Hello there! Well this is kind of my 4th fanfiction about Hetalia or maybe the 6Th I'm not sure and I haven't published all of them... that' why it seems so weir to say it if you go to my profile XDD anyways this fanfiction was created because I made this art/South-Italy-417831786 and you can find the fanfiction also in here and so to anyone who might read, comment, or whatever I wanna thank you since this moment, so here we go...
South Italy_01
As soon as I wake up I realize that something is extremely wrong or well let's say different, but I couldn't figure out what is it that makes me feel like that until I go downstairs and find them… I know that Romano was at home since yesterday, but I didn't know that there was someone else at home.
- Who the hell are you?-
- Same for you! Who the fuck are you?-
- I'm fucking South Italy!-
- No way! I'm mother fucking South Italy!-
Those are the words that they are sharing right now to each other, I'm just standing there looking curious and amazed and somehow really excited of the view I have. I know for sure Romano is Italy, well South Italy, but this girl is also claiming to be Italy, and I suppose that she'd be also the Southern part because she looks just like Romano, but I thought that only Romano and Veneciano are Italy.
- What's your fucking name?-
- I'm Romana Chiara Vargas! What the fuck is your name?-
- I'm Romano Lovino Vargas! I'm fucking Italy!-
And with those names being said the room goes silent. I stare at both of them, who are examining each other and they haven't even noticed me yet.
- Roma? - I stupidly ask having both of them answering.
- What?!- oh dear heaven! Is this a trick played by Inglaterra?
- Do you want breakfast? Both of you of course… I'm asking both of you-
- Yes! I'm starving!- they say at the same time and walk to the kitchen.
Well she must be right, she knows exactly where to go and she behaves just as Romano and they do exactly the same while eating. I just look at them trying to understand what's going on.
- Oi bastard, I want more! - Both say at the same time and then glare at each other.
- Por supuesto Roma, I'll give you more in a minute- I say and take both plates.
- So… what part of Italy are you? … Italy. - Romano asks to the girl.
- I'm South Italy, which part are you? - Something tells me this is not going to end very well.
- I AM South Italy for your information- Romano says standing up.
- I'm just hoping they don't take out any guns, I know Romano always takes one gun with him for the mafia issues. When I turn around with their dishes they are pointing at each other with their guns, sometimes I guess I shouldn't think about the odds, they are more likely to happen when I think about them.
- Hey guys, here you have your food…- I mention trying to make them stop.
- Shut the fuck up!- both of them scream, guess it's time for serious strategies to take place on this little issue.
I leave the kitchen very carefully and go to my "special room" to look for an old friend of mine, when I'm returning to the kitchen I listen to four gunshots, let's hope none of them is injured, not yet.
- ¡ALTO! - I scream aloud throwing my ax in the middle of those spoiled little nations- ¡Gracias! Now since I have your attention, let's go to the living room and let's get to know each other, ¿de acuerdo?-
I grab my ax again and watch over them so they won't take their guns and start shooting again. They follow me and I ask them to sit on the couch.
- So, both of you are Italy- I say and both nod- Both of you are South Italy- again they nod…I guess they are scared because of the ax- And so if both of you are South Italy, why are you fighting? - They look at each other- Doesn't it mean that you are brother and sister? - I just think about that.
- Sister?-
- Brother?-
- So you should get along? - I say to them- Let's make a deal I make a call to a friend – more likely an enemy- to see if he knows what is going, but you have to go out together and not kill each other- I propose, they look to each other for a while and then they leave.
The one I'm thinking to call is Inglaterra, if this is some kind of magic trick, he's the only one who I can help us out, but I know it won't be easy for me to get his help… beginning for the fact that I don't have his phone number, so I guess I have to call Francia first.
- ¡Hola amigo! Hey can you do me a favor? - I ask him.
- Oui mon ami, what do you need? - He replies.
- Can you give me Inglaterra's phone number? –
- Sure, which one do you want, his cellphone number, home number, office number, emergency number? - ¡Qué diablos! Why does he have all those numbers?
- I guess cellphone and home number are ok- I reply confused and he gives me those two numbers.
- Can I ask you why do you need Angleterre's number? – He asks me.
