This is just a story about the nations meeting Americans. Nothing really special but I hope its interesting for you all.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the OCs.

The sky had turned gray. Clouds loomed over Italy's capitol city, Rome. Citizens noticed the signs of a storm and raced to finish groceries so they could find shelter in their homes. An American Teenage girl stood alone, looking up. Her face did not seem to give away any of her thoughts as she examined the sky.

"I see it's going to rain soon," she told herself bluntly. The girl continued to walk until she found a nice porch to sit on. She didn't care whose it was or if she was trespassing, as long as it covered her from the rain. With one more glance around the area, the American seemingly tired, drifted off into sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hetalia: Axis Powers~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"That stupido tomate bastardo!"

"F-Fratello!" The representation of Northern Italy attempted to give his older brother his 'hug therapy'. "Please calm down! It was just Big Brother Spain being himself!"

Romano scoffed as he trudged down the road on the walk back home, Italy still clinging to him. "That tomato loving bastard better apologize the next time I see him. 'Cute' No way man. I am a man you idiota! Where do you get cute from- huh?!"

"A-Are you asking me? Because I think you actually do-"

"That was a rhetorical question idiota!"

Italy stopped trying to calm his brother down and sighed sadly. "… I want pasta."

"We'll make some when we get home damnit!"

The two continued onward silently. Romano stomped his way down the street with Italy not far behind him still thinking about lovely pasta. They had just had a run in with Spain not moments ago. The meeting was going somewhat smoothly until Italy brought up something causing Romano to rampage about with a flushed face. Spain then started saying all that cute nonsense and Romano had finally had it with the two idiots. He bonked his former guardian on the head and practically dragged his brother away. He hated when Spain obsessed about his 'Cuteness'. He was a full grown country for god sakes!

It was at that moment however, when the rain began to fall. Little droplets of water came pouring down on them with a rushed speed. Was it even supposed to shower that day?

Romano frowned. "OH GREAT! Now it's fucking raining!"he continued to mutter curses at the sky under his breath. Italy did not care as much.

The two Italians stopped at the corner before their street, allowing a car to pass. As the car drove by, however, the wheels collided with a huge puddle just beside the sidewalk. The water splashed up and drenched Romano even more but for some reason did not even wet his brother.

"FUCK! WHAT THE HELL BASTARD?!" Romano felt Italy tap him on the shoulder meekly.

"Ve~ Fratello? Who's that?" he asked.

"Who's who?" Romano's eyes followed Italy's gaze and landed on a small figure … sitting on their porch. What the hell? "Who's that?"

"I asked you that Fratello."

Romano ignored him and crossed the street. Swiftly he raced to their house and stopped at the porch steps, Italy not too far behind him. He stared in confusion at the unwanted figure. It appeared to be a girl. A beautiful girl. Her dark brown hair draped over her shoulder and her eyes were closed.

"This bella is pretty, ve~!" Italy commented. Romano just shrugged and began to shake her to wake her up. He stopped when his brother began squealing, "No fratello, you can't just wake her up!"

Romano pulled away and asked, "Why not?"

"She looks really tired!"

"But I want her off my fucking porch damnit!"

"B-but Fratello! That'd be rude to wake her up! Besides, what if she's like Miss Hungary and she has her own league of frying pans hiding under her skirt just waiting to kill us!"

Romano lifted an eyebrow and gave his brother an incredulous look. "What the hell?" After a moment of trying to except that wild theory he shivered and stared at her white skirt in wonder. Was it true that you can have a league of frying pans in your outfit? It seemed absurd but then again …

The Southern part of Italy inched closer to the girl. "Um, fratello, what are you doing?" Italy asked.

Romano ignored him. "Are you sure its not just some story the potato bastard #2 made up to scare you?"

It took Italy a moment to answer. "Oh! You mean Prussia! No of course not! Miss Hungary showed them to me herself, ve~! They were evil I tell you fratello! EVIL with terrible pasta on top!" This caused Romano to wonder what exactly had gone on in Austria's house.

