WARNING: Has parental punishment and some mild language.
Author's Note:
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Today was very important for Romano, even though he was tempted to strangle his younger brother. Today he was going to do a job with Italy, a very important job. He had to watch the young nation Antarctica. Her older brothers were going to a meeting for the day and they didn't want to expose her to any more of the violence that happened there. Since the girl was only seven-years-old America and England didn't trust her home alone yet so they asked around for a baby sitter at the last world conference. Feliciano being himself had taken the offer immediately. "Me and my fratello would love to!" he had said when they asked, "We'll work for small pay too~"
Lovino did not appreciate Italy dragging him into this mess (and for only 20 US dollars an hour) but how could he say no? Ann was the most darling thing in the world at the meetings. Most of the time she would just sit in the corner an draw during the meetings and not make a sound. But on rare occasions when the meeting was held at Arthur's house you would hear her yelling at one of them and everyone could guess what followed.
He had spent the morning cleaning the house with Feliciano. Well, somewhat cleaning. He really just pointed out if something was still on the floor, what else was to really be expected of him? Then the doorbell rang. Italy was still cooking the pasta for lunch so Romano had to get it. England and America stood on the porch.
Alfred grinned. "Hey dude! What's up?" Lovino blinked slightly frustrated.
"Just drop'a the child off before'a we refuse?" he hissed, "We don't-a need idle conversation!"
"Now fratello!" Italy came to the door before Arthur could comment, "That is no'a way to treat our'a guest!" He smiled, "You can come'a in if you like." The countries stepped inside the rather extravagant house. England realized they were one nation short and turned back around with an irritated look on his face.
"Annabelle get in here!" he yelled. After a few seconds, a third figure came inside. Ann's pale blonde hair that resembled her oldest brother's was in her neat but messy curls, her sparkling blue eyes were glued to the device in her hands, and she wore a light blue sundress. She did look like a little angle without the halo, but the Italians were soon going to get a big surprise.
"Aren't you going to say hi and introduce yourself?" America asked nudging her forward. She glared up at the American to both Italian's surprise.
"They already know who I am from all the meetings so why would I introduce myself?" she retorted, "We're not in one of those cheesy sitcoms." Alfred's grin turned to a rather irritated expression. He would have probably shot a remark back but Arthur cut in.
"That's enough Antarctica!" he snapped, "I don't want to come pick you up and have a list of complaints. We are running late at it is and I don't want to waste more time here. You WILL be on your best behavior or you WILL have to deal with me, understand?" It was as if the girl had just shed a skin. She smiled sweetly.
"Of course England!" she nodded innocently, "I would never want to cause any trouble for them!" She turned towards the still awestruck baby sitters. "I'm sorry for my disgraceful behavior a few seconds ago. I really appreciate you taking time out of your schedule to watch me!"
Italy's dorky smile returned. "Oh no problem! We are glad to'a help!" he said cheerfully.
America pulled out his phone. "Uh, England? We better get going or we're going to be even more late." The Englishman nodded and turned back towards Ann.
"You won't be a nuisance to them?" he asked. She bobbed her head up and down in the most innocent manner. He sighed in relief and waved goodbye. "We'll pick her up around seven okay?"
"Okay, we'll be here!" Feliciano yelled as they headed to their car. They waved one last time before driving off, leaving Antarctica behind.
Italy turned to the girl who was still on her phone. "So," he rocked on his heels, "What do you'a want to do?"
She glanced up. "I'm already doing it," she turned her attention back to the screen, "Die pigs!" Feliciano was clearly very confused as his eyebrows furrowed and he scratched his head.
"But I thought you'a wanted to play with actual'a people," he stuttered. Romano's eyes narrowed, he was the first one to realize this girl was a façade.
"You aren't some'a little angel you try to'a pretend to be," he pointed an accusing finger, "You're a spoiled brat!"
