Yes, I rewrote this thing. I personally think it's better, since it goes into more detail. But that's just me.

I don't own Hetalia or it's characters. I DO own this plot.

Arrivederci: Rewritten

Well, to be honest, Chiara didn't know when this.. this feeling started. I guess she'd have to start with that damn World Meeting in Rome.

"Ita-chan!" Antonio cried out, hugging her little sister tenderly.

"Big Brother Spain!" Felicia grinned, hugging him back quickly, not fazed at all.

"How are you, Chiara?" Antonio asked her, when he was done hugging Felicia (Which was a very long time, mind you!)

"Fine as always, tomato bastard!" She had returned, snapping at that damned smile of his.

Of course, he waved it off, and gave her a hug too, though much shorter. Being usual, she struggled against his grip.

"SILENCE!" Ludwig shouted over everyone's noise of chatter or arguments.

"Ooh! oh! Dude, it's my turn to speak!" Alfred exclaimed excitedly.

"No it's not you moron!" Arthur said immediately.

"Ignoring Iggy, I think we should make a huge, awesome hamburger too rule the world! Oh, no one's allowed to disagree with me!" Alfred said happily, slamming his hand on the white board, where he had drawn a silly looking super-hero hamburger.

"I-I agree with America-san." Sakura said, as always.

"Japan! Have your own opinion!" Vash shouted at her, as always.

"Hey, Hey, Ludwig-kun! Let's go eat some pasta!" Felicia suggested to Ludwig, pulling at his arm.

"Nein, we're in the middle of a meeting, Felicia." Ludwig replied, sighing.

"But, Ludwig-kun! I really like pasta!" Felicia pressed.

Uninterested, Chiara's eyes drifted along the room. Arthur and Francis were having their daily quarrel, Alfred was still blabbering nonsense, and Sakura was sitting uncomfortably as Vash instructed her on how to have an opinion.

Everything was the same, as always. And once again, Chiara found herself feeling like she wasn't supposed to be there, only Felicia was. Felicia was only the North Half, but everyone knew her better. It was mutual she guessed, Felicia was more social than her. Yet, it hurt. She felt unneeded. Antonio only thought Felicia was cute, while Chiara was the small pain in his side.

Sighing, Chiara quietly stood up, unnoticed by everyone, and walked over to Felicia.

"Oi, Sorella. I'm going home." She called, turning already towards the door.

"Oh? This early again?... okay. I'll be home when the meeting ends." Felicia turned fully to face her, a weird emotion on her face, like she knew it was going to happen.

Chiara said nothing, just nodded and walked out the door, closing it quietly for once. She started down the corridor, and outside. She called a taxi, got inside, said the address in a cold tone, and sat back.

As she watched the beautiful street light whizzing by, she couldn't help but wonder. Why did Felicia's half look so... so much better than hers? It seemed like everything hated her. Felicia got their grandfather's looks, cheerful attitude, art skill, pretty much everything. What did Chiara get? Close to nothing, just a hair color and a curl..

"Ma'am?" The taxi driver's voice caused her head to snap up, almost violently.

"We're here." He said, nervously shaking at her glare. She threw some money at him and got out.

She entered their house, the one she and Felicia shared. It was right in the middle of their country, and was a quite beautiful villa. She slammed the door behind her, and moodily sat down on the couch, clicking the television on. After finding absolutely nothing good on, she sighed, exasperated.

Unconsciously, she got up and went into the kitchen, and started cooking some random thing. Only after the water started boiling, Chiara realized what she was doing. Well, may as well finish, she thought, shrugging her shoulders.

She dumped in a box of capelli d'andgelo noodles. She stirred until it was ready, and started on the sauce, leaving the pasta on simmer to keep it warm. Tomatoes, meatballs, and various peppers were the ingredients that went in. Surprisingly, Chiara felt much happier when she was cooking. It felt natural and comfortable for her. As she was mixing the sauce, she heard the opening of their front door.

"Sorella! I'm back!" Felicia called, closing the door softly after her.

"'bout Time! How long was the damn meeting?" Chiara exclaimed, poking her head from out the kitchen.

"Not long! But it too some time to separate Arthur-kun and Big Brother Francis!" Felicia explained.

"oh." was all Chiara said.

"Mmmm, do I smell pasta?" Felicia asked suddenly.

"Well, yes. It'll be ready in a few minutes. So get your lazy ass ready for dinner!" Chiara told her sister, waving the sauce covered ladle at Felicia.

"Oka- HEY! I am NOT LAZY!" Felicia exclaimed, before grudgingly trudging up the stairs to change into more casual clothes.

"Okay, whatever you say!" Chiara called after her, returning to her humble kitchen.

yay, first chapter.

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