Dragoness: I'm currently stuck on a series known as Hetalia: Axis Powers. I figured I'd try my hand at a fanfic and used one of my (many) favorite couples as an experiment, Romano/Canada although this is considered to be a crack pairing. Story inspired by Canada's a What?! And Canada's Dating Who?! by Pirates Vs Ninjas, Pancakes and Pizza by Aulophonic Clarinetistand Diary of An Invisible Nation by ... I can't find who wrote it anymore...

Summary: Canada, the forgotten nation, holds a few closely guarded secrets that very few know about and one of the few people shares one of the secrets with her. Being of the curious (and extremely nosey) nature, Prussia wants to find out what said secrets are. And sadly brings in a heap of trouble for poor Canada.

Chapter Warnings:
- Oocness
- Language
- Combining Anime/Manga traits
- Any failed translations

Dragoness: I don't own Hetalia (sadly), though in all honesty it's probably a good thing considering how my obsessed mind works -rubs hands together while cacklin evilly-

-Begin-

Canada couldn't stop the sigh from escaping as royal blue mixed with violet eyes while watching the snow fall outside. Boredom was one thing that rarely struck the citrine blonde; it was something that would hit the loud mouth America frequently, not the quiet nation to the north. The nation's mind was elsewhere and the male was not paying any attention to what England, who was currently speaking of current events in his nation, was saying. Luckily South Italy, who was overlooked as well, sat beside the blonde and was currently taking notes.

Romano, better known as the southern half of Italy, kept his ears open as he wrote out notes with one hand. Greenish amber eyes held the same boredom as Matthew and dark auburn hair fell over the olive hued eyes. Lovino's other hand happened to be resting on the tundra nation's thigh, both enjoying the contact. Luckily no other nation seemed to notice how close the two constantly overlooked countries were or the intimate touches between the two.

About an hour later, the world conference had ended, much to the relief of the nations and best of all, only one fight broke out! This was one for the record books! Most of the nations had already left while a few stragglers were still gathering their belongings, Canada waited by the entrance as Romano finished packing his briefcase. The Mediterranean nation smiled as he gathered the tundra's nation hand in his own and began to pull him out.

"Let's go home Matteo" Lovino lead the dual blonde out of the room, all while smiling softly. Matthew's own lips lifted upward in a smile as well and he nodded in affirmative.

"Finally, I've been waiting hours, just watching the snow. It seems so inviting right now." The auburnette just chuckled and shook his head.

"You and your snow, it's amusing." This brought a pout from the Canadian.

"What about you and your tomatoes?" Instead of getting annoyed, Lovino just smirked at the other resulting in the dual-blonde haired nation to puff out pale cheeks while looking irritated. "Hmph, see if you get any tomatoes from me again," still pouting, Canada looked away childishly. Romano laughed as he leaned forward and laid a loving kiss on one of the round cheeks.

"Mi dispiace amor, forgive me?" Another brush of the lips on his pale cheek made Matthew loose his pout before he smiled softly at his fellow overlooked nation.

"Alright, but the next time you pick on me about snow you're losing your tomatoes for a week." Lovino laughed full heartedly before agreeing. "Come on, before it snows harder," the blonde pulled the normally bad tempered male towards the door. "And don't worry Lovi; I'll drive in this weather." The two headed out the door; unaware of the ruby red orbs watching the nations leave.

-After the Drive to the Temporary Home-

The two nations entered the home from the now raging snowstorm, both sighing in relief at the feeling of freedom from the meeting. Romano helped Canada with his jacket after tending to his own and the two removed their shoes.

"You go change first" the Italian told the blonde as he loosened his own tie and unbuttoned his shirt cuffs.

"Merci" Matthew smiled as he pecked a tanned cheek and headed off to their room. Lovino sat once he heard the door closed and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt while closing olive orbs. He had no more than sat back before three beings jumped onto his own, a groaned pain escaped his throat before he could stop it.

"PAPA!" Three different voices of different pitches and tones screamed. Still groaning, a single eye opened to glare slightly at his children. Three faces, each varying in shades from pale to tan, all smiled at him. With a sigh of defeat, Lovino managed to grin back at his offspring, albeit still holding traces of pain. Amber eyes looked over the much younger beings, taking in their appearances.

