AN: I own nothing! Otherwise, Hetalia would be soap opera material!
Before we get started, I just wanted to point some things out;
This is yaoi with some Nyotalia/Genderbending. Flame if you want, just don't expect me to answer.
This has been badly written during summer vacation at 4 AM.
There are Ocs used. (Just two unless I add my friends)
Also, here's a list of the couples! C:
Major- GerIta (Germany/LudwigXItaly/Feliciano)
Major-ish- Spamano (Spain/AntonioXRomano/Lovino)
Slight- Giripan (Greece/HeraclesXJapan/Kiku)
Slight- Fem!UsUk (England/ArthurXFem!America/Amelia)
Slight-Fem!Franada (France/FrancisXFem!Canada/Madeline)
Slight- Pruzeal (Prussia/GilbertXOc!New Zealand/Amiria)
Implied- AusHun (Austria/RoderichXHungary/Elizaveta)
Implied- RoChu (Russia/IvanXChina/Yao)
Implied- Paciaco (Oc!Pacific Islands/KaikaneXMonaco/Angeline)
… I think that's it… Sorry for the long note, but now you can enjoy! ^^ Or not. Whichever.
No Strings Attached
Have you ever been told the legend of the String of Fate? A red string attaches two soul mates, no matter distance or age. In fact, that's not even a legend. Two brothers, Feliciano and Lovino Vargas, they can actually see the strings and who they're attached to. Unfortunately, knowing who you're going to fall in love with has its downsides.
Chapter 1
Restless Search… For a Job
Feliciano sat on his bed, intensely studying his right pinkie finger. The lean Italian couldn't quite compromise the thin, almost transparent, red thread that was tied gently around the slim finger, coiling to the floor and out the bedroom door. He had asked his friend Kiku about it, assuming he'd know considering how smart the Japanese man is. Sadly, when Feliciano explained the thread to him, Kiku simply shook his head, dismissing it as nothing but a dream. Yet, to Feliciano, it was all so real.
"Feli! Get your butt down here and eat!"
Feliciano flinched slightly at his brother's abrupt yell, his thoughts shattering as he clenched his right fist and let a wide smile grace his fair face. "Ve, coming fratello!" He answered before dashing down the stairs, following the promising smell of tomato sauce into the small kitchen. Feliciano always enjoyed it when his brother cooked; walking into the kitchen was like walking into a real Italian restaurant. Grabbing two plates and silverware for his brother and his self, Feliciano set the small oak table.
The brothers ate their lunch of Fettuccini pasta in silence. That's how it normally was in the Vargas household; Lovino wasn't much of a talker, and, while Feliciano loved to talk nonstop, he didn't want to make his brother any angrier than he normally is. Swallowing a mouthful of pasta, Feliciano smiled at his brother, who was swishing his cheap wine around in his glass. "Ve, fratello?" Lovino raised an eyebrow, glancing over at his overly happy twin. "I was wondering if you wanted to walk into town with me! We hardly go anywhere together anymore."
Lovino's perpetual frown deepened as he shook his head, making Feliciano pout. "Chigi… Feli, you know I have no time for stuff like that; I have a job, unlike you." Lovino sighed, rising from his seat and quickly placed his dishes in the rapidly filling sink. Feliciano rose from his seat as well, a determined look on his face. "Then," Lovino turned, catching his younger brother's eye. Having his full attention, Feliciano swallowed the lump in his throat. "I'll find a job! Then fratello will spend time with me!" Despite the older's protests, Feliciano sprinted out the door, grabbing his house keys, jacket, and scarf on the way out.
The chilling fall air nipped at Feliciano's cheeks. He pulled the collar of his navy jacket up higher, trying to block out the wind. He was glad they lived relatively close to the city. He watched solemnly as couples around him enjoyed the cool weather; laughing, walking hand in hand, snuggling close on benches. Feliciano's hazel eyes traveled back to his finger, back to the thread that was invisible to the world around him. It was bright red, meaning whoever was on the opposite end of this thread, was to fall in love with him. It was nerve wracking for the Italian, trying to find out who his love would be.
"Oi, Feli~!"
Turning sharply, the owner of the voice just barely stopped in time to stop from colliding with Feliciano. Feliciano laughed, quickly masking the serious face he had on moments ago. "Ve~ Ciao, big brother Antonio!" Antonio Fernandez Carriedo; Tall and tan with a dark mess of curly hair and kind jade green eyes. Also, Lovino's long time love interest.
