Hey guys! Here's the next chapter! The question of the mysterious noises is answered! You guy's are pretty good guessers, but as for who the book is for, you'll have to wait and find out.

To Waruitenshi- Germany does like bland food but he also loves cake.( It doesn't really have to do with my question, I just wanted you to know :P) also tAtU is a Russian band.

To ARandomShadowOfLife- I was ROFLing all over the place when I read your comment. I never thought about it like that, but no he's just playing the video game XD

To Meluzina and I-Heart-Yami-Yugi- .I chose to use "In Die Nacht". I 'll be using it next chapter :)

And to everyone else- thank you so much for all your help, support and commments. Also the song used in this chapter is "Iris" by Biagio Antonacci.

"Antonio! Keep him under control! He nearly blew our cover!" said Prussia.

"Shut up! Your Potato-bastard brother had his hands all over Feliciano!" Romano responded angrily.

"Shhh, Lovi. You know he was just stopping Ita-chan from falling," Spain said, trying to calm Romano down.

"Whatever," said Romano. "I know he had ulterior motives…."

"Romano," Hungary spoke up, after putting her camera back in her bag. "If you're so opposed to them spending time together, why did you even let Ita-chan go?"

The four of them had been watching (stalking), Italy and Germany since they had left Italy's house. Romano had asked Spain to come along with him, so that he could make sure that Germany didn't try anything fishy with Italy. Spain had called Prussia and Hungary had happened to be over there when he got the call. That's how this group came to be hiding behind buildings and in alleyways, following the two unsuspecting people.

Romano didn't answer Hungary's question.

"He couldn't stop him," said Spain, smiling at Romano. "Ita-chan is the one who asked Germany, not the other way around."

Romano looked down. "Feliciano he…he never listens to me. I don't want him to get hurt…not that I care!" he added. "It's just that when he's upset, it's troublesome for me."

Spain ruffled Romano's hair. "Mi tomate, Ita-chan isn't a child. He can take care of himself in these matters."

"Don't call me that!" Romano said, punching him in the arm. "And I know that, but he's still nothing but a cry baby…" Hungary giggled.

"My brother isn't a bad person," Prussia said. "He cares about Italia-chan."

"He's still a potato-bastard…" mumbled Romano.

"Why, you-!" Prussia started.

"Both of you be quiet!" Hungary said, in a hushed whisper. "They're back out!"

Germany and Italy walked around (blissfully) unaware of their followers.

As they strolled along, Italy spotted a street musician. He pulled Germany towards the performer.

"I want to listen," explained Italy, when Germany gave him a confused look.

The musician smiled when he saw the two of them approach. He was a young man with long brown hair, pulled into a ponytail and a goatee.

"Do you mind if we listen?" asked Italy, when they reached him.

"My music is for everyone," the musician answered. "You can and listen as long as you want."

"Okay!"

The musician began to strum a tune on his guitar.

"I know this song!" Italy said. "It's one of my favourites!"

"Sing along with me then," said the musician. He continued to play. Then he started to sing.

"Iris tra le tue poesie,
ho trovato qualcosa che parla di me…"

Italy didn't immediately join him. At first he began to hum but eventually he sang too.

"…Quanta vita c'è.. quanta vita insieme a te
Tu che ami e... tu che non lo rinfacci mai
e non smetti mai di mostrarti come sei
quanta vita c'è in questa vita insieme a te…"

Germany listened as Italy sang. He was mesmerized. He had heard Italy sing before, but never in his own language. He sounded…amazing. Standing there, Germany thought to himself how he could just listen forever.

"…Irisi ti Amo davvero
e se questo ti piace, rimani con me."

When the song was over, the musician complimented Italy on his singing.

"Heh, I'm not that good," said Italy. "Right, Doitsu?"

"You're great," Germany said, still staring at Italy in awe.

Italy blushed at Germany's words. "T-thank you," he said.

Italy pulled out some money, put it into the musicians guitar case and asked him the time.

"Hmmm, let's see." He said, checking his watch. "It's about 2:49."

"Ah, okay," Italy said. "Doitsu, we need to hurry, it's almost 3:00"

"Huh?" Germany said. "What's at 3:00?"

"Siesta!" said Italy brightly.

"Where are you planning on sleeping?" asked Germany.

"I'll show you," said Italy. "Bye!" he said to the musician, before they left.

"Bye."

Translations:

Mi tomate- My tomato

I'll hopefully have the chapter 10 out by Friday :)

*hint* *hint* You guy's are going to love chapter 11 ;)