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Ryder left the bar, having followed the fight in his mind. He huffed, frowning at the other's silly squabbles.

He walked out of the bar looking around in annoyance. They had ruined his plans... now he had to re-think everything... and where had that Angel girl gone? He had a couple of questions for her.

England gave a low whistle which was immediately intercepted by Astro's keen ears, calling the robot back to his side. The dusty blond nation shook his head and allowed Astro to crawl up his arm and sit on his shoulder, then turned his gaze up to Russia.

"Find the little wench," he spoke, "and make her squeal."

"The pirate in you is no good!" Astro snapped. He turned his soft gaze to China and shook his head. "England won't kill her, honest! He's harmless without a gun!"

The Soviet tensed a little, his dark purple eyes following England carefully, though his smile all but faded. "England has not the heart to return to his pirate days," he said softly before switching his gaze to the faraway tree where Fang and Angel rest.

"I feel sorry for him, Aru," China growled with his fiery gaze set upon Angel.

"Dammit! Watch where you're dropping those leaves!" an irritated figure sat beneath the tree where Fang was perched. Romano Vargas, holding a tomato in his left hand, got to his feet and made a gesture as if he were threatening to hurl it up at them.

England seemed to relax at the sight of Romano. "Southern Italy is here...? How odd..." his vivid eyes were wide with curiosity. Astro leaned over England's head to look down at the smaller nation, then looked down into the former pirate's hair.

"There's a Southern Italy?"

"Yes," England spoke back in a matter-of-fact tone. "But it's not recognized in the history books very much. Heeeeey, Romano!" the dusty-blond nation called, raising his right hand and giving a small wave.

"Eh?" The Italian boy turned toward the sound of his name being called, but when his eyes locked on the blond man's visage, his face fell a bit.

"Ah, big brother England... dammit." He muttered under his breath. With a slight skip in his step, he made way toward the grouping of nations, his fingers delicately clasped around the red fruit in his hand. Italy, like his brother, had brown hair, though it was more of a chocolate brown. His eyes were a shade of green much like England's with the stern look to match. He was quite different from his brother apart from one fact - he and his brother were useless.

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England smiled faintly and lowered his hand; Romano always reminded him of the child he'd raised so long ago, the nation everyone referred to as 'America'. He gave a quiet sigh and shook his head, allowing his eyes to fall shut; none of the other nations could see the pain in his eyes.

"So who is North Italy?" Astro called to Romano. "I had no clue there were two of you!"

"I'm South Italy, dammit! My stupid little brother is North Italy," Romano said as-a-matter-of-factly. More than anything, Romano hated being compared to his brother. Sure, it was an insult enough based off of his brother's physical - and mental - capability, but his brother was far more superior at art, making him Grandpa Rome's favorite.

Ivan's attention shifted to the blonde western nation in the back. With a few long paces, he managed to reach his side.

"England?"

England seemed startled by Russia; he jumped slightly when the taller nation spoke. "Ah--Russia," he gave a lopsided smile and turned to face the Soviet, making no attempt to hide his reddening cheeks. "I was only thinking. Everything's alright, really..."

Astro was now perched upon Romano's right shoulder, balancing upon it with one of his feet. "Of course you are~!" he chirped. "There's nothing wrong with you at all!"

"You've always been a terrible liar, Britanii," the Slavic nation gave the blonde a smile as he spoke. "What were you thinking about, hm?"

"Of course there's nothing wrong with me, dammit!" The Italian barked at Astro, though he didn't seem bothered with the robot's occupying of his shoulder.