walking home from work. He's so preoccupied with his thoughts that he doesn't notice her until he nearly walks into her.

skipped right into him and falls onto her butt with a squeak. "A-Ah! I am so---A-AHHH!" She couldn't help the scream when she saw the _

taller, scary man. "I-I am terribly sorry! I have relatives in Rome! S-So don't hurt me please?"

this sounds awfully familiar. He holds out a hand to help her up. "It's okay, I won't hurt you. Are you alright?" He asks gruffly.

takes the hand, shaking from fear. She figures she doesn't want to anger him by being disrespectful. "S-Si...I am fine."

helps her up. "Are you sure you're okay?" He wonders what he's supposed to do now. "Do you need help getting home?"

shakes her head. "A-Ah no...I was on my way to my friend's."

shuffles his feet awkwardly. "Well, uh, then I won't keep you." He starts to move away, then turns back. "Oh, by the way, uh, my name_

Ludwig Beilschmidt."

tilts her head, curl bouncing. Beilschmidt...? "Ah! I am Felicita Vargas." She figured she could at least introduce herself.

blinks. Vargas...oh. He sizes her up thoughtfully. "This might be a strange question, but by any chance are you..." what did Giselle say_

_her name was again? "...Chiara's sister?" he asks.

blinks at that before smiling brightly. "Si! You know Chiara?"

"Umm...sort of. So you're Italy then?" He really hopes he's got the right person. "I'm Germany."

nods enthusiastically when he guesses right. "Si, Si! I am...WHAAA? GERMANY!?" T-this guy!? W-Well he was certainly scary enough...

frowns. He wasn't that scary. "It's nice to finally meet you. Italy won't stop talking about you."

expecting someone more girly looking. But he was very...manly. "S-Si, I was curious about you too...!"