"Look there, Germany! There's a big ferris wheel. Can we go on, can we?"

The idea of them going on a ferris wheel ride together sounded like something two people would do on a date. Germany blushed at the thought and turned his attention to a stand. He was a little hungry but most of the overpriced food here was packed in sugar.

"I think I'll go get myself some coffee. You can go without me," he told his little friend.

Italy pouted and damn it was cute. Germany tried to avert his eyes.

"But I want to do things with you. That's why I wanted you to come with me. Oh, I know! Let's get some dumplings. There's a place right here."

Italy took Germany's arm and dragged him to where the plan's first operation base was. In the middle of everything, Italy almost forgot they were on a mission. But now that he remembered, he was determined to get Germany to stage one of the operation as quickly as possible.

Germany arched an eyebrow when he saw China selling dumplings in a humble looking stand. He was surprised to see China in his land but then again, it wasn't unusual to see countries trying to sell their products in other places.

Italy waved a hand.

"Ciao, China. Can we have something to eat?"

The Chinese country bowed politely.

"Of course. Is this a date?"

Germany flushed and shook his head, causing China to chuckle softly.

"I just kidding. Here you two are. Oh, and here you two go," China gave them both a ticket of some sort with their meal. Germany inspected it. It was a green ticket that said if you collect all colors, you get all you could eat gelato.

Germany cursed himself. Even now the subject wouldn't go away. Italy grinned excitedly as he held his ticket like a prize.

"Lookie, Germany! We can get free gelato if we go to the right places and do the right things. Ve, this is so much fun! I can't wait. Germany? Why are you throwing yours away?"

The blonde country tossed his ticket in the bin without even looking at it, munching on the dumpling in his hand.

"I don't like gelato. You know this. Now, what do you want to do?"

Italy pouted once more but didn't press the matter since the ticket had already been discarded. He took a big bite of his dumpling and ate it much more quickly than Germany. He looked at a map that was in his pocket. According to him, Japan gave that to Italy to show the best places in the carnival. That was what Italy said anyway. The explanation confused Germany somewhat but he wasn't complaining. As long as they had a plan of some sort, he supposed.

Italy grabbed his arm and dragged him away. The next stand featured a fortune telling service and Germany was startled to see who was behind it.

"Frankreich?" he ventured toward the long haired country.

France gave him a disgusted look. Italy didn't notice the exchange, he just sat down in front of France to get his fortune told.

"Please don't call me that. You somehow make my name sound vulgar when you do."

Germany glowered at the French nation. Was he saying that his language sounded vulgar? Italy, not one to resist touching whatever piqued his curiosity, grabbed the crystal ball. France took it out of his hands.

"Now now. I can't read your fortune unless you let me have that," France winked, "Are you both getting your fortunes told?"

"Nein. Just him."

Italy frowned up at his tall friend.

"But Germany…"

Before he could pester the taller country further, France took a hold of Italy's wrist and read his palm. Germany stood by, slightly amused at how France was pretending to have powers. Wasn't this more along England's area of expertise?

"I see…a romantic boat ride."

Christ. Germany should have known that France would somehow work in something romantic in this fortune telling. While Germany was not amused, Italy looked ecstatic at where this was going.

"Really? Am I with anyone?"

France nodded..

"Yes, I see him quite clearly."

Despite himself, Germany couldn't help but lean in closer, wondering who this mystery person was. Was France going to tell Italy that he saw him with Germany? The blonde blushed at the thought and looked away so the other two wouldn't see.

"Really? Who is he? Tell me."

"He's your brother."

"What?!" "VE?!" Italy and Germany both exclaimed in unison.

France chuckled at the expressions on their faces, especially the lost look on Germany's. So cute. Almost as cute as his little lapin.

"I don't mean you're with him with him. Just that you're in the same ride as he is."

Italy relaxed much more and sank into his seat. Germany almost wanted to punch the chuckling French country's face in for giving him that scare. For a second, he thought he had just heard France at his most perverted.

"Oh. That's okay then. Does that mean my brother likes romantic rides too? Who does he like?"

"Sorry, mon ami," France looked at his watch, "Time's up. But here. You can have this ticket for free ice cream."

"Gelato!" Italy corrected loudly. He took the offered red ticket with a smile.

"What are you doing here anyway? Aren't you stalking that British guy?" Germany suddenly asked.

France blushed at the accusation but didn't deny it. He placed a hand behind his head and laughed sheepishly.

"Well, actually. Angelterre is here. So of course you'll see me, non?"

China, France and England? Did every country decide to take a trip to Germany for no reason?

Italy looked at his map.

"Hey. There's a tea place. Let's get tea. We'll get another ticket if we do. Come on, Germany."

It was obvious where England was now. All the other countries must have decided to advertise their goods and services in Germany. He was going to have to give them all a serious talking to later. They should've at least asked him first.

Italy grabbed his friend and dragged him away. China and France felt their mission was accomplished.