Chiara, the oldest and only girl of the three, clung to Romano's left side with a small, gentle smile on her tanned olive face. His little principessa looked very much like Matthew with the large indigo eyes, looped ahoge and wavy hair in braided pigtails. The hair was the only difference between the nation and child was the dark colored hair she had inherited from her Italian father. A large and baggy, red sweater swamped the young girl's petite body and black plaid pants fit better than the shirt. One fuzzy, red sock and one fuzzy, tan sock adorned the child's feet, indicating she couldn't find any matching socks.

Olivier, the middle child and oldest boy, sat in the Italian's lap with a mischievous grin. Romano gave the boy a mild warning glare so as the blonde would not jump while on his lap, much like what the Italian used to do to Spain during his (Romano's) childhood. Olivier looked like a combination between the two different nations; pale olive skin, large yet narrowed greenish amber eyes; blonde hair looking very much like Romano's including the famous ahoge. The boy wore a grey hoodie that had obviously seen better days, green flannel pants and matching dual colored green/grey socks indicated that the kid had better luck at finding matching socks than his older sister.

And finally Enzo, the youngest boy who looked like he was still in his toddler years (but isn't), cuddled into his father's right side. The boy wore a child's Canadian hockey team hoody, baggy jeans and red socks on his tiny feet. As far as the children's' appearances, Enzo's were the most unique. While he may have looked like a chibi Canada in looks and with similar hair, the coloring was a little bit different. Much like Matthew's, the youngest child had blonde on top but instead of strawberry blonde, the bottom half was the exact same shade as Romano's. Instead of one ahoge like his parents, Enzo had three ahoges: One on the left side of his hair, one on the right side and one towards the bottom half of his hair, much like his great grandfather, Rome. His eyes were indigo with spikes of amber and held a false sense of innocence. The only three who seemed to see through the innocent façade were his beloved sister, mommy and tempered daddy.

"Did you two listen to your sister while we were gone?" A tanned hand ruffled the younger boys' hairs, careful of the curls. Both nodded their heads rapidly and Lovino looked at his daughter for confirmation. Chiara nodded with a rather amused smile, her father was one of the few who knew the two would lie about being good and innocent.

"Where's maman?" Olivier asked looking up at his papa with matching amber eyes. Romano was about to respond when a pair of arms wrapped loosely around his neck and another body leaned against his back.

"Right here" a soft yet feminine voice replied instead. Lovino looked back to look Matthew or rather Madeline as it was her -yes her- real name. Madeline had removed the wig she usually wore, a shorter version of her actual hair colors and wore her usual baggy maple leaf hoody. Her "Canadian Rockies" were actually more noticeable now as they were no longer bound, faded jeans fit more snuggly on her legs. Romano's eyes softened with love as he looked back at his beautiful wife. Leaning back, the Italian felt cooler lips brush again his heated ones. "Your turn" Madeline said has she patted her husband's shoulder and picked up Enzo who held up his arms for his maman.

Lovino pulled Olivier off his lap as he stood up and groped Canada's jean-cladded ass as he walked by the female. A devious smirk formed at the yelp, Romano chuckled to himself at he felt the childish pout that the female was staring at his retreating back with. He closed the door behind his back with a satisfied click.

Sighing, the Canadian headed to the kitchen to start dinner all while carrying her youngest son. Madeline pressed a kiss to her son's forehead before setting him down, smiling gently. She leaned forward and rested her hands on her knees.

"Maman needs to start dinner, what sounds good?"

Enzo crossed his arms and stuck out his tongue out as if thinking. He was quiet as he was thinking. "Mattoes. Matto soup" he said as finally came up with an answer.

"Tomato soup? Hmm, that sounds good but what else?"

"Gilled cheese!" Enzo threw out his arms as he shouted in triumph, laughing with glee. Canada laughed with her son before she started on the soup; homemade tomato soup of course, Romano would have a coronary if she used canned soup. The other dual blonde in the room watched his mother for a few more before settling himself on the floor with a coloring book and crayons for his entertainment.

Madeline was soon lost in her own world while preparing dinner, skillfully avoiding her youngest son. The soup was simmering and the cheese sandwiches, no doubt made from finest of Italian cheeses and genuine Tuscan bread, grilling on the griddle. The Canadian hummed a random tune from her childhood as she cut up some tomatoes for a salad for her tomato-obsessed family. So caught up in her work the blonde did not notice the presence of her husband behind her until she felt tanned olive arms wrap around her waist and pull her to the harder body of a male.

"How much longer bella?" Lovino nibbled on a pale ear, smirking at the shudder from Madeline's body. Indigo eyes looked back into greenish amber orbs.

