So. I was listening to Accidentally in Love (you know, the song) and I immediately thought of AmeIta. I also remembered that there are precious few good AmeIta fics. Almost all of them make America out to be a complete jerk that in actuality loves England, or Italy a helpless baby. Which I hate. 'Cause you know what the Italian people did to Mussolini and his wife after WW2? They beat them to death, tied their bodies to Jeeps and drove their bodies around Rome for three days. Not to mention he, canonically, beat up Turkey. Whom is an amazing badass that I'm obsessed with. Anyway, America sort of seems like a jerk at first, but just hear me out. Actually, all of the Nations sort of seem like jerks at first... Speaking of Turkey, go!
Turkey: Italy's Driving does not own Hetalia. It belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya!
Aw~! Isn't he just adorable? Turkey needs more love! PS this is set in the Gakuen Hetalia 'Verse, but they're all still Nations.
SHE SAID WHAT'S THE PROBLEM BABY! WHAT'S THE PROBLEM I DON'T KNOW
America was seriously doubting the sanity of the two in front of him. Neither were making any sense, and seemed seriously out of character for themselves. It was after class that the two had cornered him, blocking him in the classroom and preventing him from getting together with Japan, like he planned. Although, America was actually quite grateful for that as Japan would've brought his new boyfriend anyway. AKA Germany. Japan and Germany went everywhere together, even when it was supposed to just be America and Japan. They no longer had video game nights with just the two of them! Anyway, Romano and Spain had trapped him in the classroom and were asking him to do something entirely ridiculous.
"Er… I'm honoured you thought of me, but I don't think I can do that," America said. It had been about two hours since the two had initially cornered him and they still couldn't get him to agree. And he couldn't get them to leave him alone.
"UGH! Stupid Burger Bastard, we asked you because you're the only one that would work," Romano growled. America massaged his wrist.
"I don't know. It doesn't seem a very heroic thing to do…" America trailed off.
"Why not," Spain asked kindly, though it looked like he was at the end of his rope.
"I mean, pretending to have a crush on Italy? It seems really mean…" America massaged his wrist more. Romano growled and threw his hands up.
"Just do it! You pretend to like people all the time," Romano said.
"Well, yeah, but actually date him?" America's brow creased in worry, "I don't think I can…"
"What if we paid you," Romano asked.
"That makes it seem like I'm a prostitute!" America dropped his wrist and crossed his arms.
"What if… we tell everyone you're our hero? I mean, you would be if you did this," Spain suggested. America bit his lip thoughtfully, but didn't look fully convinced, "We'll also fund a shopping spree throughout the world." Spain just knew appealing to America's "nonexistent" fashionista would get him onboard.
"Well, I mean," America sighed, "How long would I have to do this?"
"As long as my fratello wants," Romano says, looking down his nose at America (even though he had to stand on his tippy toes and tilt his head WAY up to do so)
"So… what I'm hearing is that if Italy wanted to get married, you'd make me do it," America asked.
"Even if we had to tie you to the altar~" Spain said cheerfully.
"Why," America asked.
"Chigi~ Fratellino has been sad since that macho potato started to date Japan. Since he always seemed to like you, we figured this would cheer him up," Romano said. America ducked his head and nodded.
"Guess I should go ask him out, huh," America said.
"Oh~ We actually knew you would say yes, so you have a date with him in three hours. I suggest going to France for help getting ready," Spain chirped.
"WAAAAH~ Why would you do that?! I need to go find France!" America pushed his way through the two and ran out of the room. Behind him, Romano and Spain fistbumped.
WELL MAYBE I'M IN LOVE (LOVE) THINK ABOUT IT EVERY TIME
America quickly found France in the Home Ec. room designing things with Poland. Which was a stroke of luck, as both could help him to find the perfect outfit for his date with Italy. Yes, he bought a new outfit for every date. No, you are not allowed to judge him. France and Poland looked at the out of breath closet fashionista and cocked their heads.
"Um… do you need something, Amerique," France asked. America nodded.
"I have a date with Italy in three hours and need you two's help shopping for the perfect outfit," America gasped out. His fellow Nations got serious looks on their faces and nodded.
"We need to, like, go to the mall," Poland said, grabbing America's arm, "Like, now." America nodded and willingly followed along after the duo.
The mall was just as crowded as the three of them expected on a Friday afternoon after school. Crawling with teenage humans. The Nations stood out quite obviously against all of them, with their extremely nice (and rich) school uniforms. They heard several of the human kids mention about how they were from "that rich private school" which was actually World Academy W. The trio paid the humans no mind, just walked on until they found the store they were looking for. It wasn't ideal (America would've prefered Armani for a date with Italy) but it would do for the first date. America stopped outside a group of humans when he heard them mention World Academy W. He grabbed Poland and France by the collars and made them stop as well.
"I heard that the public school kids were having to go there because their school burnt down," One of the girl's said.
"I heard that, too. Is it true," Another asked.
"Yeah. My little sister goes to that public school. Apparently they're starting on Monday. Serves those foreign kids right. Thinking they're better than everyone else," The third said.
"I heard they only had three students from this continent," A fourth said.
"Yeah, one from Mexico. America and Canada," The first added.
"How do you know," The second asked.
"They come here a lot, always looking for expensive suits. Although they call them cheap. I think the Mexican mentioned something about it being a tradition for them to get a new suit every time they have a date," The first answered.
"Oh yeah, I actually asked the American about that. He only comes here if the date is really last minute," The fourth chimed in.
