Lonely Flower
The day was completely normal for Italy. He went to the G8 Meeting, clung to Germany, ate pasta, finished the meeting, ate pasta, went home, ate pasta, and went to bed after preparing his usual midnight pasta. However, he could not say the same for the morning...
"Ve... Where am I?" Italy woke, and instead of his soft matteress, he felt... wet grass? He sat up, and saw that he was on a football field.
"Huh?" Italy looked around nervously.
"G-Germany?" He asked, shaking.
"Who?" A female voice caught him off guard.
"VE~! Don't hurt me! At least not the face! Would you hurt a virigin?" Italy cried, scooting away from the general direction of the voice.
"Feli?" The voice asked again, slightly concerned. Italy finally turned to a girl,at least in her late teens, with dark brown hair where traces of black could be seen, and olive green eyes. She blinked worriedly. She was wearing a white button dress shirt with a tan sweater vest, red tie, a black blazer, a red plaid skirt, and white and red striped thigh high socks with brown military boots.
"Feli, are you okay?" She asked again, leaning in.
"V-Ve.. who are you?" Italy asked nervously. The girl jerked back.
"You... you don't know who I am?" She said, eyes widening considerably.
When Italy nodded, she quickly recomposed herself, "Well.. um... you see... I'm your best friend, Erika Verosen." Erika said, smiling weakly.
"Ve.. I don't remember a Erika Verosen.." Italy said, thinking hard.
"That's our fault." Two voice spoke in sync. Italy shrieked and hid behind Erika, shaking madly.
Two twins stepped out of a whirling white portal, faces downcast.
"Hey, Italy." The taller of the two, a girl, said.
"Ve... Virgin Islands?" Italy asked, peeking out from Erika's shoulder.
"Hey Italia!" The shorter one spoke, "Sorry for puttin' ya here. We were messin' with England's magic stuff, and we brought ya here. To Besondé Academy." He explained, bashfully blushing.
"Ve... Besondé Academy?" Italy asked, blinking.
"Yeah..." Erika answered this time, "It's here, this school. You're a chosen student here, renenber Feli?" She asked, eyebrows knitting.
"Erika.." UK Virgin Islands started, " Your memories with him are pretty much isn't your Feliciano Vargas. He's from another universe, our's. I don't know what happened to your Feliciano. This is Italy." She said softly.
"W-wha? Italy?" Erika said, eyes widening, looking so sad.
"Ve... Don't be sad Erika. I'll still be your friend!" Italy piped up, trying to make Erika feel better.
"Anyway... Italy, we can't send you back home." US Virgin Islands said bluntly.
"Eh? Why not?" Italy asked.
"Well.. we kinda... don't know how." UK Virgin Islands said, embarressed.
"Well, we have something for you to do, while we figure out how!" US Virgin Islands said happily.
"What?" Italy asked.
"You can help the girl's in your academy find love with their crushes. Their condition called "Lonely Flower", a special spirit that slowly feeds at their soul. If the girl can't find love in time, the spirit will devour her soul, and the girl will become mindless, and will... well.. we don't know." UK Virgin Islands explained.
"Oh! So cruel..." Italy said sadly, "I'll do something about that!" He said, determined.
"I help you." Erika said, a small smile appearing, " I have to keep you out of trouble... like usual."
"Ve~ Okay!" Italy smiling widely.
"Good Luck, you two! C'mon US, time to get started on Project: Besondé Italy Return!" UK Virgin Islands said, dragging US Virgin Islands back though the white portal.
"Bye Italy!" They both called back, waving.
"Addio!" Italy waved, smiling.
Erika sighed and stood up, she was a few inches shorter than Italy.
"Do you want me to call you Feliciano or Italy?" She asked lightly.
Italy paused, thinking for a while, "Hm... actually, both are my names. You can keep calling me Feliciano~" He decieded eventually.
"Okay... time to start?" Erika said, smiling softly, guesturing to a huge school with different buildings and a huge dorm area, the football field, which they were standing on, a tennis court, a volleyball court, and many other additions.
"Sì!" Feliciano agreed, marching off towards the Academy's main building.
New Story~! Hahahaha~ I suddenly love torturing Italy. I don't know why.