So yeah. Here you guys go. Hetalia belongs to Hima-papa. I wish I got it up sooner but writer's block is a bitch.

"Here's a good place to start!" Veneziano said while looking at the directory of the giant mall. Romano looked to where his brother was pointing to, a store that was on the second level. He didn't recognize the store name (must of been an American only store) but it didn't look too bad.

"Are you nuts? That's a girl's store!" America exclaimed between slurps of his milkshake. Romano glared at him for being so rude

"What did I just say about your slurping?" Romano growled at him. America's eyes rolled and went back to silently sipping his drink.

'Shouldn't have gotten him that fucking shake.'

He thought to himself. 'But Romano, I'm thirsty, I'll even pay for it myself' he remembered America begging. Romano just had to let him go and get it, knowing he could be easily bored during this whole ordeal.

"What about this one?" Veneziano said again, pointing to another store on the floor they were on. "That's a men's store right?" he asked America, who was looking out in space.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, that's good I guess." He said absent mindedly.

"Alright, let's go check it out." Veneziano said with excitement, taking both his brother's hand and America's hand and going in the opposite direction they needed to go.

"Uh, Ita-I mean Feliciano. The store you want is the other way." America corrected him. He stopped and laughed, turning around and dragging them the other way.

"Uh, Roma-I mean Lovino, are you sure this won't take too long? I still have some paper work to do back at my place." America asked as Veneziano dragged them to the store, past the many young teens that were just hanging about, laughing and talking. Carefree and completely oblivious to their surroundings.

"Don't worry Alfred; we'll be here two hours top. Then tomorrow we'll do some of the real good shopping before and after the meeting." Romano said trying to avoid hitting into some giggling American girl or some stupid American boy.

'Stupid Veneziano'

He thought to himself as they approached the store.

"Here it is" Veneziano said with a smile. Romano scoffed at the store. It strangely was what they were looking for. He could see a few decent suits inside of the store. Not a bad place to start, it also reminded him that America needed a new suit, to replace the one that was torn.

"It'll have to do for now" Romano scoffed. With Veneziano ve-ing in excitement, he pulled the two into the store, with some piano score playing, not one that he recognized. Romano looked around for a store clerk to help them with America, hopefully a female clerk. Just his luck, a young, pretty woman with a smile on her face and eagerness in her brown eyes approached them. He could see that she was flushed as well.

"Hello gentlemen and welcome. My name is Brenda and if you need anything just let me know." She smiled as she spoke. Romano's eyes lit up and fixed himself as he walked up to her.

"Why hello Brenda, very nice to meet such a nice and pretty young girl like yourself." Romano cooed at her. She giggled at in response and her cheeks flushed. Romano smiled a charming smile at her, before gently taking her hand and looking into her eyes. "We could use your help, you see my friend here" He motioned to America. "Is in need of a new suit, the one he had before just wasn't meant for him, and seeing that you are obviously a smart and helpful young lady, I was hoping that you could help him in his time of need." Romano's voice was low and soft as he talked to the girl, whose eyes widen as he talked to her, her face light up and he smile became wide and awe-struck.

"Well...I can see what I do...Mister?"

"How rude of me. My name is Lovino Vargas" Romano told the woman his (fake) human name, he pointed to his brother. "This is my brother, Feliciano" Venzeciano smiled at the Brenda, who giggled in response. Finally, he gestured at America, who also gave a nod to her. "And this, my dear, is Alfred Jones, who is in need of your assistance." He told her. She nodded understanding, examining him head to toe.

"Okay, I see. Come with me Mr. Jones." She said, taking her hand away from Romano's and waved for America to follow her.

"Call me Alfred. Mr. Jones is my father." America lied, like he had a dad (unless you count that Washington guy he talked about sometimes)

"O-Okay. Alfred, just come with me." Brenda said, with a shaky tone. Romano and Veneziano followed behind them as she gathered some suits to try on. Romano smiled as the girl took some time to grab some pretty decent suits that could fit him better than that other one.

"Now, do you know your pant size, Alfred?" She asked him. America shrugged.

"I'm not sure, I just picked whatever fit." America answered her. Making Romano roll his eyes while the girl blinked in disbelief.

"Well we can't have that. Now come with me so I figure your measurements." She said, motioning them to follow her. America huffed and followed. Romano did as well, leaving Veneziano behind, who was preoccupied by some ties. They followed her to the back of the store where most of the dressing rooms were.

She told them to wait right where they were and went through the door that had 'Employee's only' sign on it. America swayed forward and back while Romano looked around his surroundings. He noticed a few other girls behind the counter who were giggling and talking. He also noticed that Veneziano was flirting with another worker, a strawberry blonde, who seem all too receptive of his advances.

