Hello! I absolutely love Hetalia and Seychelles and things like that, so this came out of the blue earlier today... and I just had to write it.
All of the nations had always wondered the same thing; why Italy Veneziano loved getting stranded so much.
When questioned, the childish country would reply in the same way each time; with a shrug of the shoulders and a delirious smile on his unblemished features, he would grin widely and say "Pasta-!" in an upbeat voice. Every time he would paint on that face, effortlessly wiping any signs of being all-there off of his face, when in reality he was thinking of... her.
He remembered the first time he'd awoken on that island, confused, sleepy, without the will to understand what was going on. He'd sat up, looked around, and a smile spread across his face as he ripped open his shirt, buttons flying. His pants flew off to reveal bright yellow boxers, and he'd screamed in delight while running towards the shimmering blue water. The liquid sloshed onto his bare legs as the boy squinted into the sunlight, a hand shading his face as he grinned, and began to march back to shore, thinking of just how much fun he and Germany would have on this adventure.
And then he'd heard it, as he walked around to the other side of the island.
A girl's voice hummed harmoniously in time with the waves sloshing against the sand, a repetitious tune, but a lovely one. She knelt in the sand, both hands plunged in the water, snatching fish with her bare fingers and putting them into a basket as they flopped and wiggled unsuccessfully. The tanned boy hung back in the shade of the palm trees and various bushes, entranced by the sight of the girl. His mouth hung slightly open at the scene, but no words came out, surprisingly. He admonished himself quickly for not saying a word, and with shaking legs - nerves, perhaps? - he moved forward and said,
"C-ciao...?" the word was so quiet and unsteady he himself barely heard it. The girl jerked up from the water upon hearing the noise, twisting around and knocking the basket of fish into the waves as she scrambled backwards into the tide, her chocolate-colored eyes wide open in an expression of mixed confusion and surprise. Her dark brown hair swung around in their pigtails as she turned, forming a curtain over the sides of her darkly tanned face. Not a sound came from either boy or girl at that point; the only thing they could hear was the waves.
The girl carefully stood up in the glistening water, and Italy's eyes widened as he stared at her. She stared back at him, and he felt his legs shift in front of each other as he began to walk, slowly, towards her. She didn't twitch or begin to run, just stood there, in a polished sky-blue bikini with a bit of fluttery fabric tied at her hip.
Then, her voice broke the silence, so quiet and lyrical Veneziano came crashing down to earth with realization as the words left her mouth. "There," she whispered, pointing behind him, and the boy made the mistake of looking back as a harsh, accented voice cut through the silence. "ITALY! There you are! What are you standing there for-? We need to find Japan!"
With a turn and a single blink, the boy stood there staring at where the girl had once been, now vacant, excepting one thing-
A small, braided bracelet, laying half-buried in the sand.
The boy leaned down and reached for it, securing it in his palm, and turned back to the German man as he waved his arms frantically and sound spilled out of his mouth while he ran for the stronger of the two. "GERMANY! I woke up on this beach and I didn't know what to do so I started running and swimming and doing fun things! Do you have anything to make pasta with? I'm SO hungry!" He screeched, but for once, he felt a hint of regret running through his veins as he hugged Germany tightly.
While, in his tightened fist, the bracelet lay, foretelling a tidal wave of events to come.
Sorry it's so short... :3
What do you think? Constructive criticism welcome, I implore you to help me perfect my writing skill! Though, nobody's perfect...
