The next day in Italy:

Israel was amazed.

Rome was like no city he had ever seen, it was huge. The buildings were so wonderful and great the decorated that it was almost overwhelming. He had never been outside Berlin in his life and therefore he wasn't used to strange places, it was both amazing and scary to the toddler and he was sure to keep a tight grip on his father's hand the entire time. Germany smiled when he saw how amazed and scared the child was, he could relate, he was a bit of a shut in two and Italy was a fabulous get confusing nation.

"Are you alright son?" Germany asked glancing down at his son. The boy winced and then smiled shyly up and his father and nodded once.

"I like the city, papa," the boy confessed meekly. Germany chuckled.

"Do you now?" chuckled the German, " it is a very nice place isn't it? Perhaps we should come here more often?"

"Maybe," said the child with a shy shrug.

Germany smiled slightly but before he could say anything else to the boy there was a loud, "Ve! Ve! Doitsu! Ariel! Over here!"

The Italian nation practically bounced up and down when he spotted the German and his young son walking down the Rome streets. Germany smiled and gave a very slight wave while Israel gave a very very slight smile and shyly nodded at the Italian. Italy ran over to the pair and grabbed Germany in a tight hug. Germany gagged and then shoved the Italian off.

"Nice to see you too Italy," huffed the German, " but let's keep physical contact to a minimum."

"Ve~! Whatever you want Germany!" cried the Italian happily, he then knelt down in front of the young Israel and offered his hand to the boy. Aviel shook it and mumbled, " shalom Italia."

"Ve, shalom to you too Ariel!" cried the Italian cheerfully, "nice of you to come over!"

"Thanks for inviting me, I like your city." said Izzy, "I like Rome, it's a pretty city."

"Ve, where's Prussia?" asked Italy curiously and Germany sighed. Ariel hung his head and went red as he blurted, "its my fault, uncle Gil didn't want to come because I was being bad and…"

"Ariel, enough!" shouted Germany forcefully, "enough with blaming yourself!"

Both Ariel and Italy winced at the shout and at seeing he had frightened the boy, Germany sighed and patting the boy on the head decided to change the subject.

"Italia," said Germany, "Could you show me where the image of the Israel your Grandfather Rome fought now please?"

Italy's eyes brightened and he nodded enthusiastically, "ve! Sure, Doitsu! Follow me!"

With that the Italian nation led Israel and Germany to his home. Israel was surprised by how messy it was, his papa I usually never allowed his room to get this messy, but then again he never been in another house outside of his own. He smiled and wondered what it would be like to have a house of his own when he grew up. He could keep it is messy as he liked! Unfortunately Germany saw the look on the child's face and seem to be able to read his mind as he said, "you know I'm never going to let you keep your room half as messy is this even if you move out one day."

The child blushed and muttered something shyly under his breath and Germany chuckled. He was half telling the truth however, he was not planning on allowing Ariel to grow up and then just abandon him. Even if the boy didn't live under his room forever, he would still always look after him. He was his father after all.

"Here he is~!" exclaimed Italy happily gesturing to a large mosaic on a wall. Germany looked up and his eyes brightened curiously. The image was a little hard to make out as he was made of glass and assorted colored stones however he easily the features of the man in the image. The picture showed a nation of about 20 years old standing valiantly in front of what appeared to be a temple holding a sword in his hand. He had dark hair that was curled like Ariel's however he was far too old to be Ariel. Despite that Germany looked closely at the stones that the mosaic builder had chosen for the eyes and he was surprised to see that the mosaic builder had chosen golden stones to represent the ancient israel's eyes.

"He looks like an older version of Ariel!" exclaimed Germany. Israel looked up at the image and tilted his head curiously to the side. indeed it did look exactly like him. The Israeli shrugged however, he didn't honestly care if he ever found out who his real father was, papa was his papa and Israel's real father was had abandoned him. He remembered nothing of his original parents or whether or not he had been related to the great and famous ancient Israel.

"Ve," said Italy, " and Grandpa Rome said he was the strongest nation he ever fought, even Carthage wasn't as hard to beat as him! Because he was really determined to survive and he was really protective of his temple, he was a great nation!"

Germany shook his head slightly, "if he abandoned Ariel then he's not a great nation, no matter what he did when he was alive."

Italy smiled and nodded in agreement. Germany sighed and shook his head, it was incredibly possible that the Israel in the image was Ariel's father or perhaps his grandfather but he still couldn't be sure.

"You know of anybody else who may have known of ancient Israel?" asked Germany and Italy thought for a moment and then snapping his fingers said, "sure! Egypt! He was the first country to ever meet Israel! When I was a kid the Israel and the picture here used to talk all the time of how God helped him escape from Egypt!"

Germany rolled his eyes at that and said, " That's just a story, not real."

"Ve, but even then even if the plague story isn't true then Egypt still knew Israel, if you want to find out more about him and you might want to visit Egypt!"

Germany nodded in agreement and said, " that's good idea, I suppose I can afford to make one stop on the way home."

He glanced over his shoulder at Ariel however and noticed that the boy was scaring out the window at the coliseum. He smiled and looking at Italy asked, "but for now, do you have a camera?"

Italy grinned and nodded. Germany walked over to his son and shook his shoulders slightly. Area looked up at his father and grinning pointed to the coliseum and said, " that's a really cool building!"

"They used to use it for games, in the days of ancient Rome lions and bears used to fight against humans," explained Germany and he smiled when the boy's eyes widened in awe.

"Italia!" said Germany, putting a hand around the boy's shoulder, could you take a picture of me and my son?"

"Sure, Germania!" said the Italian eagerly. Israel and Germany got into positions and before he smiled Ariel said sadly, "I wish Uncle Gil could be here."

Germany sighed and nodding said, "I know son, I know."

However Ariel perked up and smiled for the camera. Germany gave the slightest of smiles.

"Say pasta!" said Italy brightly.

Snap!