Germany brought some coffee and mashed meat to the coffee table in the living room. Luciano had slept on the couch that night (not really, he just stared at the ceiling the entire night) because he hadn't really had the energy to move and it would probably hurt him worse if he had tried to. So here he was, in the same spot on the couch as he had been the night before, wearing the dress again instead of just a shirt now. It had actually been a lot easier to put on that a pair of pants would have been, since it didn't have to have a death grip on his wounded leg. Lutz had a fluffy white blanket strewn over his shoulders.

Lutz held up a newspaper and started reading it, taking small sips of his coffee and almost completely ignoring the food that he had laid out for himself and Luciano. "Luci?" Germany suddenly spoke up as Italy poked around at the food on his plate. "That's not my name." Luciano answered without looking up. Lutz completely ignored his comment and continued.

"Have you ever heard of the Italian serial killer?" Germany asked without looking at Italy. "Yeah, why?" Luciano glanced at Lutz. "A few years ago, he had started killing people in Italy and writing 'Italia' on walls with their blood. And two years ago, there was a few cases of murders in England as well." Germany continued. Luciano looked at Germany with a small amount of concern in his eyes. "Well, last night there was another murder that was very similar. A man had been walking home drunk nearby and wandered into an alley where he was murdered soon thereafter. Someone stabbed him in the head with a lead pipe and wrote 'Italia' on the wall in his blood. They found the body with the lead pipe sticking out of his head." Lutz said, looking up at Luciano carefully.

Luciano's eyes widened slightly. "Someone was murdered here in Germany?" He asked. "Yes. I found it especially strange considering the war going on here." Lutz mumbled thoughtfully. "Oh, and by the way, there's mail for you." Lutz finished nonchalantly. "You mean bills for you." Luciano answered without moving from his spot on the couch. "No, there's a letter with your name on it." Germany answered.

Luciano glanced down at his leg that was mortally wounded. "Are you going to bring it to me then? Or do you want me to get it myself?" Luciano said, annoyance etched into his voice. Lutz put down his newspaper disappointingly. "You mean you want me to go all the way over there and get it?" Lutz whined. "Oh, I suppose I could get it. Let me just get some pain relieving medicine before I go limping over there with my damaged leg." Luciano answered sarcastically. Lutz gave a short 'fine' before getting up and retrieving the letter and throwing it down onto the coffee table. Luciano leaned forward painfully and snatched the letter off the table. As he read, his face started to gain a look of surprise. He stood up quickly, almost falling onto the coffee table in the process. "What is it?" Luther asked.

"I-I need to go. Something important." He mumbled before Germany successfully settled the Italian nation down. "What is it?" He repeated. "Leopoldo, Lilika's twin brother, found something of mine. I need to go to Austria and get it." Luciano answered. It seemed urgent. Lutz half doubted that Luciano was telling the truth, but he would go along with it. What other kind of ulterior motive could the Italian have in going to Austria. And didn't Hungary say that Luciano hated Austria? True, she may have been talking about the personification, but wouldn't his vision of the personification affect the way he saw the land?

"Where are we going then?" Lutz asked finally. "We ?" Luciano answered. "Yes, we. You aren't going anywhere on a shredded leg." Germany answered, standing up with his arms crossed. "And besides, if you tried to drive all the way there, someone would die because of your reckless driving." Luciano growled. "I am not a bad driver."

"Yeah, sure you aren't. Now lets go." Luther said, turning around and heading for the door. "If you are going to tag along, at least help me get to the car." Luciano said, standing up slowly on his hurt leg as Lutz turned toward him again. Instead of just taking him under the arm and helping him limp to the door though, Lutz picked Luciano up bridal style and quickly went through the door and put him down in the car. "Fucking heavy." He muttered under his breath loud enough for Luciano to hear. "I'm not fucking heavy, you dipshit!" Luciano yelled from the passenger side. "Yeah, sure. Lets just get this puppy running and get out of here." Luther answered, closing the driver side door and starting the car up.

Lutz had brung the white blanket with him. So now, Luther was carrying a dress-clad Italy and wearing a blanket like a cape around his shoulders. He had said that he was 'cold,' but in Austria there wasn't much cold, especially in the summer. They looked like a freakshow that had decided to stop by. They were in a small, hilly town called Mödling in Austria. It was just on the outskirts of Vienna and looked like an ancient civilization with its old buildings and peeling paint. Some of the buildings didn't even have paint. They headed toward the center of town, where their infamous bell tower resided with its art painted on its side. As they passed by, people would wave at them or snicker a bit as they passed. Most of them seemed to be people Luciano knew. He would shout out a 'Hey, Katharina!' or 'Hey, Stefan!' to passerbys. They would usually wave back or say hello, sometimes stopping to talk to the strange people in their hometown. Soon enough, they made it to the bell tower to find Lilika standing by the tower.

