Author's note: Hey peoples, this is basically an intro of my Hetalian oc. And doing the intro with me today, well...is...no one. I'm going solo right now. Perhaps later I'll have someone with me, who knows. I do not own Hetalia, I only own my personal plots and my oc, Sardinia. Enjoy.
One Crazy World
"Papa, I don't want you to go!" the sweet little toddler pleaded, hugging her father around the leg, as if her efforts would keep him from leaving her behind.
Her father looked down at her, his eyes full of pain as he gently removed his daughter from his leg, lifting her up and holding her lovingly in his arms, "Oh, Dilectione, I wish I didn't have to leave either, but I have to. But don't you worry, I'm going to leave you with Grandpa Rome, and he'll watch over you while I'm gone. Alright, Sardinia?"
Sardinia sniffed, nodding her head slowly, "Okay Papa." She said, hugging her father around the neck, "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too, Dilectone."
Sardinia hugged her pillow to her chest, both out of nervousness and fear. Sure Spain's house was nice, and Spain himself was friendly, plus Romano was here so she wasn't alone, but all the moving around from place to place since Grandpa Rome left had her feeling a bit uneasy.
Rolling over she sighed, she missed Italy and Holy Rome, and she missed Grandpa Rome even more.
Sitting up, she removed her covers, swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and set her bare feet on the cold floor. Quickly grabbing her pillow she went to her bedroom door and opened it, casting glances both ways down the hall before leaving her room and shutting the door behind her.
A few doors down she stopped at the one she remembered Spain telling her was the door to his room. As quietly as she could she reached up, cracked open the door, and peaked inside, where she saw Spain getting ready for bed too.
"…Spain…?" she asked, her voice an almost inaudible whisper.
Miraculously Spain managed to hear her, "Sardinia?" Turning around he saw her standing in the doorway, "What are you doing up?" he asked, kneeling down in front of her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, "It's getting late, you should be in bed."
Sardinia hung her head a little, "I tried to, but…I can't sleep."
"Aw, poor chicka," Spain wrapped her in a soft hug, "You feeling homesick?"
Sardinia silently nodded, "Can…can I sleep with you?"
Spain seemed to think it over for a minute, "Alright, if you're sure it will help you feel better."
Sardinia smiled up at him, "Thank you Spain!" she said, jumping into his arms for another hug, "You're so nice."
Picking her up Spain carried Sardinia over to the bed, and she thought she could just hear him mutter, "Perhaps you should tell that to Romano." Setting her down on one side of the bed, Spain made sure she was comfortable before he too climbed in bed for the night. Sardinia snuggled close to Spain, and stayed curled up beside him, "Goodnight Spain."
Spain gave her a gentle smile as he wrapped a protective arm around the little country, "Goodnight chicka, sweet dreams."
"What the h***!?" an angry voice shouted, waking Sardinia up and startling her so much she nearly fell over the edge of Spain's bed. Looking up she saw a furious looking Romano at the foot of the bed, "Why is Sara in your bed with you, you tomato loving b******!?"
"Now, Romano." Spain sweat dropped, trying to defend himself and calm Romano down, "Listen to me, I can explain."
Sardinia watched as Romano made all kinds of threats and called Spain a bunch of mean names, and it made her feel a little sad. Sliding off the bed she walked over to Romano and hugged him, catching him a little off guard, "Sara!? What are you doing!?"
"Please don't yell at Spain, Romano." She requested, resting her head against her cousin's shoulder, "He didn't do anything wrong. I was feeling a little homesick last night so I asked Spain if I could stay with him. He was just trying to help me feel better."
Romano blushed a bit as Sardinia released him from her hug, and simply went to holding his hand. Turning back to Spain, "I won't yell at you about this anymore," he sighed before adding quickly, "But only because Sara asked me not to."
"Thank you Romano." Sardinia smiled, hugging him again.
Romano rolled his eyes, looking back at Spain who was smiling at the both of them, "What are you looking at you big jerk? The whole reason I came in here was because I was hungry, now go make me something for breakfast! And you," he demanded, making Sardinia let go of him, "Go change into some clothes other than your nightgown."
Sardinia giggled as she nodded and began making her way back to her room. She could still hear Spain talking, "You two are so cute together."
"Shut up!"
Closing the door to her room Sardinia changed into her outfit consisting of light tan pants that reached only just past her knees, a white shirt with short puffed out sleeves, and a grey blue over tunic that stopped just above her knees. Then she put on her belt, socks and boots, tying her hair up out of the way like always.
Content with her appearance she made her way downstairs to join Spain and Romano for breakfast. When she wasn't too far from the kitchen she saw some flowers right outside an open window. Quickly she jumped onto the window sill for a better look.
She thought the flowers were really pretty, they almost looked like daisies, but they were a warm yellow orange color, with a deep red stripe going down the center of each petal.
Looking at the flowers Sardinia thought to herself, 'They're so pretty. I know, I'll pick one for Spain, to say thank you.' And reaching down she plucked a perfect looking flower and carried it proudly into the kitchen.
Romano was waiting impatiently at the table, scowling at Spain, as if that would make him cook faster. Spain was busy finishing with cooking breakfast and setting it on the table. Sardinia walked over and gave the edge of his tunic a firm tug to get his attention.
Spain looked down, "Good morning Sardinia, what have you got there?"
Sardinia blushed as she held up the flower for Spain to see. "I just wanted to say thank you…for being so nice to me."
