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Story about Italy Veneziano and things that no one has known about him before. Things that may surprise you.

"This is for "world peace", or so says our bosses," said England. "They think that if we know more about each other, we'll be able to get along." he scoffed at his own comment from how ridiculous he thought it was. "Our bosses want us to write down twenty truths about ourselves. Things that we don't already know. Your past history, your life, how you feel, etc etc etc" explained England. "Be honest in what you write down please, and don't forget to fill all twenty." Everyone began to write. Some were pondering on what to start off with, others were already scribbling everything they could think of down. Italy looked over at Germany, he was blushing as he wrote neatly on his paper. 20 truths. Okay, I can do that. Everyone is doing it, so why shouldn't I? Vee...now it sounds like peer pressure. I just hope no one makes fun of me... Italy was reluctant to write anything. People have told him he was an open book and everyone knew everything about him; so what was he going to write down. Slowly, he lifted a pen to paper and began to write, still thinking about what he would write about.

1. I like pasta.
no...scratch that out. 1. I LOVE pasta...no...everyone knows that. write something different!

Thinking deeply, Italy began to write again. Things people don't know...
After I was done, everyone was told they had to tell theirs. America went first, then England, Russia, everyone. I went last. "Um. Ve..ciao every one! Seignior England, do I have to read this?" I pleaded. "Yes, Italy. Everyone's already went, now it is your turn." he said, slightly annoyed. "Vee...alright. *cough cough* I'll begin now then.

1. My human name is Feliciano Attilio Vargas. Feliciano means "lucky" and Atilio means "war".

2. My grandfather named me. He thought I would be the one to carry on the Roman Empire. He should have chose Lovino. 3. I am Catholic. Very Catholic.

4. My confirmation name is Mark. After the patron saint of Venice, Italy.

5. I am a certified Priest. Have been since the 1100's. In my time, I have wed over 2,000 couples, 900 funerals, 6,000 baptisms and I speak and preach at churches all across Italy. -500 out of the 2,000 were gay and lesbian couples that I wed in secret. I see this as one of my best personal achievments.

"Wow! Italy that is AWESOME!" shouted Prussia. "vee, thank you." I said, smiling back at him.

I continued. 6. I go to church every Sunday, and when can't make it I hold a little ceremony at home, or wherever I am. 7. After World War II, I went to confession every day to confess my sins. I did this for six years straight. Though the priests and sisters all told me I did nothing wrong.

"What were your sins?" Asked America. "YOU DON'T ASK THAT YOU BLOODY GIT!" screamed England at him. "I'm just curious, it has to be horrible if you confessed for six years!"
"It's all right. I don't mind saying. It wasn't too many things. I confessed about the people I killed for one. Being afraid of my circumstances. Arguing, being anxious, not spreading the word of Jesus, not blessing them which curse me, not blessing them that prosecute me. But not just things from the war...just things that I needed to say..." "Like?" piped up America again. England elbowed him hard. "It's alright...vee. It was a long time ago...but it holds true today as well." "Come on dude, spill it!" commanded America excitedly. "A-alright. Well, wearing the clothing of the opposite sex. I was forced as a child to wear a dress, no one knew I was a boy...except Hungary. And then being a homosexual. Smoking. Swearing. Drinking. Hating. Comp-" but Italy was cut off by someone very unlikely. Japan sat straight up and shouted, "YOU'RE GAY!" "Oh...vee. Si." "But what about all the women you hit on!" he asked, still shouting. "Oh, I like women too...but I love a man." Said Italy sheepishly, blushing like mad. "Who?" asked Hungary. Soon, people began chanting. "who, who, who, who, who, who, who!" "Stop bothering him!" ordered Germany loudly, also beginning to blush. "Do you like Germany?" asked France. "Shutup!" shouted Germany, getting angry.
"Vee! Please don't fight! I'd rather not say right now..it makes me sad." explained Italy. Eyes beginning to water. "That's alright, Italy." said England. "Please continue."
"Vee. Okay." said Italy, trying to smile.

"8. At least once a year I preach at the Vatican along with the Pope. I was asked to do this a long time ago, because he said that having the country pray with his people gave people hope in their country. I started doing it during war times, and it stuck as a sort of tradition.