"Only for America," she answered simply, "England never buys it. But today he was too distracted to notice the act. So here I am stuck with you two dumbstruck Italians. I guess I shouldn't expect anything less though, all you guys are good at is making pasta and drunk driving without having to drink." Lovino twitched, this girl had crossed a line.
"Now listen here'a you imp!" he snatched the phone from her hands, "This is MY house which'a means you follow MY rules! No'a insulting us with'a your cheeky retorts!" She reached for the phone completely ignoring what he said.
"Give it back!" she cried, "That's mine!" Romano smirked, now he had her attention at least.
"No'a, now it's mine'a!" he dropped it into his pocket, "You will'a obey our rules if you'a ever want to see your'a precious phone ever again!" She crossed her arms and bit her lip.
"Fine! But you're both still idiots!" she spat and stomped off. Italy looked rather uncomfortable about what happened.
"Fratello maybe we'a should be a little'a nicer. We don't want'a to be too rough-" he started but Lovino cut him off.
"You don't get it'a do you? She WANTS'A you to think'a like that! She's trying to seem'a all cute but then she will'a strike." Feliciano squirmed and looked up at his big brother.
"But I don't-a want her to hate'a me!" he wailed. Romano's eyes softened.
"Now don't-a be hard on yourself Italy," he soothed, rubbing his younger sibling's back, "You just need to be a little tougher. You need to be a little ore like," he took a breath completely disgraced he was going to say this, "Like that potato bastard Germany." Italy sniffed and looked up his chestnut eyes for once open wide.
"Did you'a just complement Mr. Germany?" he asked. Lovino rolled his eyes.
"No, I'm just'a saying he's strict. Now'a let's go." Feliciano's eyes closed again and he returned to the oblivious Italian Romano knew and loved.
"Okay fratello!" he said happily and went off in a skipping matter in the direction Antarctica had gone. Lovino smiled slightly, nothing could get that boy down. If anyone tried to rain on Italy's parade, he would grab an umbrella and keep marching.
Romano followed an found the two in the kitchen. Feliciano was getting the pasta in some serving bowls and Ann sat at the table playing on a DS, how many electronic devices did this girl have? Well she WAS related to America after all. "Are you hungry fanciulla?" he asked. She raised an eyebrow at the Italian word.
"Fan what?" Italy laughed.
"Oh no, fanciulla. It means a young girl in Italian," he explained as he set the bowl in front of her. She still looked somewhat confused, but she put away the DS and picked up a fork. Lovino was relieved that the girl was behaving a lot better after the little conversation in the living room. But it wasn't gong to last long.
Feliciano gave her a bowl of salad and just by her expression Romano knew the, "perfect little angel" act was going to end. Her nose wrinkled and she pushed it away. "Uh, no thank you. I don't really like salad"
Italy was startled, but smiled. "We'll you'a need to eat it. Vegtables are'a very important if you'a want to grow up and'a become a big, strong'a, and powerful country-"
"Did you never eat your vegtables?" she asked. He tilted his head.
"Of course'a I did!" he exclaimed.
"Then why are you the opposite of all the traits you just said?" she retorted. His eyes opened wide in a look of shock and hurt. Lovino balled his fist, no one insalted Italy like that, at least not doing it and getting away with it. As Feliciano stuttered to find something to say, he stepped in.
"Don't-a talk to my fratello like that!" he snapped. She crossed her arms.
"I can talk however I want!" she shoved the salad away, "You aren't my boss! Or do I have to say it in your language, you'a aren't-a my'a boss'a!" Something in Romano snapped. She could ignore him, she could insult him, she could insult Italy, but she will NOT insult Italians in general!
"Italy," Lovino managed to say through his gritted teeth, "Please'a leave us. I need to talk'a to our guest." Feliciano looked very nervous now.
"But Romano-" he started.
"NOW!" Lovino roared. The smaller Italian sprinted out of the room. Now alone with the girl, Romano turned to face her.
