Okay, First story I ever wrote (not much of a writer) So there are going to be spelling and grammar errors.
Our journey starts with a little Italian boy named Feliciano Vargas; He is a little, shy and weak boy. He just obtained his first pokemon from Prof. Elm, and boy was he happy with his new cyndaquil. "Alright Pasta, You n' me are ganna eat together, nap together, draw together, and knock out the other bully's pokemons!" Feliciano cheerfully shouted out. The cyndaquil could only stare in confusion at his new trainer before it fell asleep on the spot. "Ve~! 3 o'clock pm! Siesta time!" He said as he stripped off his clothes and took a nap behind a tree with his Cyndaquil.
Later that day Feliciano woke up to someone poking him with a stick. "Uhm, excuse me sir… but y-you could be attacked by pokemon out here… by a tree… nude…" a short slender asian man with dark hair exclaimed. Feliciano could only stare at the man with closed eyes and soon fall back asleep. But soon after he jolted up and looked around anxiously for his cyndaquil. "Ve! Where did you go!" cried Feliciano. "Where did what go?" the asian man calmly asked. "M-my pokemon! Pasta!" The asian man held up a pokemon as he said "You mean this?"
"Ve! Yes, yes! Grazie! Grazie! Neh~ By the way, I didn't get your name…"
"Oh… well … my name is Kiku… Honda Kiku…but most people call me Nihon or Japan."
"Ve~! Nice to meet you, Japan! My name is Feliciano, but you can call me Italy~!" He said as he held out his hand for Kiku to shake.
Kiku shook his head as he said "Feliciano-san, I would shake your hand…b-but… your still nude"
"WAHH~! Don't look at me!!!" Italy cried out as he hid behind a tree struggling to get his clothes on.
Okay, I know a suckish ending. Sorry the intro had to end that way, but the first chapter will be a little better hopefully.