"Hola, Feli! Long time no see, eh?" The Spaniard laughed, patting Feliciano on the back.
"Actually-"
"Ay, what are you doing here? Shouldn't mi tomate be with you?" Antonio asked, swiveling his head around in search of the older Italian.
"Well, Lovi is-"
"Are you lost Feli? The city is no place for someone so cute! El Jefe will escort you home himself, si?"
Antonio also happened to be more talkative than Feliciano, as surprising as that is. "Toni?" Antonio smiled down at Feliciano. "Si?" He asked, patting the smaller's head while being mindful of the flyaway curl.
Feliciano laughed, "I'm not lost," He assured, causing the Spaniard even more confusion. "I'm here because I wanted to get a job, like fratello!" There was a moment of silence before another large grin lit the Spaniard's face. "Jefe can help with that then," Feliciano smiled enthusiastically, jumping slightly for joy. "Really?" Antonio laughed once more. "Si, si! Mi amigo Gilbert, he has a job opening at his music store!" Feliciano nodded happily without much thought. "That sounds bellisimo!" Ignoring the strange looks they were getting, the two happily raced down the sidewalk; weaving in and out of the crowd.
When Feliciano finally caught up to the Spaniard, he was excitedly chatting with another man in front of "Awesome Tunes" music store. He was pale and somewhat tall; however, he was a little shorter than Antonio. He had silvery hair, despite the fact that he looked no older than Antonio. Said Spaniard looked up when he saw the Italian out of the corner of his eye, waving rapidly. The other man turned his attention to where Antonio was waving, showing Feliciano a pair of strangely bright red eyes. "Ay, Feli! This is mi amigo, Gilbert!" Antonio introduced as Feliciano walked up to them. Gilbert stuck his hand out and smirked, "Ze awesome me iz happy to meet you!" The, what Feliciano guessed to be German, man laughed loudly. Feliciano smiled and politely shook hands with him.
"Mi amigo here owns this store," Antonio said, resting either arm on Gilbert and Feliciano's shoulders. "He'd be more than happy to hire you!" Gilbert in turn laughed loudly, "Kesesesese~ Ja, I've been looking for an employee zince Mr. PrissyPants quit to vork elsevhere…" Feliciano was confused at who " " was and slightly scared of the man, but, he followed the two into the store. "Velcome to mein awesome store!" Gilbert declared, spreading his arms out as if to confirm his point. The store wasn't… magnificent in Feliciano's eyes; blue flecked white walls and navy blue carpet with several different rows of CDs, DVDs, and posters filling the store.
Gilbert led Feliciano to a white counter lined with shiny chrome that held a cash register and several small items while Antonio wondered off, looking at random isles. "All you have to do," Gilbert stated as he glided behind the counter, placing his elbows on the linoleum and resting his head on his pale hands. "Iz stand here, check people out, make zure no one stealz anyzing, und… to…" Feliciano heard a light 'ding' as he followed Gilbert's now blank stare to the door. A young looking girl with tan skin wearing a bright smile on her face that reached her honey-brown eyes, stood at the entrance, fixing her long auburn hair as she chatted happily with a laughing Spaniard.
The Italian turned back to the albino when he heard the other sigh. Then, he noted the red-violet thread the man boasted, tumbling down the front of the counter and snaking up the girls' side, connecting to her own pinkie. Smiling gently, Feliciano chuckled, shaking his head. "Grazi, Mr. Gilbert, but it looks like someone else will want this job more than me." Before Gilbert could muster a question as to why he was backing out of the job now, the tan girl approached the two men. "E-excuse me," She stammered shyly, already having full attention from Gilbert. "I-I'm Amiria. I heard there was a job-" "Ja! Ja, zere iz! Velcome to mein awesome store, frau!" Chuckling to himself, Feliciano decided to take his leave, bidding farewell to Antonio on his way out. Heaving a sigh, Feliciano gave one last glance at the music store before beginning his trudge down the sidewalk. 'So much for that offer.' He thought, pulling his coat collar higher against the chilly wind.
Chapter 1 is done~ xD Let me know how it was! ( I'll be putting chapters up as they're finished! (: