Needless to say, the room was packed with people. I didn't really know when we started talking, and neither did I know when it would end. We talked to young people and old people, people I knew and people I didn't, people with big smiles and people with patronizing frowns, and all the while I had to stand there politley and smile and say "yes, I'm the oldest" or "yes, I am 17 now" or "yes, I completley remember aunt Marge she's the one who I blew into a balloon right". Okay, maybe the last one was an exageration, but you get the message.

Eventually, we had talked to just about everyone. Just about.

Typical. Just when I thought I could relax and maybe have a glass of champagne and pretend to be older than I am, I have to make more conversation.

"Ah! The Beilschmidt's are here!" My Grandpa had said, and then in through the door walked three blondes.

Well, I say three blondes. One of them had white hair (and pink eyes), so he wasn't really blonde... but eh.

Anyways, when the three walked in through the door, I noticed some things. The white haired guy looked like he had never been to a formal meet-up in his life. His tie was hanging loosley around his neck, and he only did it up when they started approaching us, also, his hair looked like he had just gotten out if bed. Nice. Very classy.

On the one hand you had the albino, and then definatley on the other hand, you had the other young one. Well, I say young, but I couldn't really tell. It was like his age was hidden under all of his muscle, which was definatley a noticable feature of him. Besides from the chizzled body, there was his blonde hair that appeared to be pushed back with gel, maybe?

I couldn't really tell that, either, as he had done the miraculous thing of gelling his hair without making it look greasy. Oh, and I guess there was his eyes. If I were a soppy romance writer, I guess I'd say they were sky blue and mesmerizing to me... but I'm not a romance writer. So I'll simply say: his eyes were blue.

The albino and the hulk were interesting enough (please understand the sarcasm here), and the supposed carer of the two looked interesting as well (and here too).

No, no, I'm being harsh. These new characters weren't that bad... they were a change from the aunt Pattys that I never knew I had and the posh buissnessy people I didn't want to know existed. That was good enough for me.

Besides, the hair on that one, though. Maybe he's worth it, maybe it's Maybeline. Someobe call the three bears, Goldilock's is here. Okay, I'm stopping.

"Germania!" Grandpa greeted with open arms.

"Roma." This so called Germania said. So he was close to Grandpa?

"Ah, my appologies, I have not introduced you to my grandkids!" Roma laughed sheepishly, then gestured to me. "My oldest, Lovino."

I shook his hand with the most pleasant smile I could muster.

"And my youngest, Feliciano."

Feliciano did the same, though he seemed more willing... and happy about it. Then again, that could apply to anything with me and Feli.

Germania gestured to the white haired guy, then the taller, blonde one.

"This is Gilbert and Ludwig." He said, and the so called Gilbert piped up.

"Before you say anything, I wanr you to know that I'm the oldest!" He laughed with a rough sounding voice.

I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms. "Seriously?" I replied in my smooth one.

"Hey-" The albino began, but his brother (I assume) cut him off.

"Don't make a scene again." He shot huffily. Okay, this guy wasn't too bad.

"Boys," Grandpa said to us. "I have important buisness to discuss, can you entertain yourselfs?"

While Feliciano said goodbye to the man called Germania, I just nodded silently and moved away from the two adults. As Feliciano followed soon after, I also noticed that the two blondes had moved also and were walking after me.

Seeing this, I immediatley tutted and strode over to where the refreshments were, picking up a sparkling glass of champagne. Feliciano, seeing this, did the same, though I wasn't worried at all. He would probably have a glass or two anyways even if I hadn't done so first.

The two (Germans, I'm assuming) stood next to us, arms folded and eyebrows raised. The white-haired one, Gilbert, looked espescially skeptical.

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Are you... how old are you?" He asked, smirking.

"Tch." I scowled, not answering his question and instead taking another small sip. Of course, I could hold my alcohol. I had done so before and I planned to continue doing so.

"He's seventeen." Feliciano said in a sing song voice.

"Huh." Gilbert mocked, and I just rolled my eyes.

"Then how old are you?" The younger brother, Ludwig, asked Feli.

"I'm fifteen!" Feliciano said happily, taking another small sip. He obviously didn't feel like hiding anything today. "How old are you guys?"

"I'm twenty!" Gilbert exclaimed, obviously happy that he was older than us. Maybe it made him feel more important.

"I'm eighteen." Ludwig said curtly, though he was eyeing the drink Feli was holding warily.

Feliciano obviously followed to where Ludwig's gaze was resting, his hand on the champagne. Though my brother could sometimes be oblivious to the world, apparently he had decided to read the situation right now.

"Are you worried about me?" He asked tentitivley, and Ludwig seemed taken aback.

"I... no, it's just... you know... just be careful..." He stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Honestly, Ludwig, I'll be fine. I've done it before."

"Yes, but it still isn't good for-"

"You are worried about me, Luddy! That's so sweet."

"Ah- wait, Luddy?"

At that moment, I met gazes with Gilbert, and I can honestly say we probably bonded in that one stare. That stare that said, "I'm so sorry that my brother is totally flirting with yours". However, I simply rolled my eyes at Feliciano.

"Lovino!" A voice said as I finished off the champagne and placed it back on the table. I turned to see Grandpa standing near me with a bright smile on his face.

"Yes?" I replied, one eyebrow raised.

"Come with me, I want you to meet a couple more people." He laughed, practically pushing me along beside him.

"Who?" I asked, but my question itself was answered when we reached a very formal and strict looking man who was conversing with a group of other strict looking people.

The man himself was tall like the Beilschmidt's, but he was skinnier and with less muscle. Though Ludwig and Gilbert had light hair, the new guy had dark brown hair with one standing up, and behind his half-moon specticles shone lilac eyes. A small mole was to the right side of his cheek.

"Roderich." Grandpa said, holding out a hand.

The man called Roderich turned his attention to Grandpa, and a small smile crept onto his face, his expression softening slightly.

"Romulous." He smiled, shaking hid hand, then pulling him into a loose hug. "It's always good to see you."

"You too, Roderich. Ah, I'd like you to meet my grandson, Lovino." Roma said, so I held out my hand and shook Roderich's with the most pleasant smile I could muster.

"Pleased to meet you, Roderich." I smiled.

"And you too, Lovino." Roderich said.

I smiled and made conversation with Roderich and the people he was standing with for what seemed like forever. Slowly and steadily, my mind blank and I drifted away from the conversation, staring around the glittering room.

And then I saw him.