Konnichiwa again, minna! I'm here to spread destruction! Anyways, some of you might be wondering why I am updating so quickly. Well, if you didn't read the summary thingy, this fic is something I also wrote on another website, so all this stuff has been rewritten. I will stop updating so quickly at some point, but then you guys are going to be  very disappointed since it will likely take me a few days to a week to update again. Gomen'nasai again minna!

Italy and Germany walked into the large mansion together, Italy wearing a dark blue suit and Germany wearing dark red. They looked like polar opposites walking into the large open space where the party was at. Hungary immediately came over to greet the duo. "Luciano! It's been so long! Where were you? I was so worried!" She said quickly, hugging him tightly. "Ah! Miss Hungary!" He said, almost falling over with the force of her excitement. She quickly let go and wandered toward Germany. "And this must be your friend that Romano was talking about. He doesn't look like an incapable couch potato to me." She murmured. "Well, don't let his looks deceive you." Italy answered. "I will have you know that I get up at least once a year to clean up." Germany answered with a slight smile. "And by then, you'd be drowning in your own filth." Italy answered. "Hey, Luci. There is some aged wine in the basement. I'm sure you know where it is. If you want it, you can have it." Hungary said grabbing his shoulder lightly, her layered pink dress swirling around her ankles to keep up with her movements.

He smiled and walked off without a word to one of the doors. "So what do you want to know?" Hungary asked as soon as he was gone. "What?" Germany asked, confused as to what she was talking about. "What do you want to know about Luciano? I raised him for most of his upbringing, so if you want to ask me something about him, you should ask now." She answered straight to the point. Germany paused for a few moments. "Has Luciano always been so cross with his brother or is this a new thing?" He asked.

"He wasn't always cross with him, but he never liked him either. After I found out that Austria had been hurting poor Luci when he was younger and that France wanted to take Italy away, I made the decision to let him live with Romano and Spain. He didn't like Spain in the slightest, but he put up with it because that was just the type of person he was. He didn't very much like his brother either. He never really got attached to anyone really. But Romano wanted to make him feel as welcome as possible, Flavio was always very nice. He was always worried about Luci's well being, especially after he started doing crazy things like starving himself for no apparent reason. Honestly, Luciano is a great man. It's just that he hasn't gotten over his past. But it's mostly my fault he ended up this way. I was never at home to protect him and I never realized what was happening until it was too late. I don't think he will ever love his brother or anyone for that matter. He's just... broken." Hungary looked towards the door that Italy had left through and saw that it was still open.

"I don't think he's broken. He's just missing something..." Germany trailed off. After a few moments, Hungary noticed that the door was closed again, meaning Italy had finally come back. She spotted him standing near a group of women, casually chatting with them. "You should go with Italy and meet Lilika." She said, pushing him toward the group of women and leaving leaving quickly before Lutz could protest.

"It's fine don't worry!" one of the women said, waving her hands in front of her face. "But I really do hate that I couldn't have at least been there." Italy answered the brunette woman. The woman's long silky brown hair hung down past her waist waving with every movement she made. "Hand me that bottle of wine and we'll be even." She answered. Italy hesitated for a minuscule second before handing it over to her. She easily popped the cork off with one of her long fingernails. She took a few empty glasses from one of the tables nearby and poured the liquid into the glasses evenly, handing the wine to the other ladies that were gathered around and a glass to Italy after the others were served. "It's really not that big a deal. Especially considering that you have probably already been to about a thousand of them already. You can visit him later if you like. It's not like he's going anywhere." She smiled. Luther stepped up from behind Italy, tapping him lightly on the shoulder.

"Do you mind introducing your friends?" He said quietly, glancing at all the women as he did so. "Oh, sure." He answered. "This is Lilika." He gestured toward the woman he had been speaking with. "This is Lilika." He started gesturing around him and rattling off different names, such as Anico, Vicus, and Edaline. Names that seemed quite strange to him, but the Italian had no problem listing off. He ended up with introducing Germany to the group as 'Luther,' which Germany immediately corrected to as his nickname, 'Lutz.' Italy took a sip of the wine Lilika had given him. "So you are the one Luci is living with now?" Lilika asked, receiving an eye roll from Luciano at the nickname. "Ja. He's only been staying with me for about a week now." Germany answered. Lilika eyed him warily. "I see. So you lied to me yet again, Luciano?" She asked, glaring at Italy. Luciano just raised his arms in mock surrender. "It's not like I won't tell you where I was, it's that I can't." Italy answered with a sly smile. "Like hell, you can't." Lilika answered, poking him in the chest roughly.

