Well, "Hallo" sounded pretty darn close to "Hello", so I was just going to assume that was what it meant. Not that I was the best at making assumptions, but this didn't really take a genius to figure out.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and gave a small smirk back. "Uh… hey." White laughed and ruffled my hair.

"Don't know why, but I take it he's with you?" He said to Alfred, getting a headshake in return.

"He was at Iggy's, actually."

"That guy's so screwed up, I'm not going to even bother asking."

I pondered who this guy was. I didn't think I had seen him make his appearance in the anime… Then again, I didn't even get through season one, much less even look at the guy's blog. There was a lot I probably missed.

"What's your name, kid?" White asked turning back to me. I answered, and returned the question.

He laughed loudly, placing his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest a little. "I am THE AWESOME Gilbert Beilschmidt! THE AWESOME personification of the GREAT PRUSSIA!" His voice rose a little. "THE MOST POWERFUL KINGDOM TO EXIST!"

"…Not anymore…" Germany retorted from his positing at scrubbing the gleaming counter again.

"Can it, West!" I couldn't help but smile a bit at Gilbert's cockiness, even though the stuff going into my brain was just pushing it closer and closer to shutting it down. (Like, why were the two Germans speaking English? Also, why was everyone speaking their nation names so casually now? Unless they all heard what went down at the door…)

Feli dashed into the room, now fully clothed.

"Everything's on the table! Why aren't you eating?" He cried.

"Well, we were kind of waiting for you…" Germany replied, peering at the counter, seeming to be inspecting it to see if he missed any microscopic pieces of dust. Man… and I thought that Kirkland was a stickler for cleanliness.

"Why would you do that? It's not like I'm not going to get any food if I eat later!" Germany shook his head.

"That's not the point…" But while saying that, he put down the cloth in his hand and headed to the table with the other four-no, three of us. Alfred had already gone to serve himself and was eating heartily. I took a place beside him while Feli served himself, ranting about how much he loved pasta.

I had to admit, he somehow made the topic interesting. Or maybe it was because he was talking so fast it was an exercise in itself just to keep up with what he was saying. No one complained about it, though… and he just went on and on and on. From siestas to the hot babes he saw earlier, back to pasta. That guy was a show of his own. Then again, that was how he was in the anime.

…And as I realized that fact, I realized how much creepier my situation got.

While I knew quite a bit about Alfred and Germany and all those guys that appear in the beginning of Hetalia, they probably didn't know half as much about me. That made me sound like some sort of intelligent stalker freak. I wondered if I should inform them about that… or tell them everything about myself to make up for it…

Well, I'd think about that later. I'd leave everything as it was for the time being.

I slucked my spaghetti while attempting to listen to Feliciano, who was telling another story; this one being something about a girl and eating pasta with her.

…And, yes, I slucked it. These noodles were real long. It was kind of fun, actually. It brought back memories of previous attempts that always failed with the noodle either breaking or being too short. I had declared it comical fiction that was not possible two years ago.

But here I was, successfully slucking the world's longest noodles. Of course, all the impossible was becoming possible as of late, so this probably wasn't something that I should have been so excited about. With that thought in mind, I wondered if I would find someone else slurping the same noodle at the end… You know, like Lady and the Tramp style. That would be cool. Weird, but cool.

An idea barely related to all this shoved all other thoughts aside right then, and as I perked up, my noodle conveniently came to its end and whiplashed me. Ironic.

"Hey, Fe-ee…" I started, my mouth extremely full (because it's kind of hard to swallow while slucking, so I just let the food accumulate in my mouth).

"Hm?" I choked before I could get on with my sentence, causing an awkward silence as I tried to stop my gag reflexes and swallow my food. Alfred slapped me hard on the back, nearly causing me to spit it out all over the place, but somehow, that helped me stop coughing. I successfully swallowed this time, slamming my hands down on the table with satisfaction.

"Okay, so, seeing as how you're Italy and all…" I tried to ignore the disgusted glances from Germany. They reminded me of Kirkland's glares when he was mad. "That would mean that you know the pope, right?"

"But of course! The pope has been around for as long as I can remember!" That meant over three hundred years ago… Aug. Confusion. Headache. I stopped thinking about that immediately and continued on with my point.

"But, I, uh, noticed that you didn't bless this meal…" Feliciano cocked his head to the side.

"Huh… I guess not… How interesting. I wonder when that stopped? Do you want me to? Because I can if you do…"

"Oh no, that's not necessary if you don't want…" Before I could finish (I was cursed with some sort of interruption thing, wasn't I?) he had stood up.

"THANK YOU GOD FOR PASTA!" He belted, then sat down and resumed eating and talking about whatever it was he was talking about before. Gilbert snickered and Germany elbowed him, muttering something under his breath.

Now it was my turn to cock my head. That was it? Seriously? I had been expecting a little (a lot) more than that… Like, the kind of prayer that was so peaceful and long that one practically fell asleep halfway through it. Like how the popes did it in the movies.

Then again, maybe this really was how the popes prayed. Maybe the portrayals were all wrong and they belted out quick and simple prayers. I wouldn't know. I was the person who thought that Africa was a country for the longest time. I was stupid and I knew it.

I'd have to ask about this… Later, with my other stuff. Feli was talking at full speed and I was done being nosy for the night.

Notes: Firstly, are these notes annoying? Should I stop?

Secondly, call me overly-cautious, but if anyone finds anything offensive in this ((like how I brought up the stereotyped pope)) just let me know. I want to keep the flames from starting, seeing as how they haven't so far.

Thirdly, there was supposed to be more to this chapter but I was having trouble thinking up stuff, and my motivation had gone kaput on me. However... one of the main reasons to that was because I was so excited thinking about what I am going to put in the next chapter! Please continue to stick with me! It's going to get better, I promise! :)