- Well you see- I start saying and when I listen to the front door being closed I explain- Today I woke up and I found two South Italies at my place, mi pequeño tomate and a girl saying she is South Italy…-
- Two South Italies? Le pourquoi et le comment? I need to see that! Can I visit you to see that?-
- Well. Sí claro, why not? Te espero amigo- I say and hang up the phone.
The reason why I allow Francia to come over is because in that way I can "study" a little bit more this girl, if she gets scared at the moment she gets to see Francia that'd be verify for me that she is South Italy. Then I go back to my mission, call that damn "cejón." I call first to his cellphone, there's no answer, and well I hope he answers his home phone. It starts ringing and then for my good/bad luck there's an answer.
- Hello? Who is it? –
- ¡Hola Inglaterra! It's me España! –
- You bloody bastard! What do you want? –
- ¡Tranquilo amigo! Well if you don't mind, can you come to my place?-
- What the fuck! - He exclaims and I don't blame him- What are you planning to do?-
- What!? Nothing! I just have an issue-
- An issue? – He asks I guess somehow curious.
- Yeah… something magic and I know you understand this kind of stuff-
- Magic? What type of magic? Or, what is it that you called a magical issue? - He asks me.
- Well, there are two South Italies now, my Romano and a girl that says that her name is Romana- I explain – she appeared this morning.
- Well, I guess I can go to your place not to help you, but because I'm curious – he says.
- ¡Muchas gracias! I'll be waiting! – And with that I hang up the phone again.
So right now I guess I just try to clean up the mess that those two cute little nations caused at my kitchen and then wait for Inglaterra and Francia.
This damned morning I woke up and right next to me there was this girl with auburn hair and a curl similar to mine. I screamed, she screamed and immediately we started fighting. Now we are getting ready to go out, but now she seems to be gloomy.
- Oi bastard, what's going on? – I ask her although I don't care.
- Over here you don't have any clothes for a girl! Damn it! How do you want me to go out like this! – She has a point, no one goes out wearing a pajama.
- Cazzo… come with me- I tell her.
- What for?-
- Just come! Cazzo… - I order her and she grumbles, but follows me – you better keep your mouth shut about this! Capisci? – I threaten her showing her the room where I keep the clothes I design.
- You too? I work some designs at my place, but I never show them to the rest, I just send them to shops and see if someone likes them –
- Si, I know that feeling – with that being said we stay quiet… it seems that we understand each other, the fuck, that has never happened before to me.
- Anyways, I'm surprised to see that you do have good taste to design women clothes – she suddenly says smirking, bringing back our initial mood.
- You…! I won't insult you because you are a lady… just get ready! I'll wait for you in my bedroom – I actually wanted to call her something like asshole, bastard, idiot or send her to hell, but I hold it because… I don't know why, but it's not because I care for her, not at all.
I go to my room to start picking up my own clothes for today. It seems today is gonna be hot, so first let's use a hat, better white, I don't want to feel a fucking hell on my head. White t-shirt, red vest, black pants, and black boots. Maybe some belts to cross them around my waist and well yes that's it. I wait for that girl to come again and in the mid time I take my sketch notebook and start a new draft for a new dress… it's weird most of the times I design something for myself and then I do it for someone else… am I doing this for her? No, no way! She is claiming to be what I represent, there's no way I'd decide to do something for her, not now, not never. I throw the notebook away and when I'm about to send everything to hell she gets in.
Damn she is wearing one of my favorite designs… I made it for one of my sisters, but I never give it to any of them. This dress is white, its upper part is tight and its bottom is completely loosen, it has a green vest that has red borders. She has tied a red bow on her head and is complimented it with black high hills.
- I have to admit it, you are good at this- she mentions.
- Of course, I'm fucking Italy as I said before-
- Well maybe you are… Cazzo, I know you are- she suddenly says- but if you are Italy, then, who the fuck am I?-
- You are also Italy- I reply – let's leave the thinking part to Spagna… although he's not so good at it, we have to go out- I finish somehow… my face is already red.
- You know, what is damn weird I know who you are when I saw you and it happened the same when I saw Spagna, but neither you nor Spagna knew who I am when you first saw me- she mentions again.
