South here! Okay so remember how I said Silver was gonna appear? Ya well my buddy is in collage so unti

she's back its just me and all of you guys! *cringes* I hate myself for being so late on this update...Forgive me?

Italy grinned leaving the world meeting hall.

"Ve~ finally free!" Chuckling, the auburn headed nation ran a hand along the plain colored walls of the U.N. building.

He frowned. "Always so plainly colored…ve, it could use some color."

"Ja, I agree~ I'm surprised you haven't painted them yet."

Italy scowled slightly before jumping, keeping true to his act. The Italian squeaked ramming himself against the wall. "V-ve! G-germany…! W-what are you doing?"

Surprised amber clashed with cool blue.

"Ve, I though you already left with Prussia?"

Germany hesitantly moved forward, yet still leaving space between the two. "I could say the same to you. Weren't you supposed have been in a cab with Romano by now?"

Italy pouted, a hint of amusement hid behind the other emotions swirling in the amber orbs Germany tried so desperately to figure out. "Fratello left me for big brother Spain…again."

The German dared to take another step forward, heat slowly rising to his cheeks. "Then I guess we're both left to wait for our bruders aren't we?"

Italy widened his eyes in surprise, not believing how bold the blonde before him had grown. "V-ve…I guess s-so..?"

A small shy smile met him. "I heard that there was this good cafe not far from here. W-would you like to come with me?"

Italy smiled, latching onto the surprised German's muscular arm. "Ve, of course!" The petite Italian gave the blonde a pouting look. "Ve, Luddy wouldn't mind if I go get my stuff right~?"

Germany nodded sharply, a red blush dusting his pale cheeks. "Of course Ita…"

Italy's P.O.V

He grinned outwardly but inwardly scowled and wanted to get as far as possible from the man standing next to him.

Damn, did he do one good job. Then again acting came like second nature to him. He was one of those people that would solely become devoted to their part. The person that could keep so well in character that everyone else could be dying around him, a building collapse, and he would still be doing his part .

Everything that was expected from him and more.

In all honesty Italy felt that deep down, maybe the act wasn't just that- an act. It was a part of him in some crazy way just as every other character he's ever played stuck with him.

Maybe it was just the sheer amount of time and effort poured into this ditzy, air-headed, loveable Italian character that made him feel so attached to it.

Maybe it was just another one of the many accumulated faces.

One from the million.

Or maybe he was just losing it altogether.

Sighing he turned his attention back to the mug his hands were wrapped around. Surprisingly the new little café was pretty decent. Of course nothing he or Romano couldn't make better- but definitely an A for effort.

Italy smiled ruefully. Him and Romano- when was the last time he had ever done anything together with his brother?

A couple months ago?

Or was it two years? His memories were starting to become muddled together…of course nothing a couple pills or some nice strong coffee couldn't fix.

"Ve…Germany how often do you do things with Prussia?" Italy raised his head towards the man sitting across the table from him.

Sure people had stared when they had entered together and asked for a table. Then again where had there ever been a time when humans weren't nosy? But the petite Italian hadn't expected to see the large- and alright he would admit it- scary looking German to jump at his voice.

Said German blinked before realizing Italy had spoken to him. "Honestly? "

Italy nodded.

Germany chuckled amused. "I can't get rid of him. Sure it's fun having the idiot around but other times?" The blonde shook his head taking a sip from his own brightly colored mug.

Somewhere in the back of his head a little voice was nagging at him how adorable the big man looked.

Finally a little color creeped into that pale face, besides anger. Even his usually sharp and cold blue eyes softened and sparkled. Italy couldn't help but admiring how Germany kept his suit so wrinkle free. Even he couldn't manage to that himself.

The way it fits him so smoothly~ hugging every one of his muscles…

Angrily Italy shook his head, couldn't help but feeling a slight blush creep onto his face.

Stolto! Stolto! Stolto!He cursed himself silently, ignoring the worried look Germany gave him. It doesn't matter if he can iron! He deserves it just as much has everyone that's going down….e-especially him.

Of course, being the idiot he was he snuck a look at the man he was going to have to eventually kill. Italy winced quickly averting his gaze.

"Italy…"

He still didn't look up.

"Italy, look at me."

Nothing- no response.

"Italy, please."

A strong, calloused pale hand tilted his head up. Italy blinked relatively shocked. Germany had indeed become bolder.

"What's wrong? You know you can count with me….after well, everything we've been through."

Italy smiled softly. That almost would have sounded sweet to the Italian if he didn't want to kill the man, per say. He shook his head. No one could help. But it was definitely a good try on Germany's part.

"Ve…Luddy couldn't help me." He turned those big doe like eyes that made the rest of the world melt on Germany. "No one can really."

He paused for a split second before adding. "Expect fratello."

It almost seemed funny how hard Germany seemed to be trying to figure out what he was hinting at. Italy could practically see the wheels turning in the blondes head.

Germany furrowed his brows, by now his hand already returning to his mug. "What do you mean Feli?"

Don't call me that. He reprimanded in his head. A sad smile adorned his face. "Fratello never has time for me anymore. He's always busy, and when he's not he wants a 'break.' "

He stared back down at his coffee. Italy could bet money that it would taste horrid lukewarm. Or just cold in general- which was where the neglected beverage was heading towards.

"He's always doing work, or with our boss, or with big brother Spagna. Every now and then he goes to visit the family. I asked him if we were going to Grandpa Rome's grave when I was younger but he'd only scoff telling me the big idiot was dead- what was the point anyways?"

He laughed softly, not completely sure as to why he was telling Germany this but regardless he kept talking.

"He said that the only thing close to Nono was our capitol, Rome. Even then it wasn't the same Rome-she a girl, not a boy like Nono. Don't get me wrong! Ve she's nice too but not like…Nono. I figured out who his 'family' was real quick though. They only barely respect me because I'm fratello's, well, fratello. Me and fratello though…he doesn't care about me like when we were just bambini piccoli."

"Danke..."

Italy quickly raised his head. "Ve?"

The blonde nodded slowly, his mouth set in a straight line. Nothing about his face gave Italy a little insight as to what he was thinking. He might as well have been trying to read the wall's expression for all he was getting out of it.

"Ja, Danke. It must have been hard for you to tell me this, "

Not really...not as much as you think surprisingly.

"..and I respect that. But you aren't always alone Feli. You know that right?"

Italy was half expecting for the man to pull an 'especially me' on him but surprisingly he didn't. This confused him.

It confused him a lot actually.

Hadn't this been the guy that everyone could tell had an immense crush on him? The one that blushed like crazy whenever he had gone along with his act and had to be affectionate?

So why was he being calm?

Italy moved his gaze behind the man where a clock ticked forever. Its hands telling time, slowly and steadily moving. And it was telling that if he didn't start moving his ride would leave without him.

Italy squeaked in surprise, easily falling into the little ditzy Italian act. Hastily he started reaching for his wallet to pay for the cups of coffee.

Germany meanwhile watched him quietly but with high interest. "Just go Feli. I got it."

He froze.

Faltering Italy half stood, half sat.

He frowned. "Ve, are you sure?"

Germany nodded. "Of course. Now just go before Romano yells at you." A small rare smile graced the usually stoic nation's lips.

A small fuzzy feeling creeped up and wrapped itself around the Italian's heart. He gave an air kiss in return while running out of the café, suit jacket thrown over his shoulder. "Ve, Grazie~! Grazie milli Luddy!"

The German man chuckled softly shaking his head. Slowly he raised the cooling coffee to his mouth. His own heart warming up to the rushed words. Indeed he had fallen for the ditzy nation.

Too bad he had fallen for an act…

"Fratello?"

"Uh-huh that's nice Vereziano."

"I-I need to tell you something…"

"Dammit can't you see I'm not hungry?!"

"Fratello…."

"Si, si I'll take the bruschetta."

Italy shot his brother an unamused glance that was totally wasted on the southern Italian. Words could never express how irritated he grew whenever Romano ignored him.

Said Italian brother was totally immerged in his own cell phone. Right now Italy could say anything and his brother wouldn't even realize what he was saying.

Grinning he nudged his brother's foot with his own. "Ve, my hair's on fire."

"You know I like them with extra tomatoes."

"And the car will crash and burn."

"Ya butter's nice with it."

Italy pouted turning his attention to the world rushing past him on the outside. Once again he was ignored by his fratellone. Not like it was anything new to him.

Buzz! Buzz!

Buzz! Buzz!

Surprised the little Italian reached for the phone buzzing in his pocket. For once he was the one receiving a message. A grin spread onto his face as he tapped the green app on his screen.

2 New MSGs

Scratch that. Make it two.

Italy quickly opened them up. Apparently the first was from Germany and the second was from Canada.

The little Italian wasn't feeling so mushy so he tapped the one from Canada on his iPhone.

From: Canada

To: Me

Everything has been taken care of Signore. They are being watched. But they're catching on pretty quick. We need to be extra careful.

His grin quickly faded away. This wasn't good. It was simply much too early for anyone to catch on. Italy quickly wrote back.

To: Canada

From: Me

Then don't get caught.

His phone buzzed in his hands almost immediately.