Romano rolled his eyes and heard America was humming something. It didn't sound familiar to him, but it didn't sound like one of America's pop songs. Every once in a while he would quietly sing a line from the song before humming the rest. He must be bored.

"Into the woods we go now..." he quietly sang.

"What's the song?" Romano asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hmm? Oh, it's a song from a musical I like." America answered, before going back to humming it.

"You like musicals?" Romano questioned. He didn't know America was into that kind of stuff. He always thought America was all about explosions, guns, action, and other things that didn't have anything to do with singing and dancing. "What's that song your singing?" He asked suddenly. Just out of pure curiosity.

"Oh it's from "Into the Woods" One of my faves. Right up there with "Wicked" and "Phantom of the Opera." America answered with strange enthusiasm.

"Really now?" Romano raised a brow.

"Yeah, do you have any favourites?" He asked Romano. Romano just shook his head no. "That's too bad. You know, I could take you to see one! Broadway has a bunch of good ones playing and I can get us tickets to any one you want to see!" America said with a smile so bright and eyes so wide with anticipation. Romano's face flushed and looked away, now he couldn't say no.

"Al-Alright. Bu-But after the meeting is over and I get you looking decent, then...may-maybe." Romano struggled to say. He was suddenly pulled into a hug with America; it was so sudden that he didn't know how to react.

"Yay! It's going to be fun, you'll see Romano." America said before releasing him from his hug. Romano's face redder than ever.

"Okay then, let's get your measurement, Alfred!" Brenda said tapping him on the shoulders to gain his attention. America turned around and was quickly taken away from Romano to a three sided mirror. She told him to hold still as she began wrapping the measuring tape around his waist. Romano just stood there, watching as she examined every inch of America, taking lingering looks at his chest and his...lower regions, with lustful interest.

America on the other hand, didn't seem to notice her looks, only just staring off and looking around him, while she worked.

"Okay, you seem to be about a size 36 or so, now let's pick you a nice suit." She said cheerfully. Leading America away to find some suits that fit him. Romano followed closely; to make sure that the girl didn't flirt with Ameri...pick the wrong colour. Why should he care if she flirted with him? What did he care for anyway? America wasn't even responding, never noticing the way she looked at him, the way she talked to him. Nothing. It's like the guy was completely oblivious to everything around him.

"RoLovino! Look at this!" His brother called to him. Romano looked to see Veneziano holding a nice looking grey blazer, but it seemed a little small for America and more suited for Veneziano.

"What did I tell you? We're here for Alfred, not you." Romano huffed, walking over to where he stood.

"I know, but I wanted to show you how nice it was." Veneziano said with his dimwitted smile. Even though Romano hated to admit it, it would of looked nice on him. Veneziano sighed and put it back on its hanger.

"How about this one Brenda?" he heard America say, he glanced over to see him holding an ugly looking blazer.

"No, no, no. What are you doing Alfred?" Romano said, while Veneziano just stood there watching. "Are you colour blind or something? You'll look horrible in this!" Romano took the blazer from him and gave him another blazer, a nice light brown one.

"Here's something." He said to himself. America tilted his head to the side while Brenda nodded and took the blazer to add the three other suits she had picked out.

"Nice choice, Mr. Vargas." She complimented him. Romano gave her a charmed smile, making her giggle in response.

"Alright, let's have you try them on!" Brenda smiled dragging him to the dressing room. Romano waited a while and watched as Brenda walked out to rooms with a smile on her face and met with the strawberry blond who was flirting with Veneziano earlier, the two giggled and whispered to each other. Romano snuck over a little to hear what they were saying, but stopped at the tie rack, to stay far enough away so he could hear them, but not look like he was obviously ease dropping.

"Oh my God, he's so cute!" Brenda quietly said. "Did you see the way he was looking at me?"

"Yeah, and his Italian friends aren't so bad either." the strawberry blond said.

"I know, the little red head is so cute. Feliciano I think his name is." Brenda said, making a quick look at Veneziano, who was busy checking out some waist coats.

"Yeah He sure is. You think I have a shot?" Martha asked

"With who? One of the Italians or Alfred?"

"Any of them, they're all so cute"

Romano just smirked as the girls continued to swoon over America, and Veneziano. He did feel a little left out that he didn't get mentioned. They talked more about Veneziano and America more than him, not that he cared. It did seem a little jarring though.

"Psst, Romano." he heard his name and looked up. "Romano! Come here."