- I told you… let's leave the thinking part to Spagna- I repeat already embarrassed of not being able to recognize her from the beginning.
We go downstairs and before we leave, I see that Spagna is talking on the phone. I hope he's already looking for an answer or someone to help out. We start walking without having thought of a destination, I'm about to ask her where she wants to go, but at that moment we listen to two voices screaming out at the same time.
- Sorella!-
- Fratello!-
We turn around just to see Veneciano and I suppose that his female counterpart and Romana's sister.
- I finally find you!- the girl screams clinging to Romana.
- Ne, fratello! She's saying she's Italy!- Veneciano tells me also clinging to me.
- Tell him he's lying!
- Tell her she's lying!
Both scream at the same time and we both sigh at the same time.
- Come on sorella, you should know it's true- Romana says first so I continue.
- Vene, she's… I mean they are also Italy-
All of us stare at each other for a while, it's so fucking weird so we try to assume that all of us are the same country. Once the revision is done our siblings are the ones to break the silence.
- Noi siamo una famiglia!- They scream in excitement and taking our hands to make a circle.
- Chiuso!- Romana and I scream at the same time and they stop… I'm surprised about all the things that it seems we have in common with our female counterpart.
- Mi dispiace- both say together and from our side there are just two long sighs.
Now, we start walking together through Madrid' streets and we stop at an Italian restaurant that I know is as good as the ones we have at home, so it'll feel like being at home. We order a Margueritta and a bowl of pasta for all of us.
- Ne, sorella, where did you get that dress? You look really cute on it! - Veneciana mentions and I look kind of worry afraid of the upcoming answer.
- The Spagna from this world gave it to me- well I don't like the answer, but I don't hate it either.
- Oh! It's too cute! It's similar to the one you wore on our birthday this year-
- Eh… well yes… guess you're right…- Romana replies and looks at me.
- Ve, fratello, our sorelle are really beautiful, don't you think? – Veneciano suddenly says – I wouldn't be mad to be one country with them-
- Oh! Yes I agree! You're so sweet fratello! – Veneciana says while ruffling fratello's hair – Don't you think they are cool and good-looking, sorella?
- Right fratello? - both ask again looking at us.
In our sudden embarrassment we stare at our siblings for a while and then we share a look to each other, I feel I'm blushing and I see she's blushing too.
- No way! I'm better alone! – We shout at the same time and they laugh at the damn reaction.
Feliciano and Alice are the ones that speak the most, it's like they –our female counterparts- have been bravest than us during war, but we try not to get into too much detail about it and change topic as soon as we can. We finish our food and pay for it. Then, we leave the restaurant and start walking around once again.
When we are in front of Santiago Bernabeú Stadium one damn fucking light shows in front of us. Protectively I take Romana and place behind me and I do the same with Feliciano, when I was about to take Alice I see one hand coming out of the light and grabbing Alice's hand and trying to drag towards that light.
- Let me go! - She screams and I try to reach for her.
- Sorella! – Feli and Chiara scream too and before I can take her hand the light disappear as well as Alice.
- Inghilterra! That bastard! She sent us here and she came for sorella! – Chi…Romana says clenching her fists – Where is the Inghilterra from this world?-
- Let's go to Spagna's house, maybe he's gotten some help – I say.
- Ne… fratello, would we be able to be all together again? – Feli asks with a sad voice, I go closer to him and ruffle his hair, which I usually don't do and I won't be doing really frequently.
Of course, not that I like it, but I guess we can… - I reply and Feliciano clings to me smiling happily, I see Chi…Romana with a little smile in her face and then we start walking to Spagna's house.
The weirdest feeling in this moment is that I don't want to say good bye to Chi… Chiara, not that I like her or some stupid shit like that, but it seems to be easier to talk or be with someone who is similar than me than with other people. That's the only reason why I want her to stay a little bit longer. That's it!
If you get to this point, let me tell you... I don't really know when the next chaoter is going to be published, the good part is this fanfiction already has an end, well it's actually completely written on my notebook, so don't worry I won't be running out of ideas since the fanfiction is done! thanks for reading, and let me know what do you think? thanks!
