It had been about a week since I'd appeared and I was being kept in a small room at America's house until a decision about what should be done with or about me. I had no idea why they had decided on America's house, perhaps it was because of my American accent. But either way, I wasn't going to complain. Despite his loudness and hero-complex he seemed to be friendly enough. And anything was better than France's suggestion of my staying with himself.
I had to shudder at the idea of staying with France. Yea, he was a hilarious character in the show but I wasn't of the mindset of staying with someone like that. And he would probably rape me given the chance and I really didn't want to deal with that.
Though, being cooped up, practically being kept as a prisoner, was getting old. Sure, America was pretty hospitable. He was providing me with cheeseburgers and invited me to play video games with him every so often so it wasn't as if I could really complain but I missed the ability to go off on my own. Well that and… Tony kind of creeped me out.
I sighed, flopping down onto the bed America had leant me. He was at another meeting to try to figure out how to deal with the situation I'd caused. This meant I was stuck in the room I'd been leant. There was nothing to do there aside from sleep. I felt just about ready to die from boredom but it wasn't like I was willing to go against the order I'd been given to stay in the room. It had come from an extremely powerful nation and going against that kind of power… seemed like a bad idea to me.
"Hey!"
I jumped up in surprise and looked out the window. Italy was standing outside and waving at me. I cocked my head, feeling confused. Shouldn't he have been at the meeting with everyone else? I opened the window and looked at him with a questioning look, becoming more surprised as he crawled in through the window. "Um…"
"Ciao(1) Marissa!" Italy said, waving at me as if this could be considered a normal occurrence.
"Hi… I don't mean to sound rude but… what're you doing here?" I asked.
"Ah~ I thought you'd like some company!" Italy replied.
"Oh… thanks. But, should you be at the meeting?"
"It ended already!"
I blinked. America had only left an hour or so ago. They must've finally made up their minds on the matter. I looked at Italy with a nervous expression. What could this mean. Was I going to be thrown into prison for having interrupted their meeting? Or worse, would they hand me over to France? No. They weren't THAT cruel… or were they? They could force me to eat English food… I wasn't sure if that would be worse than being given to France.
Or maybe they were just as curious to what was going on as I was. I hadn't exactly told them that they were from an anime or… anything fictional really. I had just told them I had laid down to take a nap because I was home sick, though I mentioned that I felt completely fine now when a few of the kinder countries had looked at me worriedly. And then I went on to tell them that after I fell asleep I woke up in the middle of the room and that they knew the rest.
It was a puzzling story. They hadn't believed me at first but after insisting that I was telling the truth and had no reason to lie they began to believe me. When questioned about why thinking they were pulling a prank on me I had outright lied. I told them that my friends were really into pranks and always tried to pull fast ones on me. And claiming to be different countries sounded like something they would do. The countries had all nodded in acceptance of the story but it was obvious that certain countries, Germany in particular, didn't quite believe my story. Not believing it was understandable, it was a lie after all.
"So, um… what are you all planning to do with me?" I asked, traces of fear most likely on my face.
Italy smiled and patted my shoulder. "Don't look so scared! America is going to come get you to bring you to the meeting hall. So… I probably shouldn't really say anything but… ah…" he said, trying to calm me down and find a way to word the decision in a way that wouldn't get him in trouble. "We just want to talk to you some more."
It was decent way of completely dodging the question while still answering it at the same time. But it didn't ease the nervousness I felt about it. I sat down on my bed and let out a frustrated sigh. I couldn't imaging what we could all talk about. I had told them everything I knew already. It wasn't fair to question me, leave me to wait for a long period of time, and then question me again! It wasn't fair at all.
"So… how did you get here before America did then?" I asked, wanting to change the subject away from what was causing me such frustration.
It was a legitimate question. Though I shouldn't have known about Italy's ability to retreat at great speeds and advance at… well, not nearly as great speeds I was well aware of the fact. And this didn't exactly seem like one of those retreat moments that would get him going at top speed. Though… he also wasn't the safest driver so that could've been an explanation as well. It was a scary thought for him to have driven here but it was also completely possible. "America went to go get lunch~" Italy answered, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
I had to stop myself from laughing. That would explain how Italy had beaten America here. Heck… it would explain why I might be waiting for America to get back for a good deal longer than I should have. "That sounds about right," I said, a faint, yet amused, smile on my face from the news. "I could be waiting a while then…"
"That's why I thought you might like some company!" Italy said happily, his smile looking friendly and good natured.
I smiled at Italy. He really was one of a kind. Having grown up with his grandfather he was bound to turn out artistic but he was so friendly and goofy as well. Though, that was probably a trait he'd acquired from his heritage as well. Maybe not so much one of a kind as I'd initially thought… then again. Rome had been known, not only, for it's art and culture but also for it's pure amount of power. Italy… well he wasn't exactly well known for being powerful by any means. If anything he was known for being a coward. A kind and goofy coward, but a coward nonetheless.
It made it almost comical to think of how he and Germany could manage to get along as well as they did. Germany was… there's not much more to say than he was Germany. Scary, strict, and good at what he did. Italy was lazy, artistic, and good natured. Then there was Japan as well. He seemed to compliment the other two well. Quiet and planning. So you had a team with three main parts to it. The intimidation needed to get Italy to train. The speed in retreating. And the planning needed to make winning battle plans.
"Hey! Why don't we go make some pasta or something!" Italy exclaimed, suddenly bringing me out of my thoughts. "I'm kind of hungry and you must be tired of whatever America's been feeding you, yea?"
I blinked, thinking hard about it. I had been on a strictly hamburger diet, along with the occasional bit of junk food I was offered when invited to game with America and Tony, for the past week. It was a bit tiring eating nothing but the greasy hamburgers, along with unhealthy. But I hadn't complained considering I was technically a prisoner and I was being fed better than I had to be. And pasta did sound delicious. But I had also been told to stay in the room when America wasn't around.
Though, letting Italy in probably wasn't exactly doing what I was supposed to do either. And I was going to be taken to the meeting hall by America later anyway. So there wasn't any major harm in leaving. After a minute or so of internal debate I nodded. "Sure, I'm not really sure if America has the makings for pasta though…" I said.
"Ah, that's fine~" Italy told me, beginning to climb through the window and outside. "I have the stuff in my car! You should never leave home without supplies!"
A giggle slipped out as Italy began running to his car. Italy would always have the makings for pasta with him, wouldn't he?
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New chapter~ Twas fun to write too ^.^ Italy is such a goofball and it's fun to write about!
