Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers/World Series, or anything else, save for my OC, Sicily/Nicoletta Vargas.

Chapter One:

Underlings

Spain had always wanted underlings of his own.

His friends had them - Austria had Italy, Prussia had his brothers and sister, that brat England was somehow managing to get his siblings {though, they basically just listened to Scotland, or did whatever the hell they wanted to do, instead of listening to him}. All he wanted was his own little underlings - people he could look after, and get to do his chores, like cleaning up messes, or helping him make food. Yet, the option never seemed available, until, one fateful day, he'd been called to Austria's house.

The young man had, warily, walked into Roderich's house, to find little Italy crying, pleading with Austria over something.

"Not big brother and big sister!" his young hermano cried out.

Antonio raised an eyebrow, looking at his fellow nation. "Aye, Austria," he spoke up. "Que pasa con Feli?"

Austria sighed, before looking over his shoulder. "Nicoletta, Lovino!" he called out. "Will you come here, please?"

Just a minute had passed, before two young children, maybe around the same age as Feliciano, bounded into the room.

One was a boy, his hair a dark brown, with maybe a tint of red, if you glanced, and gold eyes, much like his brother's. He had a bit of a chubby face, and he was dressed in a pink shirt, a white apron, blue trousers, and black shoes, with a white cloth tied around his head.

The other child was a girl, with the same pale complexion, and the same chubby face. She had the same dark brown hair, only her's was longer and wavy, and her eyes were brown, with gold flecks in them. She wore a white apron, over a long-sleeved powder blue dress, black shoes, and a white cloth tied around her head, that had a flower embroided on it.

"Spain, zhese are Italy's older siblings, Romano," he pointed at the boy, who adverted his gaze, with a frown. "Und Sicily," he pointed at the little girl, who gave him an innocently curious look. "You vant sovereignty over zhem?"

Antonio was utterly speechless. Austria...the biggest puta he knew...was letting him have sovereignty over two lands - Italy's brother and sister! It was a dream come true...wait, was he dreaming? He sure as hell hoped he wasn't...

"Que?" the young man finally managed to speak, only, it sounded more like a nervous cry. "Are you serious? Wowzers! Thank you!"

"Yes, yes, vhatever," Austria waved him off. He looked down at the two children. "Now, you two behave for Spain, understand?"

Romano let out what had sounded like a scoff, while his sister quietly nodded her head, crossing her arms over her tiny chest, and looking down at her feet, her cheeks beginning to flush a pale pink color.

Spain had just dropped the two kids off at his home, and had decided he was going to celebrate. After all, his wish had been granted. He had just gotten not one, but two underlings. And they were utterly adorable. How could he not be happy?

He stood in a hilly, flower-studded field, about a few minutes away from his home. The sunshine poured down onto the land, and there was a warm breeze. It was a beautiful day, perfect for celebrating.

Filled with joy, Antonio began skipping happily, cheering.

"I finally have underlings~ I finally have underlings~" he sang, grinning ever so happily. "All this time, I thought Austria was a puta, but, turns out, he's a really nice guy!"

Yeah...keep holding onto that dream, sweetheart...

He lifted himself off the ground, soaring for what seemed like forever {though, it was only a few seconds, at most}. "Hooray!" he cheered. "I'm so happy~"

His mood changed when he came home, after his little celebration frolic in the field.

Romano had been found sprawled on the floor, sleeping, surrounded by a big mess. Sicily, on the other hand, had been hiding under the table, playing with her doll, Venus, unaffected by her surroundings, entirely.

Spain's jaw dropped, sweat dropping from his head. "Q...Que?"

Sicily looked up from her doll, at the older man. "Bongiurno, Mistah Spain," she greeted, nonchalantly. "How was your walk?"

Antonio couldn't even react. Only a few thoughts could go through his head. Austria, that stupid hijo de puta had just burdened them with him, because they were lazy butts.

Next time he saw him, he was so going to fucking kill him...

Alright, I don't know why I started writing this. I guess when you watch too much Spain the Boss and Chibi Romano, this shit happens. But, I can't help it! I love those two, so much! :) I had been working on Sicily, since before Ireland ever even came into my mind {too many years spent on Golden Girls}, and I decided I was going to tell the story of her living with Spain and her big brother Romano.

I'm going to explain somethings about Sicily; her life was thrown back and forth, since the time of her birth. For years, she didn't have any influence but herself, then the Greeks came to her land, and, then, later on, the Romans seize Sicily for themselves, then the Vandals invaded, the Ostrogoths ruled for a good while, then it's the Byzantine Empire who occupy her land, then after them the Arabs had control over her, the Normans come into the picture, followed by the Houhenstaufen, the Angevin French, the Aragonese {who, I think ends up being big sister Sardinia...If I remember correctly, that is...}, then, finally, she goes to live with Spain.

How I know all this comes from this one website called thinksicily . com {removing the spaces}. Hopefully, it's right, cuz that's where I've got information from...

Anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed this little chapter. There are going to be more on the way {and, yes, I'm still updating my other stories...they just take a while to write, cuz they're longer in chapters, k?}. Review if you liked, pretty please!

Hosta la pasta~