Romano looked to see America peeking out of the dressing room; he looked at the girls, who were still whispering to each other, and to his brother, who was busy admiring a green tie. He sighed and quietly walked over to America.

"What is it?" he asked the nation.

"Um...How do I look?" America asked. He opened the door more to show Romano, who just sighed. He was close, the tie was crooked and didn't seem to match the shirt he was currently wearing, and he also didn't have any pants on. Though the blazer did look nice on him, he still looked like he didn't know what he was doing.

"Move over, I'm coming in." Romano demanded, pushing America aside for more room. He untied the tie and put it aside he took a quick look at the blue shirt with a dark blue tie to match it. It really brought out his eyes.

"There we go that's much better." Romano commented. Handing him the shirt and tie Romano turned and looked at the other choices of blazers. However, the room was small and there wasn't much room to maneuver in, having to even pick up the blazer that was hanging was a bit of trouble, with America behind him and taking up most of the space. Romano ended up elbowing him by accident.

"Hey, will you watch it." America said trying to avoid getting too close to Romano. Romano found a light grey blazer for America to try and attempted to turn around to face him, but with America moving to avoid him made it a little harder for him. Always bumbling into the American and accidently elbowing him more times than he wanted.

"Will you hold still?" Romano growled at him, trying not to touch America again. Romano managed to finally to maneuver his way to face America without so much as touching him, finally having America stay still. Romano didn't even notice how close he had gotten, until he felt America's breath on him. He looked up to him and flushed. America's eyes were reflecting pure innocence, something he didn't see in most other nations. He also saw that America's face begin to flush a little, realizing too how close they were and looked away.

"Uh...Maybe...you'd like to move away a little." America said in a breathless voice. Romano did as he was told and moved back. Enough room for him to give America the grey blazer and the blue shirt and tie from before.

"Put it on." Romano said quickly as America did as he was told. He took off the blazer that he was currently wearing and hung it up behind him. Putting on the grey blazer and holding up the blue shirt. Romano imagined America in it. The blazer was a much better fit, showing America had a much broader build than most people would believe. But the blue shirt didn't seem to go with it. Maybe a white shirt would do. Though the blue shirt looked really good on him.

"Hold on I'll be right back." Romano said before exiting the room. Opening the door, he found Brenda right there, blushing and a bit stammer.

"I-I-I wa-was just...Uh...coming to see how Alfred was doing." She managed to say.

"He's fine." Romano smiled at her. Thinking that maybe she was trying to sneak a peek at Alfred undressing. She just nodded and quickly walked away. Romano watched her go back to her friend.

He shook his head and chuckled, American women were so odd, but were also really good to look at. He scanned the store for his brother, hoping to see if he would help him with finding a white shirt. But looking around he found that he couldn't see Veneziano anywhere.

'Where did he go?'

Romano thought. He groaned at the idea that now he had to go look for him. He pulled out his phone in an attempt to call his brother. After a few rings, Veneziano told him to leave a message after the tone. Romano shut off the phone, frustrated.

"Romano, how is this?" America whispered behind him. Romano turned around to see America, who was wearing a grey blazer and matching pants. He had with him white shirt and red and white tie. Romano's eyes widen at America in the ensemble. He looked great. It made him look, sophisticated, smart, and suave. Much better than that other suit America wore.

"It looks great, no come on. Take that off and I'll buy it for you." Romano said.

"You sound like you're in a hurry." America observed. Closing the door behind him.

"Just hurry up you idiot." Romano leaned against the door waiting for him

"Uh, say Romano...Which one of these suits do you want me to buy?" America asked him through the door.

"The brown blazer with the black pants and the blue shirt and tie. Plus what you had on before, with the white shirt and red tie." Romano said quickly, trying to hurry him up. He could hear America mumble to himself a little, most likely trying to remember what Romano said.

"Are you almost done in there?" Romano asked angrily, about ready to go in there and drag him out. Clothes or no clothes.

"Just about." America said. Romano could hear the shuffling of clothing and America moving around looking for his things, before finally opening the door. The half nation fell back a bit before catching his balance and strighning himself out and making sure no-one saw him almost fall.

"Alright let's go. We need to find Veneziano." Romano said to him in an angry tone, looking at the suits to make sure it was what he wanted.

"Why? Where did he go?" America asked.

"How the fuck should I know?" Romano said. He dragged America out of the changing room area and went straight to the cashier. Who happened to be talking to a (for some reason) disappointed Brenda. "Now come on. Let's but your shit and go."

