Name: Marianna Vargas (Related to the Italies. Older sister)
Age: looks 22
Country of Representation: San Marino
(Here we go!)
"You know, I think I'm pretty chubby. What do you think?"
No one responded.
No one was there.
"Oh well! I'm happy being plump!"
Her brothers are so perfect in her mind though. Funny, muscular and had tons of friends. And her brothers pull off the hair curl look that she wishes would go into her bun. As she thought, she compulsively retied her ribbon, re-positioning her chocolate colored bun. The warm Italian sun hit her nicely tanned skin perfectly as she stuck her little piglet toes into the water. It felt so cool and refreshing.
"I mean, I help my brothers all the time. I love them so much! I just wish I could be like them! You'd think that they'd want to be like me since I'm older and all." She sighed and laughed to her self as she sat on the edge of a dock letting her feet rest gently on top of the warm Mediterrean water as her blue and white dress, the colors of her flag, flipped up a bit from a breeze. She was visiting her brothers at a large boat house that the brothers share. and they just went to the store for, you guessed it, pasta ingredients.
"But! I may be the tiny nation of San Marino but hell, I have my family and we make one great Italy as a whole! And it's nice being allies with Germany since he is so strong! I can't wait to meet him finally!"
"Sorella!" (Sister!)
"You guys are home! It's nice to see you!" She hugged them, squeezing them to death.
"Veeee~" Italy was happy when she let go.
"Where is the 'oh-so-great' Germany?" She laughed loudly
"DOITSU DOITSU! COME MEET MY BIG SORELLA MARIANNA!"
Germany walked in, blonde and tall as ever.
"Wow! You are so sweet to help take care of my brother Italy!"
"Thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you."
She hugged him and said, "Pleasure to meet you too! Now eat with us! It will be fun!"
He looked slightly scared but happy to see she was so welcoming.
"You guys should hang out for guy time. Let me cook." She was always happy to help. But she wanted to do it herself. Help was not an option.
"But I wanna help!" Italy whined
"NO DAMNIT! LET ME DO IT! I CAN DO IT!" She screeched to Italy causing him to slink over to Germany and hug him tightly.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you Italy. Ti amo!" (I love you!)
"I love you too sorella Marianna!" He exclaimed, still hugging Germany.
"I don't need help! I can do this!" She hissed stiring the pasta with her brother's sauce. (Mein Gott that sounds dirty)
"Dinner's done you guys! Germany, I got you a beer since that what Italy says you like. And here is your pasta. And uh, Italy thinks highly of you, keep it up. You're showing him how to actually be a man."
"Thank you Marianna, I will." He smiled meekly and sat down with the Italians.
"Fratello (brother) Italy, will you pass me the garlic bread?"
"Si! Here you go Marianna. You mixed the pasta just right veeee~."
There was a temporary silence until Italy yelled,
"Doitsu don't you love pasta? She taught me how to make it!"
"Y-yes. You kind of made me love it now. It tastes great with a beer." Germany blushed at admitting he loves pasta.
"Yay! I'm so glad you like it!" Marianna exclaimed loudly causing Germany to jump a bit.
After awhile of eating and hearing the Italians banter about, Marianna exclaimed,
"I love to eat!"
"You eat too much. You should lay off." Romano said seriously and then laughing causing Italy to laugh as well.
"Oh you guys! I just," It hit her. They called her fat. She was always fine with her weight but her family never commented on it until now. She saw Germany scold him and she said,
"Don't hit my fratello. He didn't mean what he said!" She red with anger.
"Yes I did! I love you sorella but really, lay off the pasta!" Romano kept laughing for some reasoning until he quickly realized no one else was laughing.
"I-" Tears welled up, "I'm going for a walk." Marianna couldn't believe her own brother said such a thing.
Italy's curl twitched in sadness and Germany had a shocked look on his face. He couldn't believe Romano would say such a thing. She slammed the door and ran out to the dock.
"I was always fine with how I look! I don't know why I'm so upset then. Maybe I do care. Maybe I like helping people because it makes me feel better about myself. I know I should be cheerful that I get to eat my favorite dish with my brothers and a nice guest. But, it hurt."
"What hurt? I'm used to hurt."
A soft sweet voice came from behind her. It sounded like music against the moonlight of the water. When she twitched from surprise, her long Bohemian dress fell a bit into the cool clear water.
"WOAH! WOAH DAMNIT! DON'T SURPRISE ME LIKE THAT!"
She was afraid to turn around but she crooked her head just enough to see a tan coat and a big pair of boots. She then slowly looked up and saw, a pale beige haired man of about 6 feet, way taller than her brothers and even taller than Germany who she thought was a giant. He had light violet eyes that met her amber ones for just a second. She was breathless and her hair ribbon slipped out of her bun causing her to fall out and lay in a wavy mass on her back. The tall man extended out a gloved hand and caught the ribbon.
"Your hair looks pretty down. Keep it like that." He pocketed the ribbon much to her dismay.
"REALLY?" She shouted on accident causing him to jump a bit.
"Da." He smiled warmly, "I am Russia and you are?"
"Marianna. I represent San Marino. A small country right here in Italy."