Sup guys~! I know some of you have been waiting for the sequel to Love Me Italy, and I am proud to say that I have begun the second chapter when this is published. I hope you all really like this story.
I don't own Hetalia.
Most nations held a heartbreak as they watched Russia and Italy proudly present their son the large mass that was the media. Germany held on a wall, his other hand over his heart as it if was in pain. He had loved Italy since the 900's but he should have realized that in time people would get over their heartbreaks as she did.
Although it still hurt to think that if he was lucky enough, that child would be his own.
Many male nations had drowned their sorrows in alcohol, every glass had taken a portion of pain away, and they were grateful for it. As Forte Di Girasole drew up as his colony expanded, the nations had began to get over the pain that plagued them whenever Italy walked into the room.
Some even began to wonder if they would ever find that special person to be with. America had found solace in fixing his economy. Although it was doing more bad than good, he was still applauded by England for trying to fix his health system. The elder man had hated too see his brother figure sickened by money loss and oil loss.
Being a nation was equivalent to living through a nuclear contamination. It poisoned their souls over time, but time and time again their blackened souls were purified by an innocent hand. Much like Italy and Girasole were to Russia.
Centuries of black had disappeared in time after he held his son for the first time.
Then as if a miracle another innocent soul made its presence known in the world to humans and nations alike. Her beautiful brown hair entrapped them whole whenever it was seen. A beautiful kimona adorned her figures when she walked into the world conference room. The smile on her face whenever she held Castiel in her arms.
The Philippines had begun to do the same to them as Italy had done. All with that caring smile, just as Italy before her. The lovely nation had no clue whenever it came to someone having affections for her, and it too had nations vying for her attention.
It happened in the same room as well, during a world conference.
" Listen up assholes! Since Germany is out sick today I'm the fucking head of the conference! I don't know how the potato does this so if you have any suggestions raise your goddamned hand!", Romano yelled over the loud ruckus of the giant room.
He really hated the large oval table, it made him remember his days in the Mafia. Which he hated with a passion, but he now had Spain next to him trying to offer Forte Di Girasole some churros. Much to Russia's chagrin, he didn't want his son to be spoiled on Italian and Spanish food all the time.
Italy however loved watching her son try to interact with other nations, the hair on the top of his head glistened whenever someone held him the light. And over the years a hair curl grew below his right ear, making him look a little like Norway if it had not been for his honey eyes. The child colony had been spoiled by many nations as the years passed by.
His chubby cheeks held a red hue whenever he smiled, bringing a light into the room. It was his second birthday when they held the world meeting so not only did they bring gifts they came to discuss his standing in the world and how they can boost his economy.
The Philippines raised her tan hand up in the air so Romano could call on her, his little Spanish adopted sister. When she was being raised Spain had to leave time and time again, and the Italian was left in the mansion until he returned. The Spaniard had shown him portraits of her every time he came back from Asia. To be safe he liked his new sibling almost, almost though.
" Yes Maria?", he asked as she handed Russia her present for Castiel.
" Maybe we can export some goods into his colony while simultaneously importing goods from him as well. This of course can be regulated by Russia so no faulty goods can hurt him. It would be a win-win for him so he can start to develop an complicated economy system, perhaps one like America's," she suggested as the tiny baby opened the paper on the box.
Inside the box was chocolate, her special homemade chocolate. The small baby looked ecstatic as he tried to grab some for himself, but his hands could hardly hold onto the large slab of milk chocolate. He was aging like a nation would, slowly along with his colony. It would be another ten years before he could walk at all, so in an effort to help speed things along the nations of the world began to think of ways to boost his economy.
" That might work, but we need to begin with small loads. His colony is no bigger than Liechtenstein but my leader won't allow me to give away anymore land, so sending things in big shipments will hurt him instead of help," Russia tried to explain as Castiel wriggled in his arms. His poor scarf had to be abused with so much baby slobber, and he never chewed on his mother's scarf.
Insult to injury by a small child was amusing to many in the room.
" Ve~ Give him here Ivan, so I can feed him his chocolate. Thank you Maria~!", Italy said happily as she took Castiel from his father. Many nations looked on in envy, they too wanted their own families and it hurt to see one that could live on with them forever.
Or at least a long ass time.
The Philippines straightened her ruby colored skirt as she stood to return to her seat, and was unaware of the stares she was getting from a few of her fellow Asian nations. Although one Italian woman saw it and smiled to herself, Maria was just like her. She nudged Russia in the arm and discreetly pointed her head at Maria then the nations staring at her. Then he too, smiled in recollection as he remembered that he too had once been like them in the past.
" How much do you wanna bet Feli?"
" Two thousand Euros."
" Your on."
As they talked Japan and Hong Kong began to glare at each other, while China sat quietly in his seat, a look that indicated he was in a land far-far away. He was old of course, so it was a given his mind wavered every now and then. Deep in his mind he dreamed of a family that might never come.
Setting Castiel down onto the plush carpet floor both Italy and Russia watched as he tried to take his first steps, using his Papa's pants to pull him up. Italy ran a little ways away from him and got on her knees before beckoning her child to her. " Come to Mama, bambino!", she said excitedly as he wobbled on his legs before trying to take a step forward. A crowd of nations had gathered around them, save for China, Japan, and Hong Kong.
" Come on honey~!"
The blonde took another tentative step before falling on his butt, and he began laughing at himself before pulling himself up again. The female countries stood and sat around Italy, all of them cheering the child on. The men stood around the family, watching in awe as the little colony tried to walk. Do all families feel like this?