"Really, 'cause I just saw him and two others walk past. Guess he has a last minute date," The Second snickered.
"Hope it goes terribly. Or at least I hope my little sister and her friends make their life living hell," The third said, smirking. America narrowed his eyes and stood up tall, but moved away so that the girls didn't know they were spying. Poland and France followed his example.
"Heard that we're gonna be sharing the halls with a bunch of humans, starting Monday. Hope they get used to the school quickly." America smirked.
"Oh, like, totally. World Academy can be a, like, totally difficult place if you're, like, not used to it," Poland joined in.
"Oui. Of course, they'll all have perfectly… magnifique guides from the three of us," France added, smirking when they realized that the girls were listening in.
"Oh totally. You know, we should definitely give them a… proper European welcome. If you get my meaning," America said, smirk widening with the girl's eyes.
"Tak, we get your point perfectly my friend," Poland said, eyes glinting. The girls quickly scrambled off, making the three Nations burst out laughing and resume their shopping trip.
CAN'T STOP THINK ABOUT IT! HOW MUCH LONGER WILL IT TAKE TO CURE THIS
At the end of their shopping trip, America ended up with a nice dark blue suit an orange-ish red shirt and a matte black tie. Meanwhile, Poland and France also took the opportunity to get some new clothes. Poland and France decided to go out clubbing in their new outfits, while America only needed his for his date with Italy. Italy looked just as nice as America thought he would when the European opened the door. He wore a dark brown suit with a white shirt, gold bowtie and a fedora of the same shade as the suit. America grinned as Italy looked him up and down.
"Ve~ Ciao America! You look very nice," Italy chirped. America grinned.
"Thank you, but I don't look half as good as you," America said. The Italian blushed and took his American suitor's arm.
"Ve~ G-grazie, America."
Italy was having an absolutely wonderful time with America! He was extremely flattered when he had received the younger Nation's note, and America was as much the poet as he seemed in the letter. Which was to say, not really but still. It was absolutely adorable how he stumbled over some of his words, but still made it all seem romantic. He also had the uncanny ability to make Italy feel like the most important Nation (or person) in the world. America remained silent all throughout Italy's story about how Spain nearly blew up the kitchen making pasta last week. He laughed at the appropriate parts and it made Italy feel like the American never had and never would have eyes for anyone but him. Even though both knew that the blonde had been on many dates.
"Ve~ I'm sorry, I've been going on about myself all this time. How has your day been," Italy gushed, blushing. America smiled and waved his hand.
"No, it's fine. Honestly, you seem much more interesting than me," America said. Italy giggled. "Although, I did learn some interesting news today."
"Ve~ Oh? What is it," Italy asked. He always was a big gossiper.
"Well. You know how the public school burnt down recently," America asked. Behind him, four girls perked up.
"Ve~ Si. What about it," Italy responded, paying the girls no mind.
"Apparently, since World Academy W is the closest school, they'll be attending school with us until they're school is rebuilt," America explained. Italy's eyes opened in interest.
"Ve~ Really? All five hundred of them," Italy asked.
"Apparently. Poland, France and I were thinking of giving them a propor European welcome. Since they seem to be thinking something along the same lines," America said, smirking. Italy giggled.
"Ooh~ Sounds like fun, I'm in! We wouldn't want them to miss out on any fun, now would we?" Italy smiled deviously and America grinned.
"So glad you're on board, we need someone like you," America responded, taking Italy's hand across the table. His eyes practically said it all to the Italian; I need someone like you. Italy practically melted and laced his fingers with the Americans. Neither noticed the girls until they were right in front of their table.
"Listen here, jerks," The lead girl said. America rolled his eyes and turned to the girls. Italy silently cursed them for ruining the moment, "My friend's little sister goes to that school, which means she will be going to school with you two. If you mess with her, we'll make your life a living hell."
"You see," America continued, "For you to do that, I'd have to actually care about you and your friend's little sister. At World Academy W, your treated based on how important you are. Her sister won't even be a blip on our radar. Now, I'm trying to enjoy my date with someone who is, on his worst days, ten times as beautiful as you on your best. So walk away."
"You can't talk to her like that." One of the other girls stepped up. Italy stood up as well to defend his date.
"Ve~ Actually, she's threatening us. So we can talk to her however we want, c'mon Alfredo, let's go seek out better company," Italy said, glaring. America stood up with him and the two walked out after America told the waitress to put it on his tab.
Italy was absolutely breathless with laughter as the duo walked, hand in hand, down the bright Boardwalk. America was laughing as well.
"Ve~ I can't believe I did that! That was so brave," Italy said breathlessly. America nodded.
"I guess love makes you do scary things," America commented casually. Italy nodded, blushing at the phrasing and already feeling like a lovesick puppy dog. I guess it does…
JUST TO CURE IT CAUSE I CAN'T IGNORE IT IF IT'S LOVE (LOVE)
Welp. That was my first attempt at pure romance. If you think it's moving a bit fast, I honestly think of Italy as the kind of person who falls in love easily while America takes more time. Don't get too attached to the girls, they're not important. However, the humans that go to World Academy W are. I honestly don't know if this actually does happen in America, but I know that my old school in England had to send the students to the closest school when our building burned down. Oh, the wrist thing that America does at the beginning is a nervous habit of mine that I thought fit him. Of course, I do it because of my MS. America does it 'cause he's awesome.
Until Next Time, this is Italy's Driving saying; That's All Folks.