"You helped me pick out this shit." America said, chuckling a little. Romano said nothing and placed the two outfits on the counter for the woman to check out. She took the tags and scanned each item. She then punched in a few numbers into the cash register; All the while Romano noticed that Brenda was looking at him funny, like she caught him killing a man. Her eyes also seemed to switch back and forth between America and him. He wasn't really sure why she was looking at him like that. Maybe it was something he said or did. He just couldn't place it though.

"Will that be all sir?" She asked him, sounding a bit giddy.

"Yes." Romano said bluntly, trying to hurry up so he could go and find Veneziano. She told him the price and Romano gave her his card. The purchase made and the two suits together and neatly put in a bag, Romano grabbed the bag and America's hand and rushed for the exit. He heard someone say 'Told you' behind him but ignored it. Only now focused on looking for Veneziano, wherever he was.

"Where do you think he would of gone?" America asked, being pulled along by Romano.

"I don't know! If I did, we wouldn't have to be looking for him now would we?" Romano snapped back at America, who just chuckled in response

"What's so funny bastard?" Romano stopped and turned to face him.

"Nothing's funny. It's just, I kind of like seeing you so worried about him." America said a little sheepishly. Romano was a bit surprised about what America said. "I mean, when I see you two together. Your always yelling at him and making fun of him. It's just... seeing you so worried about him is kind of... Refreshing." Romano stood there, a little flustered about what America said. He had never heard anyone say anything like that to him. Like he was trying to compliment him, but couldn't quite get the words out.

"It's nice to know you care about him that's all." America manage to finish, walking past him. Romano scoffed, not realizing that his face was flushed. He began following America, trying to understand the meaning behind what America said. He was happy to see him worried about his idiot brother? Who's happy about that? Of course he would be worried about his brother, even if he did drive him nuts sometimes. Why wouldn't he be worried about his own brother? Did it come off like he didn't? And why the hell was this worrying him so bad? It shouldn't matter. He should just keep his focus on finding Veneziano.

"Do you have any idea where he would go?" America asked, after about a few minutes of looking in every nearby store and trying his cellphone for the fifth time.

"No damnit. And stop asking me that!" Romano yelled at him as he dialed the number again. Still getting only voice mail.

"Damnit where is he? I knew I shouldn't have brought him along. He's useless." Romano grumbled to himself. He looked up from his phone to see that America was also gone.

'Goddamnit! Where did he go?"

He thought to himself, looking for America. He felt frustrated now that he had to look for two idiots. Luckily he spotted him kneeling down to a small child, who looked about six years old. He walked over to see why America was talking to the small child.

"I-I don't know where she is! I want my mommy!" The child cried, his hand clinging to America's bomber sleeve.

"Now don't worry. As the hero, I promise you that we're going to find your mommy." America proclaimed. Romano face palmed, not wanting to help a child when Veneziano was out there getting into some trouble. However, when he saw the child's teary eyes suddenly widen with admiration for America, he softened a bit.

"Yo-You're a hero? Li-Like Superman?" The boy asked, amazed at America's claim.

"Almost, but I'm pretty close to it." America boasted. Romano rolling his eyes.

"Oh hey Rom...Lovino. There you are. This is Toby; I saw him crying and had to help."

"We don't have time Alfred. We need to find Feliciano." Romano said. Trying not to sound angry in front of the child.

"Bu-But I promised Toby I'd find his mom. I'm a hero! And heroes never break a promise." America said.

"I-I..." Romano looked at the child, standing next to America who was still teary eyed. He was also giving Romano the biggest pair of puppy dog eyes he had ever seen. Romano gulped and bit his lip. Even though this would distract them from finding Veneziano. He couldn't just say 'beat it' to a kid. He sighed and shook his head. "Al-Alright, we'll look for her." Romano grumbled.

America smiled, as did Toby. America knelt back down to talk to Toby.

"Now Toby, where did you last see your mom?" he asked him.

"Um...I saw her at the shoe shop." He pointed to a store right across from them. "Over there, I turn around and...And...And then she's gone." Toby started to sniffle again, about ready to cry.

"Don't worry, we'll find her." America looked up to Lovino and smiled. "Right Rom-Lovino?"

Romano just couldn't say no now. He sighed and nodded his head in agreement. America beamed and stood up. He took the boy's hand and walked him to the store to see if his mom was still there. Romano followed closely behind, watching. He had never thought America was capable of being so...caring. It was almost like he was the Toby's older brother. Keeping him calm, making sure he didn't start to freak out when they didn't see her, and always making sure to tell him things would be okay.

