You glanced around the large conference room to examine the countries surrounding you. Some were rather intimidating, while others seemed kind and relaxed. Only a few eyes wandered towards your direction when the door creaked open, but either didn't notice you in your papa's arms or simply didn't care, and went back to whatever they were doing. Romano took his spot next to Spain and Veneziano took his place next to Romano near the head of the table.

"Hola, chica!" Spain cooed as he ruffled your hair.

"Ciao, Uncle Spain..." You murmured, still rather nervous.

"Aw, don't be afraid, ______! They won't hurt you! Well, most of them..." He muttered the last part. It escaped your hearing, but not Romano's, who then smack Spain upside the head.

"Ow! Be nice in front of the chica, Romano!" Spain teased.

"Kesese~ Who's the little frau?" A thickly accented German voice said from behind. Four heads snapped around to face a cocky, red-eyed Prussian.

"Oh, great, one of the freaking potato-eaters..."

"Ciao, Prussia!"

"Hola, Prussia! Como estas?"

"Hi..." You greeted, your shyness taking over you again.

"D'awww, she's so cute! Zhere's no need to be shy, frau! I am zhe awesome Prussia! Vhat's your name?" He smirked at you. You could hear your papa grumbling and cussing under his breath, but he didn't tell you to stay away, you you answered.

"_______..." You said, still slightly afraid. Your timidness only made you that much more adorable, which encouraged the Prussian even more.

"Oh mein gott, you are so cute!" He squealed.

"Shut the hell up you bastard!" Romano yelled back, beginning to get (more) annoyed.

"Aw, c'mon Romano! Zhe awesome me just wants to see zhe little fraulein!"

"Don't worry, Prussia won't do anything!" Spain stood up for his friend and earned a death glare from Romano.

"So, vhat's she doing here? Are you babysitting or somezhing?"

"No, she's mia bambina..."

"Holy crap, vhen did zhat happen!?"

"Shut the fuck up!"

Spain quickly covered your ears while your papa was cussing out Prussia, who was just laughing.

"ZHAT IS ENOUGH!" I booming voice echoed through the conference room, and you hid yourself in Romano's arms out of fear. A burly, blonde-haired man was yelling and lecturing the other countries, while your papa was rubbing your back, trying to calm you down, and sending hateful glances towards him.

"-Now if you haven't noticed zhere's someone new here..." He finished off, looking in your direction. Several other countries followed his gave and set their eyes on you, only making you more nervous. You gave your papa a pleading look, hoping he would give some kind of relief.

"Don't worry, bella, I won't let anyone hurt you..." He whispered comfortingly into your ear.

You nodded your head and shyly turned around to face the dozens of countries all staring at you. A few just muttered here and there, while others went on about how cute you were.

"Hi..." You muttered, although you were sure no one had heard you.

"Hi there sweetie!" A woman with brown, long, wavy hair and forest green eyes approached you. You felt more at ease with the comforting smile she gave you. "My name's Hungary, what's your's?"

"______..." You said a bit louder.

"Don't worry, _______, I won't hurt you. I used to take care of your Uncle Italy, and your papa before Austria gave him to Spain!"

"Really?" The one thing that you questioned about this statement was that she called your uncle "Italy" instead of "Veneziano." Weren't they both Italy?

"S-si..." Romano scowled and blushed at the memory.

"Ve! It's true! Ms. Hungary was-a really nice to me when I lived at Mr. Austria's house!" Veneziano chimed in.

"Yeah, and she was-a the only one besides me that knew you were a boy..." Romano muttered under his breath.

"Do you mind if I hold you, _____?" Hungary asked.

You shyly nodded and held out your arms as clearance for her to pick you up.

"Well, aren't you just adorable?" She cooed.

"Hey! How come she likes you more zhen zhe awesome me!?" Prussia cut in, a bit irritated.

"Shut up!" Hungary glared, making the Prussian flinch back.

"So where did you get this little cutie?" She asked Romano.

