Author's note: Well, I really don't know what to say except the fact that this is my first fanfiction, haha. I hope everyone is in character, and uh, I'll be centering this story on Italy and America. They're also reading the atmosphere, so it's Smart!Italy and Smart!America. Reviews, favorites, and follows will be appreciated, as well as constructive criticism. This fanfiction will also be those superpower, superheroes and villains type of fanfictions, but they won't really have supernatural powers except for the canon ones, and will have high-tech gadgets and weapons, and those kind of cool stuff. So.. I hope you enjoy reading this...?
It was a bright, cheerful and a sunny day in Venice. Italy Veneziano, also known as Feliciano Vargas, decided to visit one of his beautiful cities in his country. Italy loved this city. Sure, there are other places around the world that also has a usual sunny and had a great weather in summer, and has a great number of tourist attractions, but no other place in the world could replace the marvelous city of water. With a rich history and beautiful monuments and landscapes, it was bound to attract tourists and people from all over the world, which made Venice itself very special. After finishing ridiculous amount of paper works and handling world affairs, Italy thought it was only reasonable to relax and enjoy what the city Venice can offer while working in a small café.
***Changing point of View~~~
Ve~ It's so fun to relax like this once in a while and talk with the pretty ladies! Italy thought as he hummed while taking orders from the starving tourists and the local residents. Just then, a person swung the door open, causing the door to chime as it moved.
"Ciao! Welcome to Caffe Florian! May I take your order?" Italy asked casually.
The customer scratched the back of his head and replied. "Hey dude! I would like to have a cup of latte, nothing else."
Just as the customer finished his order, Italy opened his eyes wide, recognizing the customer's face. "Veeh? What are you doing here Alfred? Have you decided to tour Venice as well?"
America's jaw dropped down to the ground, but he quickly recovered as he pulled a big, goofy grin. "Feli! I also didn't expect to meet you! I guess it's a coincidence. I mean, you sometimes do have to relax when you're stressed. You know our daily jobs, paper works, politics, economy issues, world meeting, the list goes on."
"Ve~ I also came here for the same reason. It's not bad working in a café and enjoying the view in Venice. Wait here a second; I need to get your latte~" Italy said in a singsong voice as he skipped into the kitchen, and then returned back with the latte after a few minutes or so.
Just as America was going to drink his latte, Italy chided. "You're going to spill that coffee is you drink it while standing up. Here, take a seat, ve~" "Thanks dude," America thanked and sat down on the chair Italy had offered.
Both looked at each other until America broke the silence. "It's been a while since we properly talked to each other. It seems like we have plenty of time catching up with each other, little buddy" America chuckled. "Let's actually be ourselves and read the atmosphere for once."
"You're right. Let's do so." Italy replied seriously.
"I forgot to ask at the last world meeting, but when and where does the next world meeting take place?" America questioned.
"Didn't Germany give each of us calendars for the very purpose? It's really handy, ve~" Italy asked curiously.
"I was too busy acting like a buffoon and not bother with the calendar, really. I think it's somewhere in the house, waiting for it to be found," America muttered as he scratched the back of his head again.
"The meeting will be held tomorrow at 8:00 AM in Palacio de Comunicaciones, Madrid, Spain. Try not to be late," Italy simply replied.
"Thanks about that. I can't be late again or England will yell at me for fifteen minutes, and shove his scones and the cake down my throat," Alfred said with a low, grave voice.
Italy shuddered. "Not the cake! Surely the cake is too much for you, or even all of us to handle! I still wonder how you've survived The Wrath of England for this long."
"I know right? Last time, England was so angry that steam literally spewed out from his nostrils and his eyes were full of hellfire!" America exclaimed, frantically waving his arms.
"Ve~ It was so funny and awfully terrifying at the same time, I didn't know what to say. I basically screamed the first thing that came into my mind, which was pasta.
America started to laugh so hard that tears were coming out from his eyes. "Seriously! Of all things you can think of, it was pasta! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Remember what Francis said after that? He said, "The sexual tension between all of you is thick enough to cut it with my hair straightener!" After that, all hell broke loose and then we started to argue."
Italy grinned at the previous meeting's events. He remained silent for a while and then spoke up. "Ve, if we continue our meetings like this, nothing will be completed, you know. We hardly make any progress, and it's a miracle if we did."
America snorted. "We will make a huge progress in our world meetings when Romano will stop spewing out his rainbow of profanities, which will never happen. But you know, some of the events that took in our previous meetings are still hilarious!" America exclaimed enthusiastically, and then took a sip of his latte.
Italy cracked a smile. "I guess you're right, ve."
Their conversation was pleasant and enjoyable for both of them. It was nice to remembering good memories and some embarrassing ones while laughing and having a great time. They continued their conversation by switching to various subjects until it was time for the café to close.
"Alfred, have you got a place to stay for tonight?" Italy questioned as they both excited out of the café door.
"Nope. I just got here today," Alfred replied, and then yawned.
"Well, I'm staying at an apartment, and the owner of the apartment is a good friend of mine. You can spend the night there, if you want to that is. There are also two bedrooms in my room, so you don't have to sleep on the couch," Italy calmly explained.
America brightened up a little and gave Italy a bone-crushing hug. "Thanks man! You're the best!"
"Ve~ Let's go home and eat pasta together!" Italy exclaimed.
While the two were involved in a little heart-melting moment, a few meters away in a dark alley was a shady-looking man with a gray tweed suit and a gray top hat involved in a serious phone call.
"So yes. Yes. I see. So, basically, is the object of the mission is to force information out of , also capturing him if possible." After that statement, a possibly huge yell was heard on the phone. "S-Sorry about that sir. I'll be more careful. Right, I got it." The shady man then closed his cell phone lid and walked out of sight.
Well, that's it for chapter one.