Italy's getting married? Who is this women? Why does no one know where Italy is? Does she know what Italy is?
I don't own Hetalia hell I don't even own the women
-Germany-
Germany sighed throwing down his pen, work was impossible tonight, just as it had been all week. He refused to admit he was missing Italy who had been gone for a month now and as a result Italy hadn't come back. Germany looked over to the side of his desk where Japan had set the mail earlier that day, his eyes were drawn to a big white envelope addressed to him that had a crude drawing of pasta on it. Picking up the letter her noticed the handwriting was clearly female but the return address claimed it to be from Italy. With out so much as a thought Germany tore open the envelope only to pull out a thick piece of card stock inviting him to the wedding of Italy and some girl with the name of Felice. At the bottom of the card in the same girly handwriting as the addresses in clear German it read 'Feli didn't want me to invite you but he talked about you so much I figured it was for the best that you knew' Germany was shocked. Italy, the man he had come to like as a little more then a friend, was getting married to a women and didn't want him to know about it? Something seemed wrong, Italy was not one to hide anything most importantly from Germany who was his best friend.
-Japan-
Japan frowned as he read over the card from Italy. Something was very wrong with the Western nation. Italy often flirted with women but marrying a human was not something any of them did. On top of that Japan had not been the only one not to know about this. Earlier Italy's brother Romano had called looking for Italy. Japan had to explain to a rather pissed off Italian that Italy had not been in Germany's home in over a month now and had been home, to which Romano said was impossible. Romano had been at their house this whole time and would have known if Italy was there. So where was Italy? Surely some other nation knew his whereabouts. However it seemed not so as calls from all the other nations kept coming in to congratulate Italy.
-Italy-
Italy's face was full of pain as he looked up from his cellphone "It's Ludwig" he said to the small girl with amber eyes and reddish brown hair. The girl smiled "Go ahead and answer it. I'll let you, I want you to be happy after all." she said, her eyes sparkling with concern for the man she was to marry in less then a week. Italy sighed and opened the phone putting a fake smile on his face, remembering to sound happy "Ciao! Ve~ Ger-Ludwig! How nice of you to call me!" he practically yelled into the phone. Germany sounded weary when he spoke in return "Italy! I vas just calling to let you know I am happy for you" just hearing Germany say that brought tears to Italy's eyes. Italy became too choked up to say anything. The girl took the phone "Hello Ludwig" she purred into the small device "Feli's fine he just got a little emotional is all. I'm sorry I'll have him call you back later" she didn't wait for a response to hang up. Italy wiped his eyes "I could still talk to him Felicia, I...I just needed a moment" he said slowly. The girl, Felicia, frowned "You don't want to marry me do you? You love that Ludwig too much. I'll have to fix that"