This idea just popped into my head while reading a Hetalia/My Little Pony crossover. This is going to be my first fanfic that will actually stay rather than get deleted like all the others. This is also the first time I'm going to be writing out to public and not in class. Er...I'm not sure about pairings yet, but they'll probably be there. Not really sure when. Note that I called Italy instead of Veneziano to add to the plot of the story (Romano's insecurity about not really 'being a nation').
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia and/or My Little Pony. Those belong to their owners. The only thing I'll ever own in this fanfic would be the storyline. And 'Yin' and Videns (the latter's only mentioned). They're just there for the sake of making this a crossover.
The World Meeting was an even bigger than disaster than usual.
America had been spouting out ideas so ridiculous that England had gotten more pissed off and had decided to throw his scones (home-made) at his former charge. That had actually knocked out America, and anyone within a two-yard radius. Everybody else beyond that just got a very painful bruise. France had been more of a pervert also, leading Romano to think that perhaps the Frenchman hadn't gotten some in a long time. Even Spain's calls of 'Lovi~' nearly made him scream.
To make it short, this was an absolute catastrophe.
Romano sighed as he tended to his tomato plants. He sometimes-not that often, 'kay?-wished that somebody would actually recognize him as South Italy. Not Romano, South Italy. He didn't even understand why Italy was called Italy in the first place! They were both Italy, South and North respectively. Sure, pretty much everybody-even Spain, that tomato bastard!-liked his younger brother over him, but nobody ever bothered staying around him. Yeah, sure, he cusses a lot and gives everybody some name like 'potato bastard', but that didn't mean he wasn't nice.
He knew he was a good cook, worst painter, and the most horrid instrument player ever, but he had some redeeming qualities.
Right?
The nation got up and went back inside the house. It was shared between him and Italy, even if he had that potato bastard Germany over for, like, 89.9% of his time. Romano groaned when he saw said potato bastard with his idiotic brother. Sneakily (in a way), he went around the duo and up the stairs.
Perhaps skipping dinner wasn't the best thing he should've done, but turning in on an empty stomach was much, much better than hanging around the potato bastard.
...right?
What happened after he woke up was very...interesting.
The second day of the World Meeting had him storming out.
Actually, he stormed out a few minutes after it started.
Initiate Flashback
It looked like it was going to be another, lousy, disastrous World Meeting.
Pretty much everybody was either chatting loudly, arguing, or plain throwing things and 'expressing their feelings with actions', quote from Netherlands who was fighting with Spain.
Germany-that stupid potato bastard, wasn't there yet. Romano was starting to know how that bastard felt. Being one of the very, very few who were actually waiting for the meeting to start was absolutely frustrating.
Especially with a very certain brother screaming 'PASTA~!' every three seconds.
And then the worst thing possible happened (that's what he thinks).
"WILL ALL YOU BASTARDS SHUT THE HELL UP AND START THIS STUPID MEETING ALREADY?!"
This is probably who you think it is. AKA Romano, Lovino Vargas, South Italy, and whatever else you could think of.
For all you guys who thought it was Germany, just to note: he doesn't say bastard every sentence (or almost every).
Moving on, this shout occurred about a second after Germany came in. This lead every single country to stare at Romano, who was starting to feel like having a breakdown from all the attention.
This was when the whispers happened. And Romano knew what was said, word for word.
"Brat has got some nerve...saying that when he is the one who cusses and yells all the time?"
"When did he get a backbone? If only he had that when he's actually fighting."
"Why doesn't he just be like Italy? Italy's actually nice."
"That's the one who can't even clean the dishes!"
"Stubborn."
"Loser."
"Not even a nation."
By then the whispers had turned into words that Romano himself had heard a long time ago.
Germany awkwardly sat down at the head of the table and cleared his throat. As he spoke, Romano became more and more fidgety. He wasn't sure when those whispersthathavebeensaidsolongagoshutup would stop. Abruptly, he stood up and stormed out of the room.
End Flashback
Romano ran all the way back to the hotel he was staying in. Sadly, the meeting was held in Berlin, Germany, and he had to be reminded of that stupid potato bastard every step of the way. He slumped down the door of his designated room, groaning. After who-knows-how-long minutes passed, he got up. He went out and into the hotel kitchens. There was nothing better to do anyway, and he completely forgot to at least bring an interesting book or a cookbook.
When he was at the kitchen doors, he walked in. One of the cooks ran up to him, but Romano held up his hand.