Spain smiled as he took the flower from her, "Aw, thank you, my Florecita."
Romano jumped up, "What are you calling her you b******!?"
"Romano, calm down." Sardinia said, climbing into the chair next to him, "Florecita means little flower."
Spain grinned, "I guess we'll need to have some more Spanish lessons Romano."
"Shut up, you big jerk!"
Sardinia giggled, living at Spain's house might be nice after all.
"Sara, hurry up." France half whined, as Sardina tried to catch up.
"You know France I would move faster if you hadn't put me in this." She snapped, motioning to the dress and shoes France had practically forced her to wear, "Plus my hair keeps getting in my face, it didn't do that when I had it tied up."
"Yes, but you look so cute now." France gushed.
"Don't you think this is a little too dressy for a battle?" Sardinia asked, running to keep up with her older cousin's long strides.
"One should always look fabulous," France grinned, "Even on the field of battle."
Sardinia sighed, ever since France had taken control of her he always made her wear more girly outfits, much to her displeasure. Sure she didn't mind looking nice, but France's idea of nice, made it tougher for her to do the things she liked.
"If you ask me France, this is too flashy, what if we get spotted?"
France laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, "Now Sara, you worry too much."
No sooner had those words left France's mouth, when an arrow hit the tree right by their heads, making Sardinia scream in fear, clinging to France as soliders came out from the surrounding trees and cornered them.
The figure that appeared to be the leader approached them. He was taller than Sardinia by a good bit, but he was shorter than France. Peeking around France Sardinia tried to get a better look at the figure, but most of his features were obscured by a dark cloak and hood, but his confidant smirk could easily be seen.
"Well now France, seems your flashy clothes have betrayed your location again." He laughed, but stopped when he noticed Sardinia cowering behind France, "And who is this you have with you."
France glared, "You leave her out of this, Black Sheep of Europe!"
That seemed to hit a nerve, "Shut up, Frog!"
Sardinia cowered as the two got into a more and more heated argument, their insults kept escalating and she was terrified that it would soon come to physical blows. Her eyes beginning to water she stepped forward, "Stop!"
Both France and the figure stopped fighting and looked to Sardinia, who was so close to crying the sight would have broken your heart, "Stop fighting, there has been enough bloodshed hasn't there? France, you can't fake it anymore, I know you were putting on a brave face for me but, it's over, and we lost, stop trying to fight the truth." Then turning to the figure she pleaded, "Please just let us go, there has already been enough death, on all sides of this battle, there doesn't need to be anymore."
The man in the black cloak sighed, his shoulders drooping as he turned away, "Go." He ordered, pointing them away from the battlefield.
"But sir!?" one of the solider stammered.
"Let them go." He ordered again.
France grabbed Sardinia's hand and they both hurried away. She looked back over her shoulder, giving one last glance to the figure as he and his men disappeared among the trees.
'Thank you.' She thought silently, following France to safety.
Sardinia hummed to herself as she walked down the long hallway. Today was the day, the day she had been waiting for, the day that Italy would stand on his own two feet. Well…not entirely on his own, Sardinia would be there for him every step of the way, after all she had promised Grandpa Rome that she would watch out for him.
"Mea neptis." Grandpa Rome held Sardinia close, "I know you don't want me to leave, but I'm afraid that my time with you and Italy is coming to an end."
"Please, Grandpa Rome." She cried, tears streaming down her face as she hugged him tighter, "I don't want the same thing to happen to you that happened to Papa. I don't want you to go away."
"I'm sorry my little Sara, but I have to. But there is one thing I want to ask of you."
"What?" Sardinia sniffed, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
"I want you to look out for Italy and Romano for me."
"How can I watch out for them, they're both older than me?"
Grandpa Rome chuckled lightly, "I know they are older than you, but Sara, you always think about what is best for them, and I know you will do what is best for them. Promise me now."
"I-I promise G-grandpa. I promise."
And now, finally, after all those years of being separated and passed around from house to house, all three of them were coming back together.
Turning the corner Sardinia was so excited to see both of her cousins waiting for her.
"Stop it with your hug therapy!" Romano shouted, trying to pry his younger brother off of him.
"But Romano-"
"Italia! Roma!" Sardinia smiled as she ran the final few yards and caught both boys in a warm and loving hug. Italy released Romano and then proceeded to hug his female cousin instead. Romano relaxed, accepting Sardinia's embrace, though he still didn't return it.
"Are you two ready?" she asked, letting them both go.
"Si!" Italy cheered.
"Si." Romano said, not displaying the same level of enthusiasm as his little brother.
Sardinia smiled, gently taking Italy's hand in her right, and Romano's hand in her left. "After today we'll all be together again. Just think, now none of us will be alone again."
Italy beamed, and even Romano cracked a grin as they both reached forward, grabbing the handles of the doors in front of them. Heads held high the three of them walked into the main hall, ready to declare their independence and unification to the world.
Aralyn: Thank you for reading. Like I said before this is just an introduction of my Hetalia oc Sardinia, and a bit of her childhood.
Sardinia: By the way, a few translations. Dilectone - latin for love, it was my Papa's nickname for me. Mea neptis - latin for my granddaughter pretty self explanatory since Roman Empire is my grandpa.
Aralyn: Once again, thank you for reading, and don't forget to review. Plus there is a picture of Sardinia on my deviantart account, so if you're interested go ahead and look her up. Have a great week everyone!