She greeted them with a wave and a smile before Luther finally stood in front of her and set Italy on the brick road. "Lose another bet, Luci?" She asked teasingly. "I don't lose bets that often, bitch. And that is still not my name." Luciano answered. "Aww, is little Luci upset that nobody will call him by his full name? Or is it just the fact that you got caught looking at dresses again?" Lilika teased. "I do not do that!" Luciano answered from the ground, where he looked like he was about to double over in pain just from sitting up. "Oh really? Then how come you seem to make a habit out of wearing them? I seem tp remember you talking about a nice young man who actually asked you to wear one once upon a time." Lilika answered, the same teasing tone embedded in her voice. Luciano's face turned bright red, either in embarrassment or pure rage, nobody could tell. "The guy just gave me a few Euros at a bar in Florence. No big deal. And it was certainly nothing like that. And you weren't even fucking alive at the time."

"His name was Leonardo Da Vinci, right? The gay guy you met? Didn't he ask you to dress down for him?" Lilika smiled when it looked like Luciano's face couldn't get any redder. "He did fucking not. He just gave me a few Euros and left. Like I said." Luciano answered sternly. "I'm just joking with you." She grabbed his hand and led him toward the tower, where he could much more easily lean against the brick wall and be in less pain than he was just sitting in the middle of the road. "So where's your idiotic brother?" Luciano asked. "Leopoldo? He just needed to check out on the shop. He can't just be standing outside waiting for you to show up, you know?" She answered, sliding down the wall next to Luciano. "He should be out soon though. He was planning on painting a little bit today anyway. He thought you would be here a lot sooner though. What happened?" Lilika asked.

"This idiot drove." Luciano answered, pointing at Lutz as he sat down next to him. "I guess Germans don't drive as fast or recklessly as you." Lilika summed up. "I'm not a reckless driver. Everyone else just doesn't know how to stay on the right side of the road." Luciano answered. "You're the only one on the wrong side." Lilika answered easily. "That's not-" Luciano started before he was interrupted by the loud sound of supplied clattering to the floor. He turned to see Leopoldo picking up his art supplies from the brick road and hurrying towards them. "Sorry. I was just... Surprised. Here." He held out a piece of leather wrapped around something unseen to Luciano. Italy tentatively opened the leather and gasped quietly. He lifted up a knife from the leather with tears in his eyes.

"Are you sure it's the one? I mean, it's been probably one hundred years since I held it. Wouldn't it have rotted away or something?" Luciano looked up at Leopoldo. "Actually it was probably closer to three hundred years. But there are plenty of types of wood that won't deteriorate quickly. And even so, the wooden parts could easily be replaced to make an exact model of the old version. So it may be all the same materials, but I don't know what type of wood that is yet, so I can't tell." Leopoldo explained. Luciano suddenly lurched forward and hugged Leopoldo, who had been crouching down in front of the personification and fell back as he was tackled to the floor. He quickly got off of him again though and stared at the knife, turning it over in his hands. On one side was engraved "Italia" and on the other was engraved "Santa Roma." There were spots of red and black like as if the knife had been used to stab a deer then thrown into the fire with the deer.

"Three hundred years is a very long time." Luciano said with his head turned down. Germany noticed that Italy was crying over the knife and so he put an arm around his shoulder. Luciano looked at Luther with a smile and a tear streaked face. He immediately wiped the tears and tried to get help standing from Leopoldo. It was already starting to get dark, although they had taken a while getting there too so it was already late.

Germany nudged Leopoldo's shoulder on the way back as Luciano was busy speaking with Lilika. "Hey, what is so important about that knife?" He asked. "Well, when Italy first asked me to go look for it, he had told me that it was his grandfather's before he died. He used to keep it with him all the time, almost one thousand years ago when he gave it to another young boy who died soon after he gave him the knife. He was supposed to bring the knife back to Luci, but never got the chance." He managed to keep a happy glint in his eye, although his face suddenly fell at the recollection of this event. "Luciano used to call him Roma because the child's name was the Holy Rome, which in Italian is Santa Roma. I noticed it was carved onto the knife. One side said 'Italia' and the other, 'Santa Roma.'" Leo continued. Leo quickly picked up the pace, hurrying up to Italy and Lilika, leaving Lutz behind with his thoughts.