Ciao bellas e bellos~ Io sono Pomodoro e questa รจ la prima FanFiction~
I'm sorry if I made you hate me already by making an angst be the first, but guess what? DOESN'T MATTER TO MEEEE*~*~*~*
So without further ado, let us begin!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia (as much as I wish I did) or any countries mentioned.
"Ahem. Could you bastardos listen?" Romano attempted to still the loud, and rather violent, group of arguments in front of him. As usual, England, France and America were yelling at eachother about something stupid, and Canada sat there, forgotten. China was trying to get Japan, Hong Kong and Korea to realize that protection was, in fact, key and that they must all be manlier and don't forget their culture! The rest of the nations were engrossed in their own little quarrels. Not very different.
The thing nobody really payed attention to was the fact that a meeting had NOT been scheduled for that day, and Veniziano and Romano just demanded they hold an emergency one. They all passed it off as pasta shortage, or not enough tomato imports or something. They would soon learn that it was not.
However, nobody ever took the Italies seriously. There was Veniziano, the North, who was stupid, useless, air-headed and bubbly. And there was Romano, the South, who swore a lot, was also useless, angry and rude.
Of course, they both had wonderful things about them, traits that could make anyone (Mainly Germany and Spain) smile like the sun just appeared after a week of rain. They just had that effect on people.
But that day would not be happy.
"SHUT-A THE HE** UP YOU IDIOTAS AND PAY ATTENTION FOR ONCE, WILL-A YOU?" Romano screeched, yet nobody listened, as usual. Germany just didn't bother with it anymore, and he thought this meeting wasn't important enough anyways. Although, he did notice that Veniziano had a sort of...mournful air about him. His eyes were slightly red and just a tad puffy. Had he been crying...? What, what in the whole beautiful world, could have made happy, sweet, North Italy be so sad? "Perhaps ve should listen now, ja...?" He said quietly, knowing full well nobody would take notice. Romano fell back into his seat, defeated. The brothers muttered a few quick things to eachother, and they both just stared at the table, looks of pure misery on their faces.
The clamour still did not cease. Nobody cared. Nobody ever cared. That was probably what caused Feli to snap the way he did. "MIO DIO WOULD-A YOU ALL JUST SHUT THE F*CK UP AND-A F*CKING LISTEN!?" He had screamed this, and everyone, EVERYONE, noticed. They just froze, and stared. Veniziano swore, for one thing, but the way he just yelled at them all was... jarring. "Grazie fratello. As I was-a SAYING, we have-a something we should-a let you know, and we need-a to prepare for it, because sh*t is-a going down." Romano was actually serious about something? Surely everyone was dreaming, Romano being serious and Veniziano...well, acting like Romano was not something that just happened. However, it did, so they felt compelled to listen.
"There's a bit of a...problem-a regarding the representation of Italy." Nobody had any idea what Lovino had meant by that, but it didn't sound good. At all. Everyone was silent, waiting for him to continue. Swallowing and taking a breath that rattled as if he was holding back strong emotion, Romano finally finished, "There only needs to be one Italia now."
Ehehehe~ Cliffhanger, I'm evil... So that's it for right now, Pomo out!