9. When I was 19 (in human years) I adopted a daughter. She was only a baby, so I was able to name her. Bella Gioia was her name. Beautiful Joy. I watched her grow up, get married, have baby's. One of the saddest days of my life is when she died. November 14th, 1642. Like my grandpa, I decided to be the best grandpa I could. I am still in contact with my family today. I am a great great great great great great great great great great great great grandpa..or something like that. Everyone gasped. Their eyes very wide and mouths agape. This was definitely something no one knew. Only Lovi knew about this. "What did she look like mon ami?" Asked France curiously. ". She was the most beautiful thing in the world. I've actually got her picture with me...give me a second.." Italy reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He opened it up and a long line of wallet pictures fell down. "We didn't have camera's back then, so I only have paintings of her." Italy took out thirteen pictures from their slots in his wallet and handed the pile to France. "She's...beautiful. Looks just like you." said France breathlessly. Bella had a deep red, brown hair color like Italy. It was wavy like his and she had beautiful golden eyes. Her skin was fair, a lighter shade than Italy's. She smiled broadly like he did in all of her pictures. In one of them, was a painting of the two together. They looked like father and daughter. She was only about, five years old, and Italy had the appearance of a nineteen year old still. In another, she was in her teens, Italy still 19. Then a picture painted of her and him walking down the isle when she got married. Then one of Italy, Gioia, her husband, and their children. He had a picture of every single one of his grandchildren.
"Veeee. Thank you France. But she looks more like her mother." "I thought you said you adopted Gioia?" asked Russia. "Oh, Si. But I knew her mother. I loved her very much. One day she was...taken advantage of...so she ran away and I found her on the streets. I took care of her..later, she found out she was pregnant. I decided to keep taking care of her. We became good friends. She was only sixteen at the time. She died giving birth to Gioia." every one's expressions became very depressed. Italy smiled at them.
"Vee, it's alright. She's safe in heaven with her family." said Italy, his voice a little wobbly...
"Could we...continue please." begged Italy silently. England nodded and Italy continued. "10. I'm a certified chief. Founded three restaurants in Italy, six bakery's, and nine cafes. Their all called Bella Gioia, after my daughter.
11. I still have all of her childhood belongings in my house packed away along with my own. 12. In her room, I have all of the paintings I drew of her, and that she drew. It is so filled with paintings that you can't see the wall. 13. I've painted several churches and cathedrals across Italy.

14. My grandpa taught me to paint. And sing. 15. I used to write music. Simple things like orchestra's and operas.
"You've written operas? That's like, totally cool." said Poland. "16. Sometime in the 1800's I became blind." at this everyone gaspaed again. "What?" breathed Germany, confused. "Blind. The doctors said it was glaucoma. I don't really remember what that means though. I had to walk around with a cane, but usually I stayed in bed, or around the house. I tried making pasta one time and I got burned pretty bad." Italy lited up his sleeve to reveal a fading, but still horrifying, scar. "Wow...that is one sick scar dude." said America in awe. "Vee, thank you?" Italy said, slightly confused.
"Please continue, aru." said China. "I'd like to hear the rest." people nodded in agreement. "Okay...where was I...oh yes. 17.