"Now listen'a here brat," he hissed taking a step towards her, "You will not'a talk to me or my'a brother like that. I do not'a tolerate this kind'a of behavior and I think'a England does not either." She rolled her eyes.
"Like that matters? One, England isn't here to say anything. Two, you aren't my boss and can't do anything." His eyes narrowed into two dangerous slits he started to roll up his sleeves.
"Oh really? Well'a I fink you need a lesson'a in respect." She saw the classic look in his eyes that either America or England gave her when they were about to spank her as he walked over and her eyes widened.
"You aren't going to... you wouldn't dare!" she shrieked as she backed up, "Only England or America can do that!" He grabbed her arm as she tried to get away.
"Try me," he hissed, "And they'a put you under my'a protection meaning my'a house my'a rules." She squirmed as she struggled against his iron grip.
"Let me go! You can't do this! You're an assh- OW!" The last part was from Lovino giving her a sharp smack on her backside.
"I'a suggest you would stop'a talking like that. I'll-a add a mouth washing as'a well." She shook her head, England had washed her mouth out with soap on several occasions that followed getting spanked with the slipper.
"No! Only England or America can punish me!" she argued as he pulled out a chair.
"Oh don't-a worry. I'll make sure'a to tell them about'a your behavior," he assured her as he flipped her over his lap. She continued to thrash around but he held tight. Without missing a beat, he brought his hand down on her clothed backside.
She yelped as more blows came raining down. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "I will not'a let you continue to'a act like this in my'a house!" he snapped as he alternated between cheeks.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She bit back her screams. "I'll tell America you were being a bitch to me!" she shouted but cried out as she received another stroke.
"Watch your language," he hissed but didn't stop the punishment. She kicked and fought but the Italian had a strong grip for someone so scrawny. At least that's what she thought. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Why'a are you being spanked?" he asked as he chastsised. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She glared up at him.
"Because you enjoy being a jackass?" she retorted. His hand froze, this girl was going way over the line. He took her off his lap and set her down.
"I'a didn't want to do'a this," he said as he went over to the counter, "But you'a leave me no'a choice." He pulled one of the drawers open and dug around for something. Finally, he found what he needed. He faced the little girl so she could see what he had in his hand. It was a wooded spoon that he had used once or twice on Italy.
She swallowed hard. "I-I didn't mean aything of it!" she stuttered as she backed up. He grabbed her, pinned her to his lap, and flipped the dress over, pulling her panties down as well. Then he brought hard wood onto her bare rear. She cried out, this was a lot worse then his hand.
"You," SMACK, "Will'a," SMACK, "Not," SMACK, "talk," SMACK, "to'a," SMACK, "me," SMACK, "like," SMACK, "That'a!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Why are you'a being spanked?"
"Because I was- OW! Being a brat!" she managed to get out. He nodded as he brought the spoon down again.
"And?"
"And I wouldn't- AH Wouldn't stop cussing!" she yelped. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She then let it all out and started to sob. "Please Mr. Romano I-I'll do anything if you would j-just stop!"
Lovino flinched but he knew he had to finish his punishments. He gave her a few good smacks on her sit spots to get his point across. Finally after many tears he set aside the spoon and pulled up the little girls underwear and flipped her dress over. "You'a can get up now'a," he whispered.
She slid off his lap and backed up as far as she could. Romano felt an aching in his stomach, now the girl was terrified of him. But he knew she needed the punishment. "I'm sorry."
He looked up. The girl was getting to her feet and her eyes were gazing at the floor. "I'm sorry for being such a brat," she mumbled as she messed with her dress, "I am ashamed of my behavior." He smiled and picked her up, rocking her a little and holding her tight against his chest.
"I know'a" he whispered as he wiped away her tears "But I'm still'a going to have to'a wash that dirty mouth'a of yours out." She nodded as if she expected it. Lovino took her to the sink and got out the bar of soap. Setting her on the counter, he ran it under the water. She looked at it with complete distaste. He turned towards her. "Open'a up."