Romano noticed that Toby looked at America with so much admiration. Never in his life had he seen a kid with such wide eyes. He was looking at America like he was actually a hero. Romano smiled a little because of it. He never thought America would actually take the time to help anyone other than himself. Here, like every other nation in the world, he thought America was a selfish bastard. But now with the kid and everything he's doing. It was almost like he wasn't the annoying, loud, obnoxious, selfish, idiotic asshole he had always heard he was.

"Toby! Toby where are you?" A woman cried behind him. America and Romano looked to see a woman looking around frantically for her son. America turned Toby's attention to the woman. He turned around and his face lit up when he saw her and ran up to the woman.

"MOMMY! MOMMY! WE FOUND YOU!" Toby cried. The woman looked to see him and scooped him up in her arms. Holding him like she hadn't seen him in years. America smiled and walked over to them.

"Mommy! This is Alfred and Romlovino. They helped me find you." Toby said, pointing to America and Romano (who winced when he heard what the boy called him. He had to wonder where he got that from.) Toby's mother smiled at America. She put down her son so she could thank America for what he did.

"Thank you so much. I-I didn't know what I would of done if I didn't find him." She said to him. America just smiled at her.

"No problem. It's what I do." America said, giving her a cocky smile. She giggled a little and nodded her head. She was about to take Toby's hand, but not before he ran up to America and gave him a hug.

"Thank you Alfred." Toby said. America hugged the boy back and then let him go back to his mother. Toby waved goodbye to them while America waved back to him before they disappeared into the crowd. Romano looked up at America who was continuing to smile at his good deed. He hadn't seen someone so proud of helping someone out. Especially that kind of pride from someone like America. Okay so being proud was one of his biggest flaws, but not like this. This was 'I-did-a-good-thing' type of pride.

It was a nice feeling that he started feeling. Almost like he was getting it from America in some way. Romano smiled again. Maybe America wasn't so bad as he thought he was.

"That was...uh...really nice of you Alfred." Lovino complimented him. Not really sure what to feel now that they were done.

"Yeah. Can't stand to see any kids cry. It's heartbreaking really. But they always cry over the same things. Broken toy, lost parent, spilling food on themselves, or thinking they're in trouble in some way." America non-chalantly said. It sounded like this wasn't the first time he had done something like this. "It's just of matter of finding out why they're crying and how you can fix it."

"You sap." Romano chuckled. America responded with a chuckle as well.

"Yeah it is a bit cheesy, but it's true." He commented. Romano took a good look at America once more. Just trying to sink in the idea of "Nice Guy" America. This really couldn't be the same guy everyone wanted to kill at this very moment? The same guy who Spain complained about so much? No, it had to be. This had to be a trick. America couldn't really be this "Nice Guy" there was absolutely no way that he was really like this.

America is loud and obnoxious. Just like he is at the meetings, always wanting to be in-charge, always wanting attention. All this? Helping little kids? What kind of game was he playing? This wasn't the America he knew. This couldn't be real.

He suddenly remembered Veneziano was missing at swore internally.

"Come on Alfred. We still have to find Feliciano."

"Al."

"What?" Romano looked at America who was just giving him is signature smile.

"You can call me Al if you want. Alfred is such a stupid name, but it's what they stuck me with it so it's what I have to go with, but I want my friends to call me Al." America explained.

"Um...Okay...Al. Let's go find my idiot brother." Romano scoffed, grabbing America's arm and pulling him along.

"S-So we're friends now?" Romano asked him as they walked around trying to keep an eye out for Veneziano.

"I thought we already were." America answered him. Sounding a little confused.

"I-I...guess. Ye-Yeah...We're friends." Romano gulped. His face turned a bit red. Not really sure what to say.

"Good to know. So maybe after your "makeover" of me is done. We can hang out! I know all these really cool night clubs in the city, and then maybe we can go to some of my favourite art museums. Oh and there ar..."

"Al. Look, that sounds fun. But can we plan all this later? I kind of want to find Veneziano and try and get you a nice pair of shoes." Romano interrupted. Not wanting to hear America make so many promises to him. It all sounded so nice. But who's to say if they would have time to does all that stuff? Not now at least, but somewhere down the line? Then again, broken promises weren't anything new to him. People were always promising him things that they couldn't keep.

"Okay. But really. I want to hang out some time. You're a lot of fun Lovino." America said with a cheerful tone. Lovino blushed at the compliment. America sounded so genuine, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. But only after he got him looking decent. That was the most important thing right now.

It's kinda my head canon that the nation's goverments gave the nations their names. Some got to pick their own while others got assigned theirs. America isn't too fond of his, because it was picked for him. But he lives with it.

I promise next chapter that's they'll find North Italy! Really. I promise