Some of the other women not desiring conflict, started to swarm around Germany and started asking him questions. "Where are you from, stranger?" One of them asked. He believed she went by the name Vivica. "Germany." He answered quickly. "That's obvious though. You can hear it in his voice. He has a nice thick accent." Once of the other girls answered. "Well, he could have been from Prussia. They have similar accents too." The other girl argued back. "Austrians also have nice German accents." Another girl pointed out. "I don't think they have German accents. They probably just speak the same language." Another girl argued. "Ladies, ladies, there's no need to fight." Italy said, trying to break up the girls that were very close to pulling each others hair and simultaneously escaping Lilika's anger. "Hey Lutz! Are you single?" "Ja. I haven't been with anyone for quite a while actually." He answered as one of the girls latched onto his arm. "How could anyone not want a nice strong man like you?" She asked.

"Maybe because my good looks are too blinding for some people. But you ladies must be used to such beauty. You see even greater beauty whenever you look in the mirror." He flashed a charming smile at them, causing a few of the women to swoon and Luciano to roll his eyes. "Your friend is eccentric." Lilika said to Italy. "You have no idea." Luciano answered as he watched Germany continue to flirt with the other girls. "Too bad your brother couldn't be here. He would have had a nice time chatting up everyone." Lilika glanced at Luciano for a reaction, receiving none. "He couldn't be here. He had issues to deal with at home." Luciano answered with a small smile on his face. "Care to dance?" He asked suddenly, holding out a hand to Lilika. "Why of course I would." Lilika answered almost sarcastically, taking his hand as he led her off to the dance floor.

Meanwhile, quite a few ladies had asked Germany to dance with them, so of course he obliged having a dance with each of them one at a time. The violas, violins, and basses started playing a peppy little folk song at one point, where all the girls in the group dragged Lilika and Luciano over toward the group and linked hands. Quite a few large groups got together, doing the same, and started spinning in a circle, laughing merrily and dancing away the night. Luciano sung along, though he could barely be heard above the other voices in the room.

"Hey hey papa, could I have some wine! Hey hey mama, hey hey mama! I can't forget the taste of the bolognese I ate before! Draw a circle, that's the Earth! Draw a circle, that's the Earth! Draw a circle, that's the Earth!" They sang, everyone then yelling out their own names. Luciano sung 'Italy' in a high pitched tone that was almost indiscernible from the other voices in the room.

"Draw a circle, there's Earth! Looking closely, there's Earth! Maybe it is the Earth?" They sung, getting louder as they went.

"Ah, a fabulous world can be seen with just the swipe of a paintbrush. Let's have a toast with our boots!" They finished the song with many people laughing and talking to each other loudly.

The room was bursting with noise, none of which came from the musicians, who were packing up for the night. Many of the people who were invited would probably stay much longer than the music would. Some would even stay the night. The mansion that Hungary resided in was almost like a hotel, containing more than twenty guest rooms. Luciano and Luther being two of the people that would be spending the night, considering that they lived in a different country while most of the others at the party lived in small cities nearby.

Lilika and all the other girls said goodbye to Luther and Luciano before leaving. Most of the women they had been speaking to lived very close. The mansion was on the outskirts of Vienna, a large grass field surrounding it and on the outskirts of the field, was Mödling. Mödling was a small hilly town with old brick buildings that had been built hundreds of years ago. It was large for tourism, especially when it came to the fading artwork on a few of the buildings. Austria wasn't very famous for it's artwork, but it did have a few artists. One of whom had died almost 200 years ago in Vienna and whom Italy had met and become good friends with when they were both younger. His name was Johann Rottmayr and Lilika was one of his descendants. She had taken a different turn than her great great great great great grandfather and had decided to opened up a bakery in her small town. Her twin brother, Leopoldo however chose to continue with art and started a trade with people from other countries. He would mostly buy artifacts from around the world, show them off, and then sell them for a higher price and painting when he wasn't busy holding up a job.

