Yeaaaaaaaah, he's new to me but meh. This is dedicated to ElasticAmpersand ! Hope you like this! Sorry it took so long!

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"__________, bella~!" You turned around and saw the peppy Italian a with his grumpy brother. You giggled. "Hello, Feli, Lovi. Looking cute as always." You greet and Feli giggled while his brother groaned. You laugh and sat down on the nearby bench, letting you sit between them.

You three were talking until a snicker came out behind the three of you. "Ah, Feli! Lovi! How come you've never introduced me to this...beautiful lady, hmm?" Feliciano looked back as a big grin plastered on his face. Lovino just groaned loudly at this, muttering curses and complaining slightly.

"Ah! Fratello!" You were confused. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. With curiousness, you turned around and slightly gasp at the sight of another cute Italian! You blush and the two Italians saw this. Feli just simply giggled while Lovi smirked.

"Hey-a, Feli. Aren't we-a supposed to-a help Toni?" Lovino looked at this brother, telling him to say "Yes" while you stare at the new Italian. His brother got the word and grinned. "Oh yes-a," He started but looked at you two.

"But-a first, we-a have to-a introduce ________ to brother." As they introduced you both, well, mainly Feliciano only did, you stared at his tube floaty which made you confused. Lovino saw you staring at it but the man answered first, "Oh, don't worry, I just like this thing." You nodded.

"Well, now you know your names--" NAMES?! Your eyes widened and looked at Feliciano with great confusion. "U-Um what?" Lovino stifled a laugh and you glared at him in the corner of your eyes.

The man rolled his same emerald eyes that he shares with his two brothers and smiles.

"I am Romeo Vargas. Nice to meet you, Bella." With that greet, he kissed the back of your hand and you blushed. Feliciano giggled. "We-a must go now-a. Bye-a, Romeo, _______!!" You nodded and waved goodbye. You looked back and saw the man smirking.

"When have you been friends with my brothers?" He asked, desperately stopping a cough. You noticed this and frowned. "Is something wrong?" You tried not show your concern but it was inevitable. You blush as he looks at you. He chuckles but was cut off by a cough, "S-Sorry, my thro-oat h-hurts." You frown and you look at the two Italians who was helping the Spanish man.

"How about you come in?" You smile and he smiles back. "You haven't answered my question, _________." The way your name rolled off his mouth made you shiver and you blush. "U-Uh, well, let's go now!" You pulled him by the hand as you two walked to the Spanish's house.

"Guest? Oh! Sebo-" Before he could say that, he was head butted on the stomach and he groans, clutching his stomach and he became teary eyed. "I-I mean, R-Romeo..nggh... ow, it's hurts...da-" Yet again, he was cut off but this time, Feliciano pushed him back, smiling innocently.

He groans. You sweatdrop and you hear a raspy laugh from behind. "Well, that's my brothers." Romeo stated with a laugh, you laugh back. "Yeah." You quickly pull him inside the house hearing the whines of the Spaniard man. You look back and saw Lovi lecturing the man.

You gotta ask about what was the Spanish man supposed to-

"Bella?" You were cut off and looked back, muttering a sorry. He nodded as you looked around for the medicine, and of course, letting go of his hand. You blush at the thought. He frowns but let your hand go as you looked around. "Ah hah!" You finally found the medicine and gave him the medicine.

He sighs.

You frowns.

"Is something wrong?" He chuckles. "No, sorry. I-It's getting better, thank you." He flashes a smile which made your heart flutter and made your cheeks go red. You nervously laughed. "I-It's nothing. You're a guest." He winks and you laugh. "Well, yes but I'd never thought I would have a beautiful nurse." You blush but said, "Th-Thank you." He grins.

"No problem, Bella."

"Hey, Romeo...?" He hums and sat beside you...close. Your heart pounded fast as you gulp and look at the floor, got interested with your feet. "Yes?" You asked, "What was Antonio supposed to say?" He tilted his head which you thought was really cute. He processed it and what seemed like hours, he finally spoke out.

"Oh, you mean Seborga?" You were now the one who was confused. "Eh? What do you mean? Why would he call you Seborga? That's a place, right?" He nodded and let out a breathy laugh. "They didn't tell you, did they?"

You pleaded, "Just tell me, please??" He nods and shrugs. "Sure, why not? Well, first off, we're countries. Feliciano is the personification of North Italy, Lovino is the personification of South Italy, Antonio is the personification of Spain and finally, I am the personification of-"

"Seborga." You said first and he blinks, confused as to why you said it first but nodded anyhow. "Well, yes." You sigh. He frowns. "What's wrong? I know this is too much to take in but..." You raise your eyebrow in suspicion. "But what?" You asked and he shrugs again. "But....you didn't seem surprised. Had you figured it out?" He asked and you shrugs this time.

"Um, kind of?" You answered. He smiles and you blush, looking away, attempting to hide the red face of yours. "Surely, they are not well aware of that." He stated and you looked back at him after your blush had come down and saw him smirking. "How about you?" His smirk just got wider as he said a smart-ass reality remark. "We just met what do you think?"

You pout but nodded anyway.

"So, that means your throat doesn't hurt anymore, does it?" This time, he was the one who pouted which made you laugh and your heart skipped. ((Like, DOKI DOKI. LOL.))

"_________-chan~! Nii-san is-a being mean!" A voice called out before Romeo could answer. The two of you looked behind you and saw a frantic Italian running towards you, crying and a guilty-looking Italian behind him chasing him.

You two look at each other and sigh.

"What is it this time?" You two asked in sync. But the time the frantic Italian was close to you two, he started to babble things that only, you think, Romeo understood. Including his brother and the Spaniard.

While the babbling Italian couldn't shut up, you hot sleepy half of the seems-like-lecture of the Italian. The grumpy Italian cuts off everything his brother would say and you started to doze off. Feeling your head landed on something, on someone, you didn't care anymore as your eyes slowly closed.

The last thing you heard was your name being called.

Everything went quiet after you had fallen asleep on Seborga's shoulder. Italy tried to reason again as of to babble but was stopped by Seborga, glaring at him to shut up. Romano didn't notice so he opened his mouth to speak just to meet Seborga's glare directly at him.

Spain laughed. "Wake your sleeping beauty, she didn't help out in the farm." He teased Seborga but nothing of his words affected him to be flustered as he just smirked. "Isn't that wrong for the princess?" He played off, making the Spaniard laugh again. "Alright, alright. But only this time, amigo." Seborga nodded, carefully wrapping his arm around your waist.

"Where's the bedroom?" Their eyes widened which Seborga replied with a roll of his green eyes. "To make her comfortable. Sheesh, be ashamed." Romano glared at him and he just shrugs, grinning smugly. Italy giggles. "Well-a, upstairs on the-a right. You'll-a find it-a, it-a has a name." The three walked away, leaving you in Seborga's arms, carried in bridal style.

By the time he arrived upstairs, he saw names carved on the door. He finally saw yours that tagged with '_________'. He put you on the bed gently and careful not to wake you up. "Now, sleeping beauty, your prince shall not wake you up for a while." He quietly laughs at this.

"Ti amo, ________." Even though you two had just met, he already felt this(?). He sighs and lied back down on your side. "Damn, that's not right." He looks at you and flushes bright red seeing your cute sleeping state. "I'll have to get my mind out of this." He stood up, walking to the door.

"Goodnight, sleeping beauty." With that, he closed the door.