. Someone found out his nation's identity. Sure, it was just a cat, a talking one, but no human before besides bosses and government officials knew of Italy's secret, that he was a nation. He remained having a panicked poker face on him, but slowly nods no to the nickname theory, knowing that he couldn't keep a secret. "Ehh..." he sighed, knowing the cat was out of the bag ((pun not intended)) now. Evenually, he turned himself around to face Luna, and began to tell her everything about him, which turned into quite a long time, to tell a bit of history of him. Luna almost slept through points of it, but managed to keep herself up. Italy took a deep breath when he was done talking.

"But... how, how is that possible? You are... a-a nation? You've lived for not as long as I have, but for sure much longer than a human! Quite remarkable." She looked around the bathroom. "So, I am to assume that out there right now, in the meeting, is England, Germany, and America?"

"Vee~ Correct!" he piped up with a smile. However, a loud bang on the door both made Luna and Italy gasp. Italy spoke up. "Um... w-who is it?"

"It's me! Dammit Italy, what's taking so long!? I want to use the bathroom too you know!" exclaimed the German, and it was obvious on whom was on the other side of the door. Italy's face turned blue for a second, or so it appeared. "Y-Yeah Germany, I'll be out in a second!" There was silence on the other end of the door.

Luna lowered herself more to the ground, whispering "Ugh, no fair! I got to hear all of that, but I didn't get to share what I need to share with you, which is very important!" She paused her complaint for a second. "Wait... Italy, do you feel that? I feel some strange presence coming through that door..."

"Ve? Maybe it's Germany's hairspray you're smelling, since it's just him standing on the other side of the door".

"No... I feel some... positive force, like I haven't had for ages until I met you. Hmm, is it possible that Germany is a Sailor Scout?"

"A... Sailor Scout?"

"Yes, a guardian, destined to help Sailor Moon accomplish his ultimate mission."

"Sounds... childish, ve~"

Luna groaned a little bit. "Look, I have to vanish now, or else Germany will discover me, and since I still haven't made a full analysis on him whether he's a Sailor Scout or not, I can't be seen by him. I'll hide in the shower, don't worry about me. I will meet you later, trust me, I know my way around to finding people. Now, go on, he's waiting to use the bathroom."

Italy blinked at Luna. "That's... a little gross-" There were louder and more frequent knocks at the door. "ITALY! What did I just say!?"

"Okay, o-okay, I'm coming this very second!" He replied in vain, hiding Luna nice and tightly, before exiting the washroom, and seeing Germany face to face. "So ah, Germany... here. Bathroom is yours."

"Thank you." He swiftly said, as he went in the bathroom. Italy wanted to stay close by and wonder if Luna would be alright or not, but it would be creepy to know if Germany knew that he was just standing outside the room. So, Italy quietly made his way downstairs and into the bleak living room, to only see England appreciating the garden outside through the window, and America greeting someone new at the door in the front. Italy went to see America greet someone, and it turned out to be Japan.

"Konnichiwa, America and Italy." He bowed, stepping inside and taking his shoes off, and apologizing for his tardiness, as he complained about a problem at the airport with the customs office. As he walks in, he slows down his walk as his head moves quickly around, trying to spot something. "Wait, where is everyone else?"

America and Italy look at each other and almost laugh out loud. America replied "Haha, dude, don't even get us started on this one again..."