Title: The adventures of Sicily

Genre: adventure/friendship

Summary: A few stories on Sicily's life during WWII and the present. (based off of my O.C. wiki page)

I heard a loud explosion followed by multiple gunshots, and men screaming orders—or bloody murder… I leaped out of my comfortable chair in my bedroom, startled and raced down the stairway, just in time for another explosion to tear off the right side of my house and for the two German soldiers who were guarding the house to fall dead or, hopefully unconscious. I heard a faint voice rise from the chaos. Even from that far away, I could tell that it wasn't German—or one of my men. I couldn't tell exactly where it was coming from, which only caused me even more panic and frustration.

"Move faster git! I don't want to be here when Germany gets here!"

" the Allies! I thought. I have to find Germany or God forbid Italy…!" I thought of my options quickly while frantically kicking debris out of my way, forming a slim, white, powdery ,path.

"Alright… I have three options… 1. I can stay and fight, but I'm so weak right now that I doubt I'll get far… 2. I can pull an Italy and surrender without a struggle…or I can pull a Romano and bring my enemies out in public and beg for mercy—if they just happen to be merciless…" I felt my heart race as I pondered my decisions . I hesitantly chose decision number one. I smiled to myself.

" I have grandfather's fighting skills and dammit, I'm going to use them!" I shouted out loud. That probably wasn't the best decision…

" The hell was that!"

Sounded like it came from that destroyed Villa!"

"They're closer than I thought! Why the hell did I scream? Italy's dimwittedness is really rubbing off on me!" I clapped my hand over my mouth and backed slowly towards the stairs and into my bedroom. I ducked under my king-sized bed and pulled out my ANGEL, a gift from the Mafia. It was a shiny silver Colt with my Mafia name—also Angel—printed on the side. I checked it, and found a terrible revelation-no bullets-So many memories came rushing back to me as I held this gun, even in the event of an emergency, the thoughts of my youth relaxed me.

ya did good kid..ya thought fast, that will definitely be a key train when workin' wit' us"

"G-Grazie…um..who are you?"

"I'm ya boss Frank Lastorino"

"Oh! Ciao,Mr. Frank—"

" Kid, don' be so formal, call me Big Frank"

"C-cool, Big Frank… I'm Sicily-er- Angelina, Angelina Vargas…"

"I like ya kid but ya need a Mafia name...how does Angel sound?"

"Angel… yeah! I like it! Thanks Big Frank!"

"Cool kid,cool."

I was the only one who could call him that… Now he's gone , and it's my fault

My thoughts were interrupted by yet another explosion. This one blew up most of my bedroom and sent me flying into the walk-in closet behind me. The force, closed both doors and sent an impressive amount of furniture in front of it.

"no! damn!" I screamed out loud while using all the strength that I could muster to push on the door. I stood up, wobbling a little, backed up and rammed into the doors as hard as I could. The impact did not get the result that I was hoping. It also gained some unwanted attention.

" Did you hear that? Dudes! Come on! That might be Sicily!

I froze. They knew me? They're in the house?

" Very good America! He might have some vital information!"

"Wait—he? They think I'm a guy?" I questioned myself. I listened to the footsteps travel up the stairs I was actually surprised that they were still stairs… They finally reached my bedroom, I was sure they could hear my heart beating. I searched around blindly and quietly, looking for my gun…

"Hey look at this! This is a really nice gun!"

"…." I felt my heart drop. How could I be so careless?

We should take it with us since there is obviously no one he—

"NO! STOP! DON'T. TOUCH. THAT. GUN!" I shouted, banging on the closet doors.

"The hell? America! Someone is here ! open that closet!"

"Great, I just gave up my position… Germany would be so proud… If I'm gonna go out, I might as well go out fighting…"

As the furniture was moved and the doors began to rattle, I readied myself for, probably my last attack. My eyes narrowed when the door cracked. Ready…NOW! I burst through the doors screaming like a spider monkey, my eyes closed tight, and flailing my fists in random directions. I gave myself a mental salute when my fist connected with someone and earned a grunt of pain.

"YOU BASTARDS MUST HAVE UNDERESTIMATED—"

I was suddenly picked up by my hands whoever did that was obviously stronger than anyone.. only Germany has managed to stop my attacks. I opened my eyes and stared into the sky blue orbs in front of me. He was pretty tall, obviously very strong. His hair was dirty blonde and he sported a leather jacket and black leather gloves that were currently rubbing my skin face was soft and made him look no older than twenty. " he's loud and strong… and loud… this must be America."

He had me by both hands and my feet were no longer touching the ground. I struggled.

"Ugh! Cretino imbecile[1] ! Let me go!" The man-boy laughed manically and stated.

"Hey! You're cute!" I stared at him in disbelief along with the others in the room with us. Another one of the men-this one with much lighter blonde hair, stepped forward.

" ….England…?"

" Who are you? Where is Sicily?" I felt my anger rise in my chest. How could they not know that I was a girl? I sighed heavily.

"I am Sicily idiota![2]

The men in the room stared at me with shocked expressions that only made me even more annoyed.

"y-you're Sicily? He asked again. B- but… i-I thought…"

"You thought I was a tipo? [3] Well, someone needs to do their homework…" I finally managed to twist out of America's grip and land perfectly on my feet… I wasn't that high up… England sighed and turned to America.

" She's coming with us…"

"Dude! That's totally fine by me!"

Wh—what HELL NO…!" I began to feel light headed again as I swayed back and forth.

"…Dude… what's wrong with her?" America shouted.

My eyes immediately felt ten times heavier. The room began to spin… and I fell unconscious.

"B-boss? Big Frank? Where are—BOSS! Oh my God!"

"He's dead Sicily… and now…so are you…"

What? Y—*BANG!*

"You're alright kid… you're alright."

'W—who are you? Where's Big Frank?"

"Kid… he's dead… I'm your new boss… Al Capone…"

"Big Al?"

"No. Just Al."

"Yes sir…"

"Um… Hey Sicily.. wake up." A voice came from the black as I opened my eyes to be greeted again by the light blue orbs filled to the brim with curiosity and excitement. I groaned and sat up slowly. I was seated on a soft, dark red couch in a white painted room with plenty of other furniture as well as other people.

"Hey!I recognize some of these guys from Germany's battle plans. America, England, Russia (shudders), China, and brother France, and one that was—translucent? I have to get out of here! But where is here?"

"Um mi scusi… [4] but where am I?" I asked, slightly panicked.

The American piped up. Glad you asked! You're in America Dude!"

[1] dumbass

[2] idiot

[3] man

[4] Excuse me

Well that's it hope you liked the first chapter! I'll be back!

Cleofromegypt. ,3