"Mein Gott Kiku!"Gilbert yelled into the receiver.

"Itai! My ears. What Gilbert?" Kiku said clutching his ear and holding the phone away from his face.

"I read my journals, and did some research. Either it's completely coincidence, or mien bruder is Holy Roman Empire!"

"If there is truth to that Francis has some expraining to do," Japan got a bit lost in thought, but recovered, and continued,

"Guess we need to get in contact with him. I will call Engrand. He might hate me, but he's the only one I can think of who might know, or bring France to us. Arigato Gilbert, for your help."

"Ja. You were right to ask my awesome for help."

The line went dead.

"Hmm, Japan has to fix his phone connection."

Mean while Italy was having trouble sleeping. To be honest, he really didn't want to sleep. He suddenly had a good idea. He climbed out of bed, and slipped on a pair of boxers. He slowly opened his door, and peeked his head out. Coast was clear. He tip toed out of his room, and crept over to Germany's room. As soon as he opened the door he put his arms up in a universal I surrender pose. Germany had a rifle pointed in his direction.

"Italy!" Ludwig lowered the gun, as his eyes adjusted to the dark

"You can't creep up on me! Vhat are you doing?"

"I'm sorry Germany. I just couldn't sleep. I just wanted some comfort is all." Italy looked at the floor, and blushed heavily.

Germany ran his fingers through his hair. He couldn't resist the little Italian, and his bed was big enough.

"Ja, climb in Italy."

Italy was in bed in a single jump.

"Thank you Germany!" Italy said, with a big smile, cuddling down into the pillows.

Ludwig forced himself to the other side of the bed, and laid on his back. He put his arms behind his head, and willed himself to relax. Then his whole body stiffened. Italy had rolled over, and put his arms around his body.

"I-italy!" Ludwig felt his cheeks go red.

"Just let me stay Germany. It will help me sleep."

"Okay...Feliciano."

Italy blushed, but felt like he might blow up as Germany wrapped an arm around him. He felt his body pulled flush against Germany.

Germany relished the closeness with Italy. He wasn't good at expressing himself, but in a stupor of sleep, he could blame it all on that.

He felt Italy nuzzle into his chest, and softly whisper

"Germany."

Too be honest he could get used to hearing that.

The next morning, a knock on the door brought Germany to his senses.

"Italy!" Germany yelled.

There was an Italian basically laying on his body.

"Oh sorry! I'll come back. Don't mind me." A voice called behind the door.

"Nein. Come in." He called, after detaching the bleary eyed Italian off of him.

Ludwig saw the door open, but nobody walked in.

Matthew sighed "I'm right here!"

Ludwig jumped seeing Canada next to the bed.

Italy yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"Canada is going home today Ludwig. He and Gilbert hit it off, and Gilbert is going to visit him later for hokey or something."

"Hockey!" Matthew yelled loudly. He was a polite Canadian, but don't mess with his love of hockey. He's been known to wield a hockey stick in anger.

"Gilbert is taking me, so I wanted to say goodbye, and thank you so much for everything."

"It vas nothing really." Ludwig said. Of course it was for him. Canada was quiet, and never bothered him while he worked. Plus, Canada hadn't stayed long.

"It was nothing Canada! I'm happy that you, and Prussia are happy together!" Italy said, with a sleep glazed smile.

"Well Gilbert will be here soon so thank you again. I'll call when I'm safe on Sweet Canadian soil. Bye you two!" Matthew waved, and left the room closing the door behind him.

He heard a knock on the door, and grabbed Kumajirou, and his bags and opened the door.

"Birdie!" Gilbert said, before grabbing Canada, and kissing him deeply.

After they parted, Matthew was blushing heavily.

"Hi Gilbert!"

"Ready for the awesome me to escort you, Birdie."

"Always!"

Back in the bedroom, Germany and Italy were sitting up awkwardly quiet in bed together. Italy decided to break the silence,

"I'm going to get dressed, and make breakfast. Sound good?"

"Ja, sounds very good Italy." Germany responded.

Italy got up and left, leaving Ludwig to his thoughts. He ran his fingers through his hair. How do you tell someone that you love them? Him and Italy started off as a prisoner and his captor, then allies, and now...still allies. Italy had grown on him, in the best way possible. He was a bumbling, pasta loving idiot, and yet, Germany had the biggest soft spot for him. He was Germany though, he couldn't go professing his love! It would make him look weak. (even if over half the world already believed the two were involved)

He got up and got dressed. He could already smell breakfast cooking. His stomach gave an angry growl. How did Italy always know when he was hungry? It was a mystery to him. Maybe it was an Italian thing.

A phone conversation not to far away, was heating up the United Kingdom as England was losing his temper.

"Absolutely not Japan!" England yelled into the receiver.

"Prease Arthur. I'll do anything. I need you to help!" Kiku was actually pleading to England

"No way! I'm not calling that bloody frog!"

"Arthur prease! How about you give me his number then?"

"Rubbish! Why do you want to deal with that git anyways?"

"It's a surprise and a secret."

England contemplated it. Japan was a very good friend of his. He wouldn't be asking unless it was something important. But it was the damn frog He was talking about. Why did he bring up a dead empire anyways? He sighed. Maybe it wasn't his business.

"Alright. Just because you are my friend, Japan."

He gave Kiku the frog's number. Then hung up, and went back to nursing his cup of tea. He looked up as he heard someone ask

"What was that all about?"

"I don't know Flying Mint Bunny, but I have a feeling there is something much bigger than us working here." He thoughtfully took a sip of tea.

On the other side of the world Japan was listening to the phone ring.

"Bonjour." someone finally answered.

"Herro France, it's Japan."

"Honhonhon, what would you be calling moi for?"

"I wanted to ask you about Holy Roman Empire."

Francis nearly dropped the phone. Why would Japan be calling about that?

"I think this is a conversation best saved for in person. I'll book a flight. I'll be in your country this afternoon."

A/N) please don't kill me! I know this is kind of short and late, but I have a perfectly good excuse! I wanted to give you guys a chapter quickly, my birthday was on Friday, and then I got caught up watching my new Outlaw Star Dvds! But I'm back up to speed!

Well anyway, here we go! Germany is fighting with his feelings, Canada and Prussia are officially PruCan, and France better have a good excuse! It's going down y'all.

To answer some Reviews:

jrap: it's never actually been confirmed that HRE, and Germany are one in the same. This is strictly headcanon. HRE has never been given a human name, and I'd assume now that he is a country, and Gilbert gave him a name, he would just stay Germany.

GDC: it's truly not a party till you review my story. It always makes me smile to see your reviews. Stick around to see what excuse France has, although I love your theory.

Also thank you to everyone that has reviewed, and followed it makes me smile. Especially you 12KataangHeart's.

Translations:

Itai: Ow or ouch!

Arigato: thanks

Bonjour: Hello

Moi: me