Hello people! I got this idea other day and just HAD to type it up. Before you continue reading this, I want to point some things out.

1) I'm dealing with Nyo!nations here and not Fem!nations. So, I'll be changing the personalities for the female counterparts a bit.

2) Most of my linguistics (Except English and a little French) will mainly rely on google translate. So PLEASE correct any errors I may make.

3) I DON'T OWN HETALIA!

EDIT (11/10/15): I've done a bit of editing to this chapter and changed my reasoning for the existence of the nyos cause it would create complications in the story later. In fact, I'm going to be editing a lot of these chapters, maybe all of them.

A loud knocking made me roll out of the bed. Much to my chagrin, I discovered that the sun hadn't even risen.

"Che. Whoever it is can just got hell." Though I grumbled that, I still tiptoed past a sleeping Veneziano, arond a table covered with paperwork and snuck down the stairs. Only my little brother could sleep through a din but jump out of bed if anyone mentioned pasta, white flags or that potato bastard. I finally got to the door an flung if open. I was ready to release a stream of curses at the person who had the balls to bang on my door. Nobody gets away from making Lovino Vargas, the personification of South Italy open the front door in his nightwear without getting mentally scarred via insults. Except for two people.

All my preparations went to waste when my eyes fell on the person in front of me.

"Nonno?" I yelped.

"Buono Roma." Grandpa smiled at me

"What do you want? If it's Vene you want to see, he's asleep." I growled at my grandfather. He smiled sheepishly at me, wearing a casual shirt and pants.

"I'm really sorry Roma. It's my fault that you hate me, I know. But the one I wanted to talk to right now is you. Not Vene." I was touched though I tried not to show it.

"Can I come in? They're getting cold." For the first time, I noticed that he was holding two small bundles close to his chest. I nodded and stepped back, allowing him to come in. I led him to the dining room and got him to sit down. I then fixed up a glass of wine for him and some fresh tomato juice for myself. after setting the drinks on the table I sat across him. After a few moments of tense silence, I spoke.

"What do you want to tell me?" My eyes were never left the bundles he was still clutching to his chest. Without saying a word, he placed them on the table gently and unwrapped them. A gasp escaped my throat.

Two babies lay on the cloths that Nonno had unwrapped, fast asleep. Both had turned so that they were facing each other cuddling, one with dark brown hair and the other with light orangeish brown. All this didn't faze me. What really shocked me was that they resembled me and Veneziano. Fuck, they even had our characteristic curls!

"Nonno..." I looked at my grandfather. "Who are they?"

He looked at me with an unreadable expression.

"They... They're your female counterparts. Don't interrupt me Romano. Let me explain." I reluctantly shut my mouth and leaned back in my chair. Nonno gave me grateful look for agreeing to listen to him and launched into his explanation.

"I don't know how but they've always existed. I don't know why these two appeared now, but apparently every nation has a counterpart of the opposite gender." He gazed at the two of them lovingly.

"And how would you know about that?"

"You learn a lot of things when you die. For instance did you know that my counterpart saw the end of Pompeii with her own two eyes?" He chuckled sadly. "She didn't fight in battle like I did but she saw her fair share of pain and suffering."

"Then what the fuck happened to them? The reast of the world's counterparts? Where the hell are they?" I would have banged my fist on the table if the girls had not been lying there. Nonno looked at me with terribly sad eyes that made me almost regret asking.

Almost.

"They grew up without anyone Roma. The first I knew of was one of Germania's grandchildren. She was born with her twin but disappeared a few decades after her birth. I assumed that she had died but it turns out that I was wrong. The others I learnt about after I left for good. They..." He faltered but caught his breath. "They've grown all alone, where they had no one to support them or guide them. They've hidden themselves away, believing their disappearance is for the best. They try to live a normal life far away from any possible influence we hold but..."

"But nothing can ever be normal for a nation." I finished. The pain in his voice was too much for me to bear. He nodded and wiped his tears away.

"Promise me Romano. Promise me you and your brother will take care of these lucky girls and give them the love and support they need." He grabbed my hand and begged me.

"Fine. But where are the others?" I frowned.

"Ah... That I'm not sure of... For some reason they all have become untraceable over the past decade. I guess they hid themselves far too well." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. I controlled my urge to hit the table as both the girls and even Nonno would probably start sobbing. A change of topic was due.

"Why did you want to talk to me specifically? Vene is better at these kind of things." I knew I probably would regret his answer but I still wanted to know why.

"Vene will be able to easily understand-" My spirits fell. So he thought I was so dumb that I needed an explanation? I forced myself to listen to what he was saying.

"-wanted to see you." He finished with his happy smile.

