So, I noticed there was no Hetalia x Totally Spies fanfiction out there. WHY ISN'T THERE?! THIS ATROCITY MUST BE CORRECTED! So, I present you with the first one! Yay!

I don't own Hetalia, Totally Spies, or Clover's credit card.

This chapter is brought to you by the similarities between Clover and Poland.


It was another normal day at Beverly High. Or, as normal as it gets there. Sam and Alex were walking down the hallways, coming back from art class, when they came across Clover. Sam and Alex smiled at their friend.

"Hey Clover!" When she didn't respond, they noticed that she was staring at something with a lovestruck look in her eye and a blush on her cheeks. Sam sighed. "Who is it now, Clover?" The blonde girl finally responded and pointed in the direction she was facing.

"It's him!" The other two girls looked the same way, and they saw a boy with short brown hair, a slight tan, and green eyes. "They say he loves gardening. Maybe I should start a garden! You know, it would look totally pretty depending on the colour." Before she could continue on her rant, the locker opened up, sucked them all in, and closed before anyone had seen anything.

The girls went through the tunnel that they had experienced many times, but never had gotten used to, before they crashed on the soft surface of the couch in the WOOHP office. The moment they got comfortable, they saw Jerry in front of them. Sam sighed, clearly annoyed.

"How many times are we going to go through this, Jerry?" The old British man smiled.

"For as many mission there are." The three girls groaned.

"Just get to the mission." Jerry coughed.

"Right, right. Well then, this mission will be that there is a meeting to take place. A very important one with very important people. These people are very...sensitive to certain events. They must not be harmed." Alex raised an eyebrow.

"So we need to be bodyguards? That doesn't sound like much of a spy job." Jerry smirked.

"I thought you might say that, but I figured you would like this assignment. After all, the meeting is in Milan." At this, the three girls immediately perked up with sparkles in their eyes.

"Did you just say Milan?"

"As in the fashion capital of the entire world?" Jerry nodded, an amused look on his face.

"And that's not all. You get to interact with these people." He brought up a picture on the screen. What was on it made the girls gasp.

It was what looked like a meeting room, but that wasn't the important part. The important part was who was in the room.

Men

Hot, young men.

Not even three seconds later, Sam and Alex were supporting Clover, who had fainted.

"You might want to take the picture down." It was done so. Clover woke up as Jerry continued.

"Now then, for your gadgets, we will be supplying you with Suction Cup Bottom Gogo Boots," He pulled out said boots and gave them a pair each. "and an All Weather Umbrella. More will be supplied at further notice." He gave the umbrella to Sam. "Off you go now!"

Before the girls knew it, they were on a plane to Milan. Clover was shaking Sam back and forth.

"We're going to MILAN! I can't wait to do some shopping in I-ta-ly!" Sam smiled.

"I can't wait either, Clover, but what do you think Jerry meant by, 'More will be supplied at further notice?' Clover shrugged. Just then, it was time to drop.


The three girls were in their fashionable clothes as they admired everything about Milan. Around 7 Italian shops later, Sam checked the time.

"The meeting's going to start in half an hour. What do you say we go there and meet up with those cute guys?" The other two grinned bright at this idea.

5 minutes later, they entered the meeting hall, showing their ID to the guards. Clover looked at the big double doors that separated them from the meeting room.

"This is it, girls. On the otter side lies cute guys and I swear I will protect them with my life!" Sam sweatdropped.

"Clover, no." Clover opened the doors and stepped inside, followed by her two friends.

Inside the room, there was a long, oval shaped table. Only a few people were inside. At the seat they were sitting in, there was a name plate.

Italy Veneziano

Italy Romano

Switzerland

Hungary

China

Britain

Those were the ones who were already there. Clover had her eyes on one of them. The one with the dark brown hair, olive green eyes, and that mysterious curl going to the right. The one labeled Italy Romano. Ignoring all common sense, she went ahead and came up behind the Italian.

"Hey there, I'm Clover." The man, who couldn't be that much older than her, flinched and turned around. His normally hard glare softened at the sight of her.

"Ciao bella." Clover raised an eyebrow.

"It's Clover, not Bella..." The man sighed and mumbled something. He then spoke again, gesturing to the three of them.

"Are you the three spies." They nodded as Clover motioned to her friends.

"This is Sam and Alex." He nodded.

"Lovino Vargas, South Italy." The one next to him with lighter hair, closed eyes, and a curl to the left came over with a bowl of pasta.

"Ve~! Pretty girls! I'm Feliciano Vargas, North Italy! Would you like some pasta?" The spies' features faulting at this seeming random question, Alex shrugged.

"Sure, I could use some pasta." The young man took her wrist and dragged her off to another room, only to return with a plate of pasta. Alex grinned. "This is really good! This guy knows how to cook!" Lovino rolled his eyes.

"Don't get too involved with him, he's just my idiot fratello." Before anyone else could say anything, the door opened and a voice was heard.

"Onhonhonhon~ What is this?" Sam turned around to see the most handsome man she might ever see...


Bad ending to the chapter, I know. But hey, it's all good in the fanfic world, no?

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