When Leopoldo had started his multinational business, Italy had been one of the first to pay him to find an artifact. Italy had frequently visited Mödling even though it was very close to where Austria lived with Hungary. He had never liked Austria very much, but the townspeople were very nice to him. Most of them already knew about his semi-immortality. Leopoldo had said multiple times to Luciano that he had never quite found a muse and that when he did, he would finish Johann's work that resided on the bell tower in the middle of the town. Johann had made a painting on the bell tower, he called it his best work, but he never finished it. Johann had gotten out a long rope ladder one day and hung from the top of the tower. He climbed the ladder and painted the tower. His children had come to watch him paint as well as a few other children who were interested in it. And after he had finished the painting, he had told the children tall stories about the painting. And when one of them asked why it was so high up on the tower, Johann answered, "The story isn't finished yet."

Many years after he died, one of his children vowed to finish the painting. His name was Amadeus. Amadeus started painting just below it and when he was finished, there was still room at the bottom of the painting. Someone else asked him about it and Amadeus answered, "I couldn't finish it. The story still hasn't ended."

The room had emptied out, leaving only the three nations and a few others who would be staying over night. Italy had somehow snuck past all the people and gotten himself another bottle of wine. He actually drank alcohol a lot, usually with meals and sometimes he got completely drunk off wine when he wanted to. Especially when there was good aged wine. Hungary immediately snatched the wine away as soon as she caught him with it, scolding him about drinking too much, but he was already a bit tipsy from having drunk half the bottle before she caught him. A few of the others that were still there laughed merrily, being a bit on the tipsy side themselves and joined into the little argument. Luciano looked like a little kid, standing in front of the taller woman swaying a bit and waving his arms slightly at his sides in his drunken state. Germany stepped up behind him, not nearly as drunk and grabbed his arms, trying to get him to stop swaying. Hungary sighed. "Germany, if you could, please take Italy to his room. He knows where it is. He could find it drunk and blinded. I need to show the rest of my guests to their rooms." She quickly scampered away before he could give a definite answer.

"Italy, can you show me where your room is?" Germany asked. Italy nodded, stumbling a bit as he walked forward toward one of the doors. Germany followed him and tried to keep the small Italian steady. Italy was quite obviously a light weight. He hadn't drunken much that night, but he was barely able to walk in a straight line. And the fact that the German could probably pick him up with only one hand. Anyone could, actually. After turning down a few halls and walking past what felt like 100 doors, Italy swung open a door at one side of an intersection. The room was dusty, with blood red curtains that filtered in the moonlight. A small bed sat in the middle of the room against the wall, sheets scattered everywhere, like someone had left in a hurry and hadn't bothered to clean up their mess. A few pairs of children's clothes lay strewn over one of the dressers, while the open closet had newer pairs of clothes that would likely adorn a small teenager. Germany held up one of the small shirts that lay on top of the dresser, holding it up to the light. "Why is there so much children's clothing in here? And dresses?" He asked holding up a small red dress. "Most of it is stuff I used to wear when I lived here. But some of it is from someone else who slept in here a lot." Italy answered, fixing up the sheets and starting to sober up already.

Germany held up another piece of clothing. It was white with golden designs on it and looked like a cloak. "So you had to live in this small room with another child even though there are so many other rooms in this house?" Germany asked, looking through the closet now. "Ah, no. I didn't have to. I just let him sleep in here with me." Italy answered, neatly folding the clothes from the dresser and putting them into little stacks in the drawers. He took his dark coat off and reached around Germany to grab a hanger from the closet and hung the coat up.

Italy glanced at the other clothes in the closet. "Looks like Flavio was here." He mumbled, taking a white shirt from the closet. It seemed like something the fashionable Italian would wear. With an assortment of other accessories of course. There was also a few pairs of women's clothing, things that Hungary would happily wear on any occasion. Along with those things was also a few other pieces of clothing that didn't seem to fit the needs of the people he knew. The room was likely used as a storage space for the clothes of guests while he was away. Luciano took off his dark blue coat and stuck it on a hanger in the closet, then taking off his shoes and small hat and putting them neatly on top of the dresser before sitting on the bed and taking off his pants. Germany sat next to him on the bed and took his shoes off, leaving them messily strewn on the floor. He didn't bother taking anything else off though, being much too tired (and lazy) to anyways. And Luciano was too tired and drunk to remember that Germany had his own room just a door over, but it didn't matter. They were already asleep anyways.