"Nonno, could you repeat that?" I wasn't sure if I heard him correctly.

"Sure! But why?" He was still smiling.

"Never mind that! Just do it please!"

"Oh okay. I said; 'Vene will be able to understand because you'd explain it to him better. Besides, I wanted to see you.' Did that clear things up Roma?" He smiled kindly at me. My face heated up. I didn't have to look into a mirror to know that I looked like a tomato.

"S-shut up you sorry excuse of a grandfather." I said and looked away. Nonno just laughed.

"That's my Romano! Always ever so shy!"

"I said shut up!" I yelled, feeling as though steam was coming from my face. Both the infants woke up and began to wail. Remind me never to do that next to a sleeping child... Please.

It was horrible.

"Now you've done it..." Nonno said as he looked at the ceiling. "It looks like Veneziano is waking up. I'll leave you to talk with him and explain everything. Don't forget, one is your counterpart and the other is his." He stood up as if to leave.

"Nonno! How do you expect us to take care of two babies? Don't we have... Have to feed them?" My face turned bright red. Nonno looked at me blankly for a moment and then he threw his head back and guffawed.

"Stop laughing!" I snapped, furiously rocking one of the bambinas in my arms.

"By Juno, no! They're well past that age Roma." He wiped the tears from his eyes and recovered a bit. "Solids are fine." He glanced at the stairs and turned back to me.

"Sorry Roma, I must be off. God won't let this slide otherwise. Bye~!" He sprinted past me and shut the door behind him.

"Stupid old man... What's with his mood swings anyway?" I grumbled. A small hand patted my chest gently. I looked down and saw that the girl I had been rocking had calmed down and was blinking up at me. She pointed a chubby finger at her sister who was still bawling.

"Sorellina Cwying." She said. I was surprised by how much care she showed for her sibling. Growing up as a nation often meant you either spent time as a colony or fighting battles with your neighbours. There was very little room for care. Even if it was for your own sibling. I know that all too well.

Veneziano's sleepy voice floated down the stairs. Whatever he said, it wasn't very clear.

"Get your ass down here Veneziano!" The other little girl began to bawl. I tried to hold her in my arms as well but nearly dropped the one I was already holding in the process

"Fratello? What's going on? Is there a bambino in the house?" Sounded like he was more awake now. He came running down, nearly tripping himself on the stairs. I just rolled my eyes. Predictable that he would trip down the same old steps.

"Not a bambino you idiota. It's a bambina. Two actually." I chided him as he reached the bottom step, panting. He rushed over and gazed at the quiet one in my arms and the crying one on the table.

"They look like us Fratello. Ve~!" He said and picked up the one who was still crying, saving me in the process. He smiled at and cuddled her.

"Ciao! I'm Italy Veneziano! Ah, but you can just call me Feli!" Amazingly, she stopped crying once he spoke to her. Her wide eyes stared at his face for a moment and she giggled happily.

"I feel like a Papa now!" He laughed.

"Don't be stupid fratellino!" I blushed. There was no way I was going to be called 'Papa'. Over my dead body. "We're their fratellos!"

That brought a change in his face.

"I've always wanted to be a big brother ve~! What do we name them?" Technically, I think he already is thanks to Seborga... Ah never mind.

"Hmm... I think I'll call her Chiara. I looked down at the girl in my arms. What do you think?" She smiled up at me and giggled. My heart melted in that split second and I smiled at her. Vene held up the other girl in the air.

"I think I'll call you... Ah! Lia!"

"That's an incomplete name isn't it?"

"Oh you shush fratello!" Feli chided me. "Do you like the name Lia?" He asked the little girl in his arms.

"Si!" Came happy response.

"Looks like she picked up your talkativeness already Vene!"

"Ehe! Maybe. By the way Fratello, who are these bambinas?" He let Lia play with his finger as he spoke.

"It's a long story." I let Chiara do the same with my finger.

"Okay! Let's skip the meeting then!" He skipped into the kitchen. I followed him in with a raised eyebrow.

"Did I need to get those instructions from the nation who tries to skip the G8 meetings by purposely taking siestas for as long as possible?" I lightly teased him as we made the girls sit in some baby seats Nonno had thoughtfully left behind for us.

"Says the person who decided to have a mini La Tomatina during the last world meeting, Ve~!"

"Don't remind me dammit! I was just bored and the meeting had to be held at Espagna's place during the La Tomatina!"

And so we continued our cheerful bickering as the twins kept playing with our fingers. It looked like these two would bring a new light into our home.

Translations:

Italian;

Nonno - Grandfather

Buono - Hello

Bambina - Baby girl

Sorellina - Little sister

Bambina - Baby boy

Fratello - Big brother