"Ten more minutes amour." The auburnette rested his head on the blonde's shoulder, the two normally overlooked nations enjoying the quiet moment. Unfortunately that moment ended a little too soon.

"Maaaaamaaaaaaan! Paaaaaaapaaaaaa! Oli won't stop pulling my braaaaiiiiid! OW! Knock it off OLI!" The two sighed as they heard their daughter yelling out and at the antics of younger siblings, a loud thump could be heard from the other room. Oh to be a parent and have trouble making sons. Honestly their sons reminded them so much of America and Veneziano, at least that added to their experience for raising the boys.

"Is dinner ready yet?!" Olivier shouted as he came busting in through the door, sporting a good sized goose egg on the back of his head.

"Not yet" replied his maman, the two adults not even pulling apart at the intrusion. "But you and your sceur can set the table." At the younger blonde's protest, Lovino glared sternly in his son's direction; a small squeak escaped the child, he scrambled to the next room to get his sister.

Madeline giggled as she watched her son run around the kitchen trying to set the table as his sister helped out at her own pace. The scene bringing a sense of normalcy to the tundra nation, a sigh of content leaving her lips.

-Meanwhile a few hours back at the end of the meeting-

Prussia took a sip of beer as he thought over the little scene he had seen earlier. Had he really seen Romano and Canada acting all lovey-dovey? Did he really see Romano smile?! Pale hands anxiously ran through shocking white hair as the albino nation became frustrated. Then an idea hit the obnoxious ex-nation.

"I know! The awesome me will tell my friends and will give their opinions on the un-awesome thing I saw!" Cackling to himself, Gilbert pulled out his cellphone and scrolled through his contacts to call up his friends.

-End!-

Dragoness: And that's the end of Chapter 1 of Secret! I'm so happy!

Romano: It's about time you finished this perverted bitch!

Dragoness: Aw, come on now. Don't be like that!

Romano: How long have you been writing this? -Crosses arms and raises an eyebrow-

Dragoness: ... -Refuses to answer-

Canada: Four months

Dragoness: ... But it's not all that bad... Well except for the ending... I got an outline for at least the first three chapters so that helps a little... Find out what happens next chapter~!

Info I left out:

- World Meeting taking place in Germany during winter months

Kids:

Chiara Vargas (First Name - Italian)
- Looks 9 yrs old but actual age is close to 45 yrs old
- Long, wavy, dark auburn hair, has ahoge like mother; wide, indigo eyes; Tannish-olive skin tone
- Looks like a younger Fem!Canada
- Represents Sicily, Italy
- Completely innocent, naive personality, has father's temper but doesn't get angry like father
- Has been known to hit people if they pull her hair/ahoge or annoy her
- Favors red, brown, and gold colors (Fall leaf colors - warm/spicy colors)
- Seems to have no luck when it comes to socks (Even if they are already MATCHED)
- HATES to dress up, despises when brother chooses dresses/girly stuff for her to wear
- Prefers comfortable clothing
- Speaks mainly Italian

Olivier Vargas (First Name - French)
- Looks 6 yrs old but actual age is close to 30 yrs old
- Short, blonde hair, has ahoge like father; wide but narrowed golden hazel eyes; palish-olive skin tone
- Represents Ontario, Canada
- Most like father, acts like Chibiromano
- Great cook, loves anything with pasta, tomatoes or maple products
- Extremely vulgar
- Favors green and brown colors (earthy colors) and for some reason, greys
- Loves fashion and dressing up (Kinda like 2pRomano when it comes to clothing)
- Speaks mainly French

Enzo Vargas (First Name - Italian/French)
- Looks 2 yrs old but actually close to 12 yrs old
- Wavy dual colored hair, blonde on top and auburn on bottom; large indigo eyes with spikes of hazel, Mini ahoges on left/right/bottom half side (supposed to be like Great-Grandpa Rome)
- Represents ? (Undecided as of yet)
- Looks like ChibiCanada but acts like Chibiromano
- Uses cute looks to make people drop their guards
- Favors anything red colored
- Likes to call Tomatoes, "mattoes" as it's close to the Italian pronunciation of Matthew "Matteo" (Mama's male human name)

Notes about all three kids:
- All three speak Italian, French, English and surprisingly Ancient Italian/Latin (Not sure what it's called)
- All three have verbal ticks (haven't decided what for which kid)
- All three are artistic in their own rights. Chiara - Music/Writing, Olivier - Fashion/DJ-ing (Mixing music, not Radio person) and Enzo - ? (Headin towards art for when he's older).
- They all share the talent for cooking/baking and sports