"She was in my tomato garden one morning, and she was hungry and sick so..." He trailed off and looked away, but everyone understood what he meant.

After many questions being asked, and people gushing about how adorable you were, you got tired and fell asleep. The meeting continued as usual, with nothing getting done, but no one noticed the Brit eyeing you in the corner of the room.

-_-_-_-_

"Ohonhonhon~! You've been staring at zhe little girl for quite a while, mon ami~" The Frenchman taunted England.

"Shut up you bloody frog! It's not anything perverted like I know you're thinking!" He gave France a death-glare that would make Romano proud.

"Zhen why are you looking so intently~?"

"Because, that's ______!"

"Zhey already said zhat..."

"What I mean is, that she's my territory! She ran away a few weeks ago and I've been looking for her ever since... I hope she hasn't caused too much trouble for them."

"She looks like a little angel though! She would make a wonderful French territory..."

"You wanker!" He yelled and began strangling France.

-_-_-_-_

'Thank god that's finally over...' Romano thought to himself, 'And I didn't even see any of that British bastard...'

He smiled at the sleeping young girl in his arms, and kissed you on the forehead. "I won't let anything happen to you, bella."

"Pardon me, Romano!"

'Fuck!' He cursed to himself upon hearing the Brit speak up from behind him. What was worse was that he was alone in the hallway with only you and England.

"Si?" He turned his head slightly, but refused to turn around. His grip around you tightened slightly, and he was desperately trying to keep his voice from cracking.

"Well, I didn't want to start a scene or anything, but it's just that _____ belongs to me. You see she ran away a few weeks back, and I've been looking for her. I know she's quite the handful, but I hope she hasn't caused you too much trouble..."

"No, she's a little angel..."

"R-really?" The Brit stuttered, a bit shocked that you'd been well-behaved, and also a bit upset that you weren't like that for him,

"Si, now if you don't mind, I-a have to go home..." Romano began walking away and feeling victorious on how brave he's just been.

"Wait, you can't just leave! You have to give her back!"

"And why-a the hell would I do that!?" Romano snapped and turned around, now fully facing the Brit, "She's-a mia bambina, not your's! She doesn't want to go back with you! And she's not anyone's territory, she's her own fucking country!"

England flinched slightly upon hearing his outburst, considering that the Italians were scared of him. His shock wore off fast however, and transformed into a scowl.

"Now look here, I discovered her, and she's part of the UK now! Just give her back and there won't be any trouble!"

Romano's courage had completely drained and he was shrinking back in fear from the angered Englishman.

"L-look! J-just leave-a her alone!"

"Now listen here, I'm not here to cause any trouble-"

"But that's exactly what your doing, mi amigo." Both countries turned to face the Spainiard who'd come to the rescue, with the younger of the cowering Italians hiding behind him.

"Oh great, it's you..." England grumbled.

"Si, now leave mis tomates pequeños alone."

The two glared at each other for a little while before the Brit sighed and walked away, but not before giving a warning; "This isn't the end of this."

"What the fuck took you so long!?" Romano snapped at Spain once England was gone.

"Lo siento, Romano. I was talking with Prussia and France when Ita told me you were in trouble." He smiled and motioned towards Veneziano, who would've glomped his brother if not for him hold you.

"Roma, are you okay!? I-a saw England and I got really worried-"

"Shut up! You're-a gonna wake up, ______!" Romano whispered harshly at his younger brother.

"Eep! S-sorry!" He was about to walk away before Romano put a hand on his shoulder.

"Fratello?" He said, refusing to look his brother in the eye.

"S-si?"

"... Grazie..."

The smile one Veneziano's face returned and he lightly hugged his brother, trying not to wake you up.

-_-_-_-_

Your papa tucked you into bed and kissed your forehead.

"Today was a close call, eh bella?" He whispered, "At least you weren't awake... I-a might not be that strong, but I'll do what I can to protect you... Ti amo, ______."