Chapter 5- SNEAK PEEK

Integra felt a tug at on her sleeve and looked to see Feliciano.

"I'm sorry pretty lady. Father is usually very nice." The knight raised an eyebrow. Did he not hear her when she was explaining of the incident in Badrick?

"Ve~" From his naïve smile, she guessed not.

The Paladin walked a few paces pass Maxwell before he stopped.

"If you excuse me sir, I'm going back to Rome." He looked back smiling causing Maxwell's eyes to widen with a slight sweat.

"I must say this is an excellent Museum. Perhaps next time, you'll allow me to bring some of the children from the orphanage?"

"Of course," Maxwell nervously smiled, "that won't be a problem."

And with that, Anderson walked away muttering, "Next time I swear I will rip him into body pieces."

Maxwell let out a sigh watching his agent walk away until he heard a chuckle from the knight behind him.

"It seems we both have to content with some rather difficult subordinates. " She then smiled mockingly, "Well, are done pig?"

"Oh yes, I am quite done. Now that the violence is out of the way, perhaps you would care to join me in the café garden?" Maxwell replied trying his best to hold his tongue from the insult despite the aura of exasperation that was emitting from him.

Both their assistance gave a sigh in relief as the young priest and knight strolled away to the café. Ronaldo and Walter had the same thought of being too old for this too which the nations must have read their minds.

'You're too old for this?' Arthur, Feliciano, and Lovino thought.

Outside the café, the nations took a seat at one of the tables afar giving Integra and Maxwell their space to discuss important matters.

"So Italy how did you and Romano come to meet Iscariot?" Arthur asked.

"Well, it's quite a funny story ve~"

I feel bad for not updating this story for a long while, so here's a little sneak peek. I promise I'll expand more once I'm done with the editing.