"17. I do a lot of work with the mafia. But my brother does more." people looked at Italy and laughed. "You work..for the mafia?" "Well, Si..." "For a while I was quite rebelious...I became a bit of a murderer...but it was for the good. They were all criminals anyways." Everyone looked at Italy in surprise. Murder was not something they thought Italy to be able to think about...let alone commit. "Si, but I can't say more. Mafia is very secretive." said Italy, smiling slightly morbidly. Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, despite wanting to know more.
"Vee...18. I play over thirty instruments." No one was that surprised at this one, Italy was very talented in the arts. "Like, what instruments?" asked Poland.
"Vee...hmm...Piano, violin, cello, viola, bass, guitar, lute, accordion, organ, drums, trumpet, trombone, saxophone, flute, french horn, and tuba just to name a few." "Cool dude! I play the saxophone as well!" exclaimed America.
"I play the guitar!" said Spain. For a minute, everyone went around saying what they could play. Everyone looked at Germany to see if he would say anything. "What about you Germany?" asked Japan. "Oh! Bruder? West plays the c-" Prussia was cut off by Germany's hand flying over his mouth. "Bruder!" everyone laughed. Germany's face was bright red. "vee! I want to know! What does Germany do!" after a minute, Prussia got free from Germany's hand and said. "He plays the cello and sings!" every one in the room gawked at that. "When he was a boy he was part of the children's choir...such a pretty voice!" "BRUDER!" shouted Germany, very embarresed. "We're here to hear Italy's story. Not mine." Everyone agreed with Germany, and Italy was asked to continue his storys.
"vee..okay. 19. Despite what it may seem. I'm very athletic. I can run a mile in four minutes flat. I play football often. I even help train the national team, along with my frattello." This was surprising to people. "Then why do you slack during training!" asked Germany, confused. "
"Vee...well...I only like working out for fun...but if it's work..it's boring." explained Italy. Germany sighed. "So if you ever want to play a game of futball, just ask! Ti rompo le cicche! (I'll kick your butts!) Romano laughed at this, and agreed. "He is that fucking good at football." said Romano proudly. "So what is your final truth?" Germany asked. ". Si! 20! When grandpa died, I lived with Austria, Hungary and Holy Rome. I was a servant in the house and dressed like a girl. Because of this, no one knew I was a boy, aside from Hungary and myself. Austria didn't find out I was a boy until my voice changed." said Italy, laughing slightly. Everyone turned to Austria. "Really, man? Really?" asked Prussia. Austria's face was bright red. "Hey! If you saw him in a dress, you'd think he was a girl too!" everyone laughed...Italy joined in too..though he didn't find it all that funny. "So who is this "holy roman empire'?" asked Japan. "Oh, well...he was in control of lots of Europe a long time ago. He was ...the boy I was talking about earlier." Everyone gawked. Aside from Hungary. She always knew this. "Tell us about it! Where did he go?" asked Russia. He's a sucker for love stories. "Vee...well...not much to tell. We were only kids. One day he had to leave for war...I gave him my old push broom to remember me by, and then he asked me what people in my country gave to people they love. I said a kiss. So then that's what he gave me...and he told me he loved me since the 900's. He was the first person to tell me they loved me. He asked me to wait for his return...he's still not back yet. France told me he died...but I don't think he is."
"Can nations die?" Asked America. "Not usually. But Holy Rome was an Empire, like Grandpa, his empire fell." explained Italy. "But what do you mean that you don't think he's dead?." asked England.
"In here," said Italy, pointing to his heart. "He is the type that wouldn't make promises that he knew he couldn't keep. He knew he would come back to me. So I will wait until he does." Everyone looked at Italy very sympathetically. Slowly, tears began to fall from eyes. The strange thing was, was that he was smiling. He was happy. "Are you alright Ita-chan?" asked Spain.
"Si..I'm happy. I don't get to talk about Holy Rome often, so it's nice to do so." Italy wiped away his tears again, when suddenly his phone went off. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cell phone. "Scuzzy." said Italy politely. He answered the phone and headed to the door. "Ciao Nicola!" said Italy happily exiting the conference room. "Come e mio nipote?" closing the door behind him, he sat in the hall to talk on the phone. Everyone was silent. The person to break the silence was Germany. "Romano, who was on the phone?" Germany asked the older of the Italians. "Oh..si. That was Nicola." he replied.
"Who is Nicola?" asked Japan. "Nicola is his grandson...well his great great great...dammit so manny greats...he's Veneziano's really really great grandson."
"Aaah." everyone said. Understanding. "Tu sei fuori? Io ci sarò breve. Subito dopo l'incontro lascia fuori al più presto." Italy spoke into the phone. Everyone in the conference room could hear him in the hallway. Curious again Germany asked Romano what Italy had said. "He said that Nicola was outside, and he'll be out shortly after the meeting gets out soon." said Romano. Italy hung up his phone and went back into the conference room. Everyone stared at him. Like hearing that he was talking to Nicola confirmed that everything Italy said was true. How could such a happy person, have such a sad life? Everyone thought. "Sorry...that was Nicola...my grandson. He's waiting outside..." everyone looked at him understandingly. Then, he smiled. "Would any of you like to meet him?" he asked, happily. Almost simotamiously, everyone stood up and said yes. "vee! Yay! He'll be happy to meet you all." England ended the meeting and everyone put their jackets on and headed outside following Italy. Germany walked right next to Italy, not saying a word, still trying to absorb everything his best friend had told everyone. Everyone stepped outside the building and saw, sitting on the bench. A boy who looked identical to Italy. He smiled and sat up and ran to Italy. Italy scooped him up in his arms and spun him around. "Nonno!" shouted Nicola. He had to be only ten. "Oh Nicola! I've missed you!" Italy hugged his grandson tightly and planted kiss upon kiss on Nicola's head. "Vee...Nonno, who are they? Wait! Is that Sig Germany!" "Si Nicola, how did you know?" he smiled and ran to Germany. "I recognize you from Nonno's stories he tells! He talks about you a lot." At this statement, Germany blushed again. "Danke?" said Germany. -
After everyone met Nicola and left for home, only Germany and Italy remained. "Tua madre deve essere preoccupata per te, ti porterò a casa. (your mother must be worried about you, I'll take you home.) "Va bene Nonno...(alright grandpa)" sighed Nicola. "Want to come Germany?" asked Italy. "Umm...ja, sure." he said back. "Vee, yay! You can meet my family!" exclaimed Italy.

After meeting everyone in Italy's family, Germany and Italy left. "Wow...it's still hard to believe that you have a family other than your brother." Italy looked confused. "Why is that?" "Well, I've never heard of a nation having a family before. Aside from our grandfathers." said Germany, referring to his Vati Germania, and Grandpa Rome. "I guess your right. But I wanted a family, and there I was with the opportunity to have one, so I thought, why not? veee, it was the best decision of my life." The two walked, side by side thru a small Italian town. "Hey, Germany." said Italy. "Ja?" "Would you like to come see my house?" "I've seen your house before." "No...that is just where I stay sometimes...I mean my real house...I'd like to show you some things..." said Italy, sounding slightly sad. Looking down at the Italian's face, it was hard for Germany to say no. "Ja, alright." And so Italy called a taxi, and the two were on their way to Italy's real house.

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