Hesitantly Romano gripped onto the skirt. Trying not to wake the girl he slowly and gently lifted it up. His eyes scanned for any signs of an evil league of frying pans. There were none, but there was green frilly cloth of galore underneath that stuck to the girl's bottom. Romano blushed at the sight of her panties and immediately dropped the skirt.

"There are no freaking leagues of frying pans you stupid fratello!" Romano announced in Tsundere mode.

"Of course there are, fratello!"

"No there aren't! That Hungarian lady tried to make up lies! She probably had a bunch of Totoro toys hiding underneath her maid outfit and you mistook them for frying pans. IDIOTA!" Romano karate chopped Italy on the head, leaving a small (Nah I'm just kidding, it was big) bump. As Romano kept hitting his brother, two sets of eyes started to flutter open.

The girl on the porch looked around exhausted. Why are there two guys fighting in front of me? She asked herself. Smoothing back her dark hair she cleared her throat. "Um … signors, d-dove … uh … sono (Misters, where am I)?"

Romano however did not stop yelling at his brother. She looked at them with confusion. I'm the narrator and even I have no idea what he was shouting about.

"Signor!" she tried again, this time directly at Romano. "SIGNOR!"

Finally, she caught their attention. The two Italians stared at her for a moment. The silence drifted by slowly but finally Italy spoke, "You're awake bella~!"

"Y-You can speak English?" the mysterious girl asked.

"Of course!"

"Stop being so nice fratello," Romano scolded before asking her, "Why were you sleeping on our porch, bella?"

"I was tired," she answered bluntly.

Romano, however, fumed. "What the hell?! You can't just take a siesta on our property you stupid bella!"

"But I couldn't help it. I needed sleep … and shelter."

Italy inched closer to her and began pointing. "Ve~! Fratello, she's American!"

"That's why! She belongs to that burger loving bastard!"

The girl felt offended by this and shot up from where she sat. "I don't belong to anyone!"

"Fratello," Italy warned. He smiled at the girl. "Did you need to walk home now~?!"

"A-Actually, I'm just a tourist. I don't have a home to go to … or anything else for that matter."

"Are you saying that you don't have a place to stay?!" Italy gasped. Romano just grunted.

The girl nodded her head. "Someone stole my luggage. I lost my passport and my money. So far it's been the worst trip ever," she sulked.

"W-Worst trip ever?" Romano asked wondering how a trip to Italy could be the worst trip ever.

"Well, not the worst but it's pretty close. I asked some relatives of mine if they could send over some money. They should be here in … god that's a long time," she sighed.

"Hey, bella, why don't you stay with us until your family comes~!" Italy suggested.

She stayed quiet for a while. "I don't think I should, I would be imposing and I barely know you. You guys could be creeps for all I know."

'Ve~ Don't worry I'm no creep. I'm Feliciano Vargas and I love pasta! Now, fratello on the other hand …"

"I'm no creep idiota!" Romano shouted. "I'm Lovino Vargas."

Suddenly the girl giggled. "Well, since you didn't attack me when I called you creeps … I guess you aren't creeps."

"YAY~! She believes us~! She can stay right Fratello?"

"W-What?"

"PLEASE~!"

Romano had to give it some thought. There was nothing wrong with letting this girl stay until she could get money from her family, right? Besides, he couldn't just leave her on the streets. Romano would be rendered heartless. Plus the hamburger bastard would be angry and start shouting at him like an idiot. "F-Fine. She can stay."

"REALLY?!" Italy and the girl asked in surprise. Italy leaped forward and hugged her in a warm embrace. "Yay, pasta~! You can stay! That's great bella~!"

At first the girl felt uncomfortable but she then realized it must be in this guy's nature to hug people and be happy so she allowed him to do so. "It is great. Thank you."

He finally let go after his brother hit him across the head, "Let's go in. You wanted pasta right?"

"Ve~! PASTA!"

Before unlocking the door, Romano glanced back at the girl and asked, "What's your name anyway, bella?"

"My name's Melissa."

Well, that's the first chapter! Do you like it? Hate it?