Maruakite Chikyuu- Aishite Imasu

Marukaite Chikyuu

"Eh, another recording?" Little Italy looked at the woman in front of him with a confused expression. He had just finished with the recording the first time, and they said that he didn't have to do it anymore. Why the sudden announcement then?

"Oh, it's just something that we want to try out." said the woman in front of him. Italy just became even more confused. He'd have to ask his adult self about this...

"Um... can you tell me what it's about?" Italy asked her. The woman smiled and chuckled.

"You know Holy Roman Empire, right?" Italy nodded ad grinned widely at the mention of his friend.

"Si, he's scary, but he's really sweet too!" he replied.

"You're going to have a recording with him today." The woman answered his question from before. "Follow me," she offered her hand to little Italy, and he took it willingly.

"Yay! Holy Rome will be singing with me! I've heard him sing once, and he sings wonderfully! Austria called it 'wunderbar', but I don't know what that means," Italy said, with one hand trying to adjust the bow tied behind his maid dress. The woman sighed and reached down to his level.

"Okay, turn around and let me help you," she told him, reaching for the white fabric. Italy nods, but then he stares off into space as if in deep thought.

"Will he be alright singing with me? Because I've noticed sometimes that Holy Rome's face turns red when I'm with him, and I bet he's angry! That's what Austria looks like when he's mad so it kind of makes sense..." The young boy in a dress started to worry. The woman couldn't help but laugh. Italy tilted his head in question.

"Eh... What's so funny?"

'Ah, young love. Too bad Italy-chan's too oblivious to notice...' thought the woman, already formulating in her head how it would play out if Italy and Holy Roman Empire did get together in the end. It really is a shame that this woman had no limits when it came to fulfill her shipping needs...

"I'm sorry, but you're not singing with him, exactly." The woman clarified, tugging lightly on the bow.

"Eh? But you said we would be singing together!"

"I did, but it's more like you would be singing along with him. You're not going to be in the same room when you do sing." She said, standing up again and they continue to walk towards the recording room. Italy pouted. So he doesn't get to mess around the equipment with Holy Roma then...

"Does Holy Rome know about this?" Italy asked again. Without hesitation, the woman shook her head. "Why?"

"You'll find out why later Italy."

~*~

"Another one...?" A boy clad in black looked at one of the managers running the place. Without even looking at him, the managers nodded. It was kind of rude, but he was used to these kinds of bosses so he was alright.

"Yeah, but we need you to do it a little faster this time." Short, blunt, and informative answers... yep, just like how his old bosses used to run the place.

Holy Roman Empire huffed and crossed his arms. "Why? You said my first performance was enough," Yeah, sure, the lyrics were a bit too much of his private life, but he had to admit that it was good enough to only sing once. Kind of like a, um... 'one-hit-wonder', as America called it? He still doesn't know what it means though.

"We're doing this for a fan, so you might as well suck it up a bit."

Yeah, it's going to be a long day for Holy Rome.