Germany led me into his little car. A VW Beetle, what else? He tossed my bags in the trunk and held the door open for me so I could sit on the passenger's side. He was being...kind to me? Why? We barely knew each other!

I was in deep thought when he started the car. Strange sounding German pop and rock songs started playing.

This was the most awkward car ride I've ever been in. Just Germany and I sitting next to each other, not looking at each other, listening to songs about something the Germans call 'Liebe'. I don't know what it means, but they seem to love writing songs about it.

Germany was humming along to some of the songs as he drove, but his eyes were glued to the road. I looked at my hands on my lap, slightly nervous without my trusty knife. I looked back up at Germany, who couldn't look more concentrated and dedicated. I looked down and spoke up.

"Germany, what does 'Liebe' mean?"

He just chuckled and drove on. "Love. It's normal to write a lot of songs about it."

Germany's saying that fact like I'm an idiot. There's such thing as love songs in my country too, you potato-lover. Before I was able to say something, Germany stopped the car.

"What are we doing in front of your house?" I asked.

"This is no longer just my house...It is now also the Axis headquarters." he then mumbled something about Prussia using the money for building the actual headquarters to buy beer.

I just nodded, confused to why Germany, or simply anyone would want me in their house when I'm still so ugly.

"Ah, Germany-san, welcome home." Japan greeted him at the front door, bowing slightly with a welcoming smile.

I glared at him with the coldest stare imaginable, making Japan automatically feel uncomfortable, so he backed away.

"GERMANY~!" Italy came running down the stairs.

"S-Slow down, Italy-kun!" yelled Japan.

Italy ended up slowing down, most likely not because of Japan's commands, but because of me. My suspicion was confirmed when he ran up the stairs, screaming. Telling Germany to get the 'scary lady' out of their house. Idiots...Why did Germany bring me here?

Germany sighed in annoyance. "Japan, can you go check on Italy and tell him to behave?"

"Hai." said Japan before dashing up the stairs to Italy's room.

Germany looked back at me. "I'm very sorry, Nata-"

"Call me Belarus." I looked away from him.

He sighed. "The reason I brought you here is to train with you. I want you to get your mind off of your siblings and start doing things on your own. You are a strong girl." He smiled at me slightly and put his hand on my shoulder.

I glared over at him. Why did he care? Was he paid by brother? I swatted his hand from my shoulder and crossed my arms.

"We will start immediately." said Germany, now in a stricter tone.