I have always wanted to do this. You'll see what I mean by the end of the chapter.

Note- Robin's a bit OOC here, but I'll make this clear- Robin and Iggy have a younger sister/older brother relationship in my eyes, like him and America. They are not in love.

Just for the fun of it, I'll babble on about my views on the differences between nations and humans for this entire paragraph. Fingerprints- like humans, nations have fingerprints, but they vaguely look like the shape of the country. Mind reading- if mind reading is attempted, then it won't work as usual. The mind reader would see images from history that lined up with how the country is feeling. For example, if Italy was feeling happy, then images of the Renaissance would appear, or if China was feeling proud, images of great buildings or food would show up.

Warning! Words in foreign languages! But you can tell what they're saying by the context.

Chapter 16 (Robin POV)

After the fight, all of us headed for the town except for Cap'n, Canada, and Peter, who stayed behind after Cap'n had another flashback. I'm glad that he's recovering… and I hope that he regains his personality, too. Mathew had told me and Nami about Feliciano and Lovino being afraid of him, and Francis and Yao hating him, but I knew about that side of him. He was always angry, spiteful, and prone to choking people when he got annoyed with them, but that's just how he was.

"Ve~ look, they're selling pasta on the street!" Feliciano went bounding towards the stall like a puppy or a little kid. "How much is it? Five hundred berries, okay," he paid for it.

As long as he's happy… "Aw, this tastes yucky," Or not.

"Hey! You can't just waltz in here and insult my food!" the stall keeper yelled. He looked familiar… Oh yeah, we went to his restaurant the night before last.

"Ve~ but it sucks!" Feliciano whined.

Well, I thought that it was good. I took a step forward, but Germany held me back.

"Just… bear wis it," Germany said next to me, way too mature for his size. "He does zis all ze time," Really? I had a new respect for Germany. "He vonce wrote a praise-song zat insulted my wurst,"

Worst? "Your worst what? If it's your worst cooking, then-" Asked Ussop.

"Wurst. It is a kind of sausage," said Kiku. "Made from intestine. Fericiano-san has always been peculiar about his food; it is a good ting that he is a good cook,"

"Well, if it sucks so much, then why don't you make your own?" roared the owner.

"Ve~ Okay!" Instantly, he dashed off screen and appeared again, wearing his maid outfit. He began to place more pots on the ground from out of nowhere and began to boil water.

"F-Fratello?" yelled Lovino, "W-why are you wearing that again?"

"Ve? Oh, it helps me cook for crowds better!" he flounced around a little, which made him really look like a crossdresser.

"You like that thing?" Lovino waved his arms aggressively, and then jumped onto a crate conveniently placed at shoulder height next to his brother, grabbed him by the neck, and began to strangle him. "Non sai quanto ho sofferto a causa di quel vestito [1]!" I couldn't understand a word he said, but I got the idea.

"L-let g-go of m-me… Fratelllo!" I wanted to stop him, but there's nothing I could do against a kid. "Mi stai soffocando! Mi stai soffocando [2]!"

"This happen often?" Nami asked Spain. "You're awfully stoic."

"Sí … He hits me sometimes… but I really like him," He went from gloomy to happy in about one second.

"Just like Cap'n," I said under my breath.

"Eh?" Spain said under the impression that I was talking to him.

"Mi arrendo! Ego deditionem! Je me rend! Me rindo! I surrender [3] !" He yelled in a dozen more languages waving a white flag, while Lovino kept on throttling him.

"Excuse me?" A man in blue- not a Marine- came up to them and tapped Feliciano on the shoulder. "What exactly are you doing? It is forbidden to wear such an outfit in public, and-" He was too busy being choked to listen. "Pay attention to me, young lady-"

"But I'm not a girl!" He somehow managed to shout.

The policeman stood there for a moment. I could see his blood pressure rise by the second. "Then you are guilty of transvestite indecency, and you are guilty of attempted murder!" It took me five seconds to realize that he was talking about Lovino. "And so you-"

Two things happened at the same time. Lovino threw a tomato at him. Feliciano seemed to shrink back. As soon as the tomato made contact with the policeman's head, Feliciano yelled, "F- Fuggire [4]!" He grabbed Lovino and ran back towards the forest, where Cap'n, Peter, and…er, Canada were.

"Stop! You are disrupting the peace! Men are not allowed to wear woman's clothes!" The cop chased after him, tomato juice streaming down his face and into his uniform. I would hate to be him… Surprisingly, Feliciano was still ahead of him despite his usual slow pace.

"I hav not figured out vhy, but Italy is only fast vhen he is retreating. It is such a pain during training," Germany said, half irritated and half exhausted. So Feliciano's real name is Italy.

"Oi, Lovino is also It-" Spain began, but Francis clapped his hand to his mouth.

"L'ignorer," he said, which basically meant to ignore him. Maybe we should investigate his room next.

"I can't believe that I was beaten by that girly guy in front of Nami…" Sanji lamented.

"Maybe you should stick with cooking," Zoro said levelly.

"What did you say?" Sanji was on fire now… literally. "I will train until my limbs break, and then train harder the next day, to win Nami's love!"

Alfred dumped water on him. "What? Come on, he was on fire! I mean, ever since Iggy and Mattie burned my house down…"

"Robin?" Nami asked over all the hullabaloo.

"Yes?"

"Do you remember the seastone?" She held up the jar discreetly.

I hung my head. "I'll ask when he gets back," I can't believe I forgot! But we'll get our answers soon enough.

(POV shift, Sealand)

Back in the forest, the three of us gaped at the picture a second time. It was the Italy brothers for sure. "Why is he…?"

"We caught him and his brother/sister disturbing the peace earlier today. The older one broke the law by wearing this… monstrosity," I guess he meant the dress…

"What about L-the other one?" I asked.

"S/he was caught in the act of attempted murder by suffocation," He thought that Romano might be a girl?

"Er… actually, that happens a lot," said Canada, but the policemen took no notice.

"Have you seen-?" The man began, but he stopped.

Another policeman came up to him. "We've found them; they were hiding in a tomato crate. I don't know where all the tomatoes are, though,"

Well, I knew, but I wasn't about to go and tell them that we knew them. But I still had to ask; I was the only one who could and not look suspicious. "But where are they now?" I gave them my best 'innocent little boy' face.

He gave me a 'aw-you're-a-cute-little-kid' look, and said, "In the town underground prison, of course!" He patted me on the head. Well, this might just be a problem.

[1] When Romano strangles Italy- You have no idea how much I have suffered because of that dress! Italian

[2] Italy while being strangled- You're choking me! Italian

[3] Italy yelling I surrender- All mean the same thing, except in Italian, Latin, French, Spanish, and then English, which seemed to be the order of importance. Actually, I forgot the order since I just used Google Translate, and I write this part last, so I might have missed something.

[4] Italy before running away- Run away! Italian

Note- What I've always wanted to do was put someone in prison. It didn't matter who, I just wanted to put anyone in prison. That's not to say that it was not my intention to put the Italy brothers in jail for the sake of the plot, I just wanted to have one part involving being arrested.