From: Canada

To: Me

I don't plan to Signore.

Italy grinned. He had made the right decision in picking the Canadian. Then again the job he had given him wasn't much. It was pretty impossible to screw it up.

xXxFlashbackxXx

Before he had met up with Germany, the little Italian had plans with Canada since their agreement. Quietly he sat in the chair in his hotel room watching the door. But he was alone in the room he was supposed to share with his brother.

Romano was out with Spain.

Again.

Like always.

Knock…knock…knock.

Slowly he got up from his position to open the door. Canada greeted him with a nervous smile. "H-hello- "

"Get inside!" He hissed. Who knew who could be watching?

The blonde quickly slipped inside after Italy closed the door from behind him. Slowly a smile curved onto his face as he watched the Canadian stand awkwardly in the room.

"Ve, you can sit down you know."

The blonde's face grew slightly red as he sat on the bed, his hands folding neatly in his lap.

"You can talk too; I'm not going to hurt you."

Canada took this as an open invitation to speak up. His eyes burned with anger and amusement. "Heh, doesn't seem that way does it now? I mean you're pretty hell bent on killing everyone in their effing sleep, you recruit me to help you. How do I know I'm home free and you won't do the same to me eh?"

Italy sighed, going back to his chair. "Ve simple. Too many nations would suspect me and everything comes crashing down. Besides you'll be very loyal to me and you won't give me any reasons otherwise, si?"

Every word was laced with an underlying message of 'Do anything against me and you'll disappear forever.'

The blonde nodded slowly. "Ya….I guess so Feli."

Italy frowned. "Oh another thing. You have not gained my respect- nowhere near in fact. We are simply two nations with a common goal."

"So what are you trying to get at eh?"

"What I'm trying to get at," He sneered quickly getting the blonde to shut up. "Is that you must earn my respect. From here on you simply refer to me as Signore, capire?"

Canada stayed quiet.

Italy's sneer deepened. "Capire?"

Slowly the blonde nodded. "Of course…..Signore."

Just being called that made the Italian happy. His sneer dropped quickly. "Good~! Now down to business! A little birdy told me that the little magical weirdoes can figure things out quickly and even can see things ahead of time."

Rolling his eyes he added "Supposedly." after seeing Canada frown.

"Now this is where you start to prove yourself."

The Canadian nodded with rapt attention to the whole plan. And if the blonde had to say anything, it honestly was full proof. "Understood Signore. I'll be leaving immediately."

Italy turned from the window, hands folded behind his back, as he faced his new subordinate. "You head out now. I want to know their routine. When they sleep, who they talk to, where they go, why they do it, how they do it. Everything they do down to the last detail. What cereal they have for breakfast if you have to do you understand me?"

He was met with a sharp nod a and a "Yes Signore."

Italy smiled turning back to the window. The blonde figure with slicked back hair was still standing at the light post outside the building. How cute.

"Oh and one more thing. Why don't you plant this in their homes upon arrival? I can assure you it will be very helpful, Ve~"

Canada barely caught the device. Arching a brow he inspected it in his hands. The machine was no bigger than a tangerine with plenty of buttons to make his head spin. Before he could ask what it was the 'Signore' answered.

"I assume you figured it was a recording device? You just plant it and press the small orange button; it does the rest for you. The latest technology that I took the liberty of borrowing from my good friend Japan. Don't fail me. I expect a report by no later than tomorrow- maybe sooner. Ciao Canadia~!"

With that the Italian grabbed his wallet from the table next to him and walked out the door. Sure the Northern American wasn't any Mafioso but he trusted that the blonde could at least do this small task. Italy paused for a split second before he fully closed the door. "Lucky for you, we still have that deal from before going into play. So if I were you Ve, I would start thinking about what you really want to know."

For real this time the door shut closed.

xXxEnd FlashbackxXx

The Italian hummed.

To: Canada

From: Me

Spoken like a good solider. What do you have to report?

Again the reply was instantaneously.

From: Canada

To: Me

It's best if we discuss in person. I'll meet you at the family owned deli two blocks from your home?

Italy blinked at taken back at how fast and business like the Canadian was. As much as he wanted to know what was going on, phone calls could be easily tapped. The texts were already dangerous enough. Italy made a mental note to erase them. It seemed that in person was the only way to go.

To: Canada

From: Me

See you in half an hour. Ciao.

From: Canada

To: Me

Ciao Signore

The Italian smiled holding the phone with both hands. "And so it begins...Ve~ I hope America is still up to playing Hero~!"

Thankfully the car wasn't that far from where Canada had mentioned. Only twenty-five minutes stood between him and his answers.