Mini story Chapter title: Home alone

Chapter # 2:

Genre: humor

Characters: America/ Sicily

mini story:Home Alone

Setting: Present

I lay on the couch in front of the big-screen television in America's house. He was gone, so I was currently alone- with the exception of Tony, who was stretched out beside me half-asleep. I sighed a long exasperated sigh that caught Tony's attention and caused him to wake up and look at me questionably.

"Fucking?" He asked

"English-a Tony, I know you can speak-a English." I said flatly whilst rolling my eyes at him. If England and the others knew he could talk, they would flip.

"Hungry?" He questioned as he shifted his position on the couch to get up.

I thought for a moment as I also moved from my comfortable position to check the time on my watch. America has been gone since 7:30 this morning, and I haven't eaten since I cooked breakfast for all of us.

"Yeah, I-a guess... what do you-a want?" it was pretty obvious that I wasn't the only one hungry since Tony brought up food in the first place. Tony put his finger up to his invisible mouth while he thought.

"Mmm..." His ruby eyes lit up as he decided. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed a stool so he could reach the drawer. He messed around in a pile of brightly-colored papaes, while I looked on in confusion. One of the papers dropped to the floor, and I picked it up and read it. "Golden Dragon Chinese food." I nodded my head in realization. Tony wanted to eat out. After awhile of looking through the papers, he finally pulled out a bright yellow-and-red pamplet, and handed it to me. I didn't need to see the name to know what it was...

"McDonald's... out of all th- oh well... "

I stared at the American, seething with rage. "You-a kidnapped me?"The blonde stared at me smiling.

"Haha... uh yeah, I guess we did..." I felt someone grab my hand and kiss the top of it and the move down my side... France

"Mon amour aren't you glad—nght!" The other countries could only watch with sympathy as I stood over my surrogate brother, wailing on him like no tomorrow.

"Aiya! Why doesn't anyone do anything?"

"Vy don't you,China?"

"She might hurt ME!"

"Keep going Sicily... Untill the wanker is dead..."

"Dude, France I seriously think you went too far!"

"Mon Amour! There is only one time when love should be THIS painful! And I should be doing it to you!"

"YOU'RE-A ONLY MAKING ME HIT YOU-A HARDER FRANCE!"

After a while of incredibly accurate punches, America finally stood up and dragged me off of the older man. I was surprised to see that I had drawn no blood. My ANGEL would have though... Speaking of..

MY ANGEL! the countries jumped back in surprise. WHERE-A IS IT? WHERE IS MY-A ANGEL?

Your what? England asked confused.

"Dammit! My gun you ass! You took it when you invaded my home! Now where is it!" England looked on at me with a look of disgust, I had obviously offended him... not that I give a rat's ass...

Haha! Dude calm down! It's right here! America shouted from behind me. He held up the silver Colt gun in front of my face. I gasped and snatched it out of his reach.

"Good... and-a stop-a calling me that..."

America looked puzzled. What? Dude? Oh! You're right! You're a girl so I shoul call you Dudette-"

"No! Don't-a give me any-a nicknames! It's not like I'm-a your friend or anything!" I saw what looked like a flash of hurt in his eyes. His smile faded slowly. It was my turn to be puzzled.

" This guy can't-a be serious! We haven't even known each other for twenty-four hours and he already likes me like that?"

"Oh...o-ok... um, Sicily then..."

I ignored his saddened face, even though I had to admit, it did give me a tight feeling in my chest... no matter.

"What am I-a doing here?" I changed the subject as quickly as I could.

Don't you know by now malenkaya devotshka [1]? Russia asked.

"You are our our prisoner." China finished. I stared in disbelief.

Yep! America chimed in. and i'm in charge of ya!" He was suddenly happy again.

"Dammit! I should have-a been a bit nicer! He's gonna destroy me! "

"You'll be staying at my house..."

"Oh God! He'll probably work me to the bone! This will be the death of me!-"

"But I won't push you to do anything you don't want to..."

"I'm gonna die- wait what?"

"The last thing I wanna do is hurt you in any way... I refuse..."

Well that was sweet... Damn! Sicily! Remember Alonzo?... Remember...always.."

"You can-a do what you-a want with me, I don't care... I'm-a stronger than I look i'm not here to accept your kindness. You want to be-a nice?Send-a me home!" Again the flash of hurt surged through his eyes but this time, he didn't mask it with a smile.

"I'm sorry... Sicily... I can't do that, but I will keep my promise...please trust me. It would be cool to have you as a friend." With his eyes cast downward, he lifted his hand for me to grab it and shake it. I hesitated, but finally pushed my hand forward. It was more of a long pause with our hands connected than it was a hand shake. After a while America's face began to light up again- almost like a light bulb. England soon interrupted sounding a bit annoyed.

"Alright, enough of this! Ms. Sicily, its time we asked you a few questions-"

"Dude are you for real? America interrupted. Yep, hes fine... Haha! Now way Dude! This meeting is over! We'll meet again in a week then we can question her!"

"You Git! We need to ask her questions now! She might escape in a week!" England shouted as the young blonde grabbed hold of my arm and dragged me out of the meeting area and into the bright summer afternoon.

Meanwhile...

"Germany! Germany! Germany! They have my little sister!" The small Italian man burst through the Germans bedroom. For once, Italy was up before him- a little too early, so Germany was still half asleep.

"...Italy... Vat are you talking about...slow down..." The Italian did anything but slow down, in fact, those very words seemed to make him talk even faster.

"Iwokeupthismorningandi-awantedto-avisitmylittlesister,butwheni-agotthereallisawwas-aherhouseblownto-abitsandtheGermansoldjers deadinsidewhatwasleft-"

"ITALY! The German man spat. SLOW DOWN AND TELL ME VAT'S ZA MATTER!"

"The Allies have Sicily!" He screamed, now on his knees nearly crying. The Germans eyes flew open as he sprung out of his bed and threw on his over-cloths. The Italian, still on his knees watched the taller man while trying to regain his composure.

"S-so will you-a help her?" Germany spun around to face the Italian.

"Of course I vill. Vat kind of question is zat?"

Thank you-a Germany!"Italy hopped up and raced out of the room. The tall man stared into his mirror and thought.

"Germany! I want you to meet someone! Hurry"

"Vhy don't you run this fast in training? Vats this person's name anyvey?"

"Huh? Oh! Right! Her name is Sicily!"

"Her? Zis can't be the same one who took down Turkey?"

Yep! That's-a her!

"Sicily is a girl?"

"Wow! Thats funny! Why does-a everyone keep saying that?-oh were-a here! Ciao-a Sicily!"

"Ah? Oh! Ciao Italia! Whos that with you?"

This is Germany! He really strong and big! But I guess you can see that!"

"Well it's nice to meet you."

"Ja,you too..."

"So what did you think of Sicily? Pretty isn't she?"

"Vat? Oh um..ja I guess so...Italy, vhy did you bring me over to meet her in za first place?"

"Oh...um about that... I was kind of-a hoping that you guys would fall in love...?"

"VAT?"

Germany sighed and looked at his own reflection in the foggy mirror.

"Vell Italy, it vorked... Sicily"