Hey Guys! This is the first chapter to one of the two backstories of our OC's. This is Floren's story. Chapters will be posted weekly, so check back soon! Also check out "Gaianama's Discovery", our other OC story. Enjoy!
Romano wandered around his large backyard before deciding to sit down on a bench underneath a large tree with green leaves. It was the middle of summer, and the war was over, so it was time to relax, kick back, and take a nap.
'Too bad Italy wouldn't leave the potato bastard's house.' Romano thought. It would have been fun to have his annoying brother with him, just for old times sake. And at least he would be away from the potato eating Germany.
Romano was just about to doze off when a cracking sound was accompanied by a rain of leaves that fell down on him. He lazily looked up to see a tree branch directly above him, leaning with the weight of something very large. 'Stupid birds,' he thought 'don't they know when a guy wants to sleep? I hate birds who are inconsiderate.'
But wait, where birds really that big? Romano hadn't seen anything that big flying the skies over South Italy EVER. So what was this? He looked up again to see a face peering down at him.
Romano jumped up and nearly slipped and fell. What the hell was this? A person in his tree? Was the bastard spying on him? Romano looked up again to see the face, which was staring stunned at him.
"What are you looking at? And why the hell are you in my tree?" Romano yelled at the person. When the person's light brown eyes started to well up with tears, Romano realized it was a child. What was a CHILD doing in his tree?! And not only was it a child, but the young boy even looked like him, from the shape of his face to the color of his hair (the child's hair was slightly lighter than his) to the color of his eyes (the child's eyes were a very dark brown, though).
What amazed Romano even more was that the young boy had a curl that went to the right side of his head. Just like his own! The child continued crying. He looked to be about three or four. How on earth had the kid been able to get into the tree?
Romano had heard of other countries adopting new ones, and this child was obviously a new country. He decided then and there that he would be the child's older brother.
"Hey, what's your name?" The country shouted to the child in the tree. The small country dried his eyes, and replied in a high pitched voice much like his own when he was young,
"I-I'm East Italy. But I go by Floren," Romano nodded his head. So it was another Italy. Floren. Romano thought that if he did take the child in, he should keep him a secret so no other countries would try and kidnap him. Until then, Romano would just have Floren do all of his chores.
"Well, can you come down?" Romano shouted up to the child.
"No, I don't think so. I'm afraid-" Floren started, but with another loud crack and a very loud scream, the branch and small country both came down in a heap. Romano was stunned. The child had just fallen out of a tree! He was probably hurt! Maybe he should get Spain to help him take care of the new country. But no, Spain would probably just try and take Floren for himself.
Romano ran over to the branch and looked at the crying and injured country. Floren was pretty cut up, but the new brother didn't think the child had any broken bones. Floren stopped crying and started sniffling when Romano scooped him up off of the ground, and he felt the small bundle snuggle into his chest and grab his shirt.
Romano allowed himself a small smile. He had a new ally, a servant, an underling! And it seemed to like him, too. Romano opened up the door and patted the child's smooth chocolate colored hair to try and calm him down. It seemed to work and Floren was quiet. 'Finally,' Romano thought.
He left Floren on the couch and told him to wait there. He went upstairs and got a washcloth and some bandaids. Romano groaned. The noise was probably the TV downstairs that he must have left on.
He clomped back downstairs and looked on the white couch. There was a huge spot of dirt from where Floren had been sitting, and he sighed angrily. Maybe this wouldn't be so easy.
Then he realized the spot where Floren had been sitting was dirty. Had been sitting. Where the hell was he now? Romano dropped the supplies and started running around, looking for him. He had heard another crash. Maybe it wasn't the TV.
He ran into the room closest to the living room; the kitchen. Sure enough, Floren's rear end was sticking out of a cupboard 8 feet above the ground. And that cupboard held Romano's favorite thing; all of his red tomatoes. And Floren seemed to be enjoying the delicious red food.
"How did..That's my...Why...How?" Romano sputtered. The bang that he heard must have been the chair next to his counter that was now on it's side. He realized that Floren must have climbed onto the chair, jumped up onto the counter (which was nearly as far from the seat of the chair as Floren was from the ground) and, in some way, shimmied up into the cupboard using who knows what kind of powers. The cupboard was still at least three feet higher than the counter!
The cupboards were so high that Romano had to get a stool to get to it, yet somehow this kid had somehow figured out 1) that there was tomatoes in the cupboard and 2) a way to get up to the food.
Nope, this definitely would NOT be as easy as Romano had planned.
"Floren! Get down here! My tomatoes are off limits! Not for you! Get down!" Romano rapid fired orders at the young country, and the child got flustered.
"I want tomatoes, though! Why do you get all of them?" And with that, the little Italy brother climbed further into the cupboard and slammed the door behind him. Now the child was all the way inside of Romano's secret tomato stores. The new big brother's face got as red as the tomatoes that Floren was gorging on when he heard the child muttering about 'stupid Romano' and 'Wow, these are good', accompanied by the sound of tomatoes being loudly eaten.
"You have to listen to me! I'm your new big brother! AND you're in my house, you bastard!" Romano screamed at the kid in the cupboard. Floren just poked his head out of the cupboard to reply when Romano picked up a plastic cup by the sink and chucked it at his face, so the child had to pull back his head back in and shut the door.
"Well, who was the one that let me into your house? And I never agreed on being your little brother. Maybe you should have asked me first," came Floren's muffled voice from inside the cupboard. Then Floren added as an afterthought; "You bastard,"
'ok, that's it. I'm calling Spain,' Romano thought. He walked over to the phone and dialed Spain's number. It rang a few times before he picked up.
"Hello?" Came the Spaniard's voice. "Why are you calling me, Romano? Is everything ok?
"No, everything's NOT ok! Why else would I be calling you, idiot?
"Ok, then what's the matter?"
"I found this kid in my tree, and he says that he's East Italy, so of course I must be his big brother. He even looks like me! Right now he's in the cupboard eating all of my tomatoes, the little bastard, and won't listen to me! You need to come over and help me!" Romano nearly shouted into the phone. Spain was silent for a moment, then replied;
"That's how you acted when you were a kid. Serves you right," and with a click, the other country had hung up. That left Romano speechless.
"FLOREN!" Romano screamed.
So that was the beginning. Please leave a comment! We'd love to see what you think! I know there are a few errors, and I will strive to fix those type of errors in the next chapter.
Thank you for reading!