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An extra Italy

I do not own Hetalia; all of the characters belong to the real owner.

Also this story contains one of my Ocs

And I cannot type in accents, so bear with me

And I don't cuss, so for certain characters bear with me

This is my first published fanfic, so hope you like it 3

Write comments and tell me what I can do get better

: (gilbird)

As the sun rose at Germany's house, Italy was saying pasta in his slumber while Germany was already up. As he dressed in his usual uniform, he heard a high-pitched scream from outside. He grabbed his gun and rushed towards the sound. "Holy crap! Is someone invading! But most countries are too lazy to attack this early in the morning." He said through his breathing.

As he approached a forest he realized the sound had come from in there, and he readied his shot gun. Germany moved silently and swiftly through the forest. Germany came upon a scene where a small girl was held by her neck, by some burly looking guy. "What the heck are you doing?" Germany scrutinized the man.

"She took an apple from my tree." The burly man responded. The girl was struggling with nice attempts but to no avail with this ox of a man holding her. "L-l-et-go…" She stuttered helplessly. Germany glared at the man with ultra hatred, and he let go. The girl fell to the ground and the man stalked off. The girl on the ground looked quite pitiful, she had scratches on her face and arms and legs. Part of her shirt was torn and now from exhaustion she was passed out on the ground. Germany carefully picked up the small, short girl and walked back to his house.

As he walked he noticed that this girl was cute but she couldn't be older than 16. She had a hair curl, kind of like Italy's. Germany thought to himself. But he didn't know if it was real or fake so he avoided it, just in case. When he reached the door, Germany stopped dead in his tracks. "What if she was a spy?" he thought. He looked down at the girl's innocent looking face, and buried the thought. He went in the door and placed her gently on the couch. "Now, to get Italy's lazy butt up." He walked to his room. When Germany opened the door, he saw a sleeping Italy hugging a pillow with the pictures of pasta on it. Germany walked up to the side of the bed and pulled the covers off Italy. Italy fell to the ground yelling, "Britain you cannot steal my pasta!~". Germany covered the pasta loving country's mouth with his hand. Italy smiled. "It's only you!" he said happily yet groggily.

"Italy I found a small girl in the forest and she needs help. So I guess… I need help." Germany never imagined asking Italy for help ever. "Sure Germany, I'll make her pasta!" he ran in front of Germany to go see the girl, while Germany walked into the living room.

In the living room the girl was sleeping, looking quite adorable. Italy squealed, "She's so cute!" From this squeal it caused the girl to wake up. "Italy!" Germany whispered loudly. When to girl fully opened her eyes, she saw two men looking at her. She stood up and got into a fighting position. She was scared but was pretty tuff. The tall blonde man spoke, "we're not going to harm you. I found you getting strangled so I brought you here. Venziano is gonna help with your injuries." He said softly. She was confused. Italy stepped forward, the girl sat down but her muscles were ready. "Ciao, I'm Venziano, after this I'll make you some pasta!" he said hyper like. He also had an Italian accent. She looked at his hair curl, then at hers. She lounged at him, hugging him. "Fratello!" Italy was falling backwards but Germany helped him stay up.

"Do you know her, Italy?" Germany asked. Italy was hugging the girl back but responded, "Haven't seen her before, but she's Italian! So she's now my sorella!"Italy said happily. Germany pulled Italy away from the girl. "Who are you?" asked Germany sternly. The girl frowned, I'm The Republic of San Marino, I am one of the smallest countries yet the oldest surviving sovereign state and constitutional republic. I'm in the middle of Italy. He's my Fratello; I came to look for him." She said all surely. "Italy, how did you not know you had a sister?" Germany questioned Italy. He just smiled and said "I dunno, sorella want me to teach you how to cook pasta?" Italy said excited to have a little sister. "I know how to make pasta, really good pasta. I love to cook." She pulled on her necklace revealing that it had a big word written at the end. Germany thought it said her name until it revealed to say pasta. "I want one!" Italy yelled. "Yahh! Now I have a pasta buddy! Yahh!" he squealed, being over positive. San Marino joined in because it looked like fun. "Call me Mari" she added. (Ma-ree) Germany being the clean freak that he is put a damper on things. "She needs a bath and clean clothes first. Italy showed her to the bath and don't you have one of your old dresses from your time with living with Austria?" Germany said. Italy took his sister with a "yeah!" and went off. About an half hour later Mari came back wearing a maid's outfit that was short so she looked really hot with a frilly headband and everything. Italy and germany blushed and turned away in unison. "Ready to make pasta Fratello?" she asked happily. "si" Italy responded and they went to the kitchen. "Mister germany, I heard you like wurst. Would you like me to make some?" Mari asked thoughtfully. The way she said it made Germany's face hot. "Sure, Mari." He said. Her young looking face lit up, "yeah!" in some ways siblings are a lot alike…