Joyous honey eyes peered up at his father's large form before letting go of the dark brown material. Holding his breath Russia stooped down to Italy's eye level as he nudged his son in reassurance. Everyone began to cheer as Castiel wobbled his way to his mother, nearly tripping but steadying himself each time. Multiple flashes went off as he stopped in front of Italy, his hands waving at her. Begging for her to pick him up.
" Mama!", he screamed happily as he held him up in the air. No one noticed as the media came into the large room and began firing questions and flashing more pictures. But they didn't care at all.
No they welcomed it, and with open arms.
The future held another family as happy as this one, perhaps even more than another.
The next morning all over the world newspapers had the same headlines on it, all having various names, but they all held the heart warming scene captured on a single photo.
" New Colony Takes His First Steps Into the World!"
" Форте ди Подсолнечное держит путь в мир!"
" Proudest mga magulang Kailanman!"
" Economia Boost aiuta New Colony piedi!"
" 意大利和俄罗斯：图片完美的家庭 "
" 大塚公子：によってコロニーのファースト·ステップについての新しいマンガ "
" Was haben die Japaner getrunken? Ein Blick in die Seele von Kimiko Otsuka Arbeit zu Forte di Girasole."
Italy giggled as she read the German newspaper clipping Prussia had sent her, it was of a German writer questioning one of Japan's manga writers. She had seen some of the drawings about Castiel's first steps. One thing that made her laugh more than anything was Russia's face in the drawing.
" I don't have that big of a nose sunflower!", He yelled from the kitchen as she sat in front of a roaring fire. Somehow he always knew what she was laughing about, and it made her laugh at the thought that he could be a mind reader. The snow storm outside would not relent as it had turned into winter, she shivered as she drew a blanket around her. Castiel had long fallen asleep in front of the fireplace, basically swaddled up in a multitude of blankets. Her heavy dress had fur linings all on it in an effort to battle away the cold.
Russia was not affected by the cold as she and Castiel were, they were not used to the extreme cold being as Italy was a Mediterranean nation and Castiel her son. He was raised on the warm waters of Venice for the first two years of life, due to the fact his colony wasn't growing fast enough.
That was one of Italy's greatest concerns, that her baby boy would not have a stable economy that could support his delicate health.
On most days Castiel was sick, mostly with a fever over 104 degrees Fahrenheit . His birthday had been one of the days he would lose the fever and his parents were eternally grateful he could have fun on his special day. But now it was back to the starting point, he has yet another fever.
Maria had promised her that she would send a small shipment of mangoes and pineapples to help him.
Italy prayed hard that she would do so, and quickly.
" Ivan! Did you finish Castiel's potato soup yet?!", she yelled over to him as she felt her son's forehead.
" Almost done Sunflower!"
Maria de la Reyes sat on one of her many beaches, taking a break from overseeing any and all transports to Forte Di Girasole. She was extremely tired, but the Filipina nation brushed it aside as she began to sweat. The temperature was sweltering hot as crate upon crate was loaded onto three large boats. Although she wanted nothing else but to fall down under a palm tree and sleep, Maria knew she couldn't.
No she wouldn't, not until she was finished inspecting each and every box.
In order to help her small godson get better she with Japan and South Korea have been assisting her with the shipment. Even though it was a bit small, she was the only supervisor of one hundred and thirty-one men. And she wanted to make sure that all ten thousand mangoes and ten thousand pineapples made it to Europe, then from there France would watch over the shipments until either Russia or Italy got it.
Hopefully it would be enough to spur his GDP and make him some money.
" Da Ze~ Maria! Can we please take a break as well?", he whined to the woman as he ran over to her. His curl bouncing in the wind as he ran.
He almost looks cute, she thought to herself as she got up. Wait, what!? Cute? What the hell am I thinking? No way South Korea is cute.
" Oo. Maaaring pati na rin gawin ang isa, ngunit para lamang sa mga limang minuto! Kung nakikita ko sa iyo slacking off ay kinalulungkot mo ito Im Soo Yong," she threatened before walking back up the docks toward Japan.
" Hey Japan! You can go take a break with South Korea. I'll take over from here," she told him before trying to take away his clipboard, but he held it out of her grasp way above his head. " No," he said quietly before returning his attention to another box of mangoes being loaded onto the docks.
He had taken off his haori along with all the clothing above his hakama, and Maria had never noticed that he was quiet muscular under all his traditional clothing. She gulped before tackling him for the clipboard. " Give it to me!", she yelled as he steadied himself with a foot behind him as she tried in vain to get her clipboard back from him.
" Please Japan! Go rest for a bit!"
" No, you asked for my help. So I won't rest until it is done."
" But why?"
He looked her in the eye before answering her honestly," Because you asked me to."
Форте ди Подсолнечное держит путь в мир! - Forte Di Girasole Is Making His Way Into The World!
Proudest mga magulang Kailanman! - Proudest Parents Ever!
Economia Boost aiuta New Colony piedi! - Economy Boost Helps New Colony Walk!
意大利和俄罗斯：图片完美的家庭 - Italy and Russia: Picture Perfect Family
大塚公子：によってコロニーのファースト·ステップについての新しいマンガ - New Manga About the Colony's First Steps, By: Otsuka Kimiko
Was haben die Japaner getrunken? Ein Blick in die Seele von Kimiko Otsuka Arbeit zu Forte di Girasole. - What have the Japanese Been Drinking? A Look Into The Mind of Kimiko Otsuka's work about Forte Di Girasole.
Oo. Maaaring pati na rin gawin ang isa, ngunit para lamang sa mga limang minuto! Kung nakikita ko sa iyo slacking off ay kinalulungkot mo ito Im Soo Yong. - Yes. Might as well take one, but only for five minutes! If I see you slacking off you will regret it Im Soo Yong.
I hope you all like it so far!
Ciao~!
-Miharu