"I want to work here temporarily, just for today."
That work had absolutely exhausted him. Romano trudged through the Germanic streets. Looking at a random store, he walked in.
And what did it have to be but a fortune teller's shop.
The shelves were filled with tarot cards, tea leaves, crystal balls, and other divining things. The room was dimly lit, with the slightest bit of some sort of incense in the air. Romano felt the hairs on his neck go up and turned to the right.
A feminine man with long black hair was on his right. Said man also had pale skin, and looked to be of Chinese origin (Romano really wasn't sure, he could be Japanese). He had on a knee-length robe thing with elbow-length sleeves. He wore knee-length boots with some armor pieces on it and-were those wings on the ankles? The half of the ebony hair was up in a high ponytail, with the rest down. His eyes were a bluish-gray.
"Romano. Would you prefer Lovino or South Italy? Or just the first?" the owner(?) spoke with a slight accent, barely noticeable and a soft voice. Romano growled at him, immediately cautious as nobody should know of a nation personification's status. "Romano. And how the hell do you know, bastard? You haven't even introduced yourself." The man only smiled slightly. "Just call me...Yin. Names have power after all. But so do titles, as Yin is not my real name nor is it a title."
This...Yin was getting weirder every second. "You're one of those fortune-telling bastards, aren't you?" Romano was still on the defense. Yin's eyes narrowed slightly. "The fortune-telling part does not fall upon me. That's for Videns. I'm only one for telling history." "Then tell me something from my past, if you're 'one for telling history.'"
"You were pushed aside by your grandfather, Rome, or Roman Empire, in favor of your younger brother, Veneziano. You were a much better cook than him, and an expressionist artist. You're a master at every instrument you try, after a few tries at it, for your heart is with Rome."
Romano shook his head. "The last sentence is not true. Ve-...Italy was the better one. The other nations, and even Spain proved it." Yin sighed. "It's what they believe. You shouldn't just give up and think the worst of yourself. Outside here, there's a whole other world just for your eyes only...and only no other nation could actually go there. I'm sorry, R-, but I have to do this. You're also one of us, the G-, and you're one of E-. But, this is for your and many other's own good."
Suddenly, Romano felt a searing pain, so painful that he opened his mouth to scream, but then-
"AAAAAAAAAGHHHH!"
Romano bolted upright in the hotel bed. He grabbed the back of his head, where that horrid pain was. That-that was all a dream...?
"Fratello! You're awake!"
The nation got a armful of Italy and fell backwards onto the bed. "You idiot! Don't do that!" The elder yelled. "B-but fratello, you were all struggling and wouldn't wake up..." Italy sat up on Romano's legs and sniffed. The latter saw the tears on his brother's face and suddenly felt guilty. "Um...I-I'm alright Vene, just...a bit wacked out by the dream."
Instantly, the tears stopped and the sad face was suddenly replaced with a very cheerful one. "I'll go get fratello some pastaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" And in a flash, Italy was at the suite kitchen.
As the elder Italian got out of bed, he felt a slight weight on his wrists. "What-?" His question was answered with four bracelets. There were two on each end, with one stone set in each of them. On his left was an gold gem and ruby, while the right had an emerald and amethyst. "How the hell did these get here?" Romano shook his head and walked to the suite living room for some of Italy's pasta.
Later, the third day of the World Meeting began.
Romano decided not to do anything about the shouting countries and near-damn fell asleep when Germany told everyone to "SHUT UP!" like he usually did. The Italian didn't remember what the meeting was about, except it involved America's idea of getting a huge robotic superhero to do some random shit.
And of course, Spain, the ever so disgustingly cheerful tomato bastard, made him run out of the room. This time was very, very different.
Right at that moment, the one when he went through the doors, the bracelets glowed (nobody had taken notice of them until now) and Romano blacked out.
'Where the hell am I?'
was his first thought upon waking up. Romano groaned and slowly got up. Trying to stretch, he opened his eyes and saw something very, very weird.
Wherever he was is definitely not somewhere in Berlin, because it was all bright and cheerful and-wait, hold your horses.
Are those ponies? With stupid tattoos on their flanks?
Then Romano made his second-worst mistake.
He looked down...and instead of seeing a normal body with his tan uniform, he saw...
A pony body.
"CHIIIIIIIGIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"
Eheheheh...I really didn't know how to end this first chapter. I'll post a link on the next chapter (with the spaces) with how he looks like, which is part of the cover.
I really don't know when, though.
Um...please tell me what you think!