Author's Note: So guys, I'm going to be doing a Hetalia fanfic. There are going to be several stories like this one. There are going to be separate stories about the Hetalia little sisters. I'm going to try and post as many stories as I can.
I walked around not knowing where I was going. I looked around me. I was scared. I heard a high pitched scream somewhere. I looked around frantically. I saw someone with brown hair and curl very much like my own running towards me.
"Germany! Germany help!" The person screamed. He ran closer to me. Before I could do anything the man ran into me. I fell to the ground. He landed on top of me. My arm shook. The man looked down at me, got up and helped me to my feet. "I'm so sorry!"
"Italy! Vat is the matter?" A man with blonde hair called as he ran towards us. When he got closer he looked over at me. "Italy, who is this?"
"I don't know. I accidentally bumped into her." The one called Italy said. I looked back and forth between the two. My hand shook even more. I was really scared. Italy looked over at me and squatted down so he was about the same height as me. "What's your name."
I looked at him. I took a minute to answer. "I-I'm Siena. Everyone calls me Mirella though."
"Vere's your parents? Are you lost?" The one I assumed was Germany asked. I shook my head. I felt the tears form in my eyes.
"I don't know." I said. I felt the tears fall down my cheek. I took my hand and wiped away the tears. I just started to cry more. "I don't know."
Italy bent over and hugged me. He rubbed my back then stood up. "Come on, I'll make you some pasta."
He held his hand out. I grabbed it and followed him home.
I watched him closely as he made pasta and sauce. It smelled delicious. I wonder why he was being so nice to me. I looked up at him. He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and laughed. Maybe it was just who he was.
When we sat down to eat I looked down at my plate. There was way too much pasta on the plate. I took a small bite. It was the best thing I had ever tasted. Before I knew it the whole plate was almost empty.
"Thank you. It was very delicious!" I said. He smiled.
"Thank you." Italy said. He picked up the plates and I picked up the silverware. He put the plates in the sink. I stood up on my tippy toes and threw the silverware in the sink. Italy walked out and motioned me to follow him. I followed him down a couple of hallways until we reached a small room. There was bed in there with a small blanket on it. "You can sleep in here. I'll be right back."
I walked over to the bed and sat down on it. It was very comfortable. After a few minutes Italy walked back in. He tossed a shirt at me. It was obviously one of his own because it was far too big for me. He told me that I could wear that to bed. He closed the door behind him so I could get dressed. I took off the dress that I had been wearing for who knows how long and threw on the shirt. I hopped off the bed and opened the door.
"Thank you." I said. I yawned.
"No problem. But it's time for you to go to bed." Italy said. I walked back inside. I got underneath the blanket and Italy sat down on the edge of the bed. He talked to me until. I had finally fell asleep. For the first time I had a place that I could call home.