So, yeah, 2nd chapter...
I don't own Hetalia and never will. I DO own Fiorella del Prato however.
Arrivederci:Rewritten
"Sorella! Time to get up! We have another meeting today, remember?" Felicia said, shaking her sister awake.
"Damn... let me sleep... i don't have to go anyways..." Chiara mumbled into her pillow.
"No! You haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaave to come!" Felicia insisted, literally pulling her sister upright.
"Why?" Chiara asked, yawning.
"Because... um... because I want you there...?" Felicia tried weakly. Chiara stared at her blankly, before falling back into bed.
"no." She replied clearly.
"SORELLA!"
After a lot of pushing, bribing, and arguing, Chiara somehow had to go to the meeting. Sighing in her seat, she glared at the rest of the nations. Same as yesterday. Same as forever.
She fixed her gaze on a pattern on the wall. Is was an Italian flag, however, a partly translucent picture of the Vargas sisters was hanging in front. In the picture, Felicia was smiling, and Chiara was glaring. People looked at it, then immediately talked to Felicia instead of her 'moody, scary' sister, Chiara. Sighing for the hundredth time that day, she started to twist a lock of long, curly, dark chocolate hair with her finger, very bored. Why'd everything have to not go her way?
First, she didn't sleep a wink last night, then she was forced to go to this meeting, only to find it was worthless, like all other meetings. It was unfair. She rolled her eyes to heaven, crossing her arms and dropping that piece of hair.
After what seemed like forever, that god damned meeting was over, and the next one wasn't until next month, in Berlin. that meant she didn't have to go. Alleluia, Thank God.
"Hey, Sorella! I'm hanging out with Ludwig-kun and Sakura-chan until later! I wanted to tell you, so you won't worry!" Felicia told Chiara shortly after they were out of the meeting room.
"Whatever, I don't care if you hang around Sakura, but be damn careful with that crafty potato bastard!" Chiara warned her.
"Oh, Sorella! Ludwig-kun wouldn't hurt a fly! Well, maybe he would, but... well... he just won't hurt me, okay?" Felicia tried to piece a response to her over protective sister.
"Whatever! Don't come crying when he hurts you though!" Chiara said, sticking to her point.
"Okay, I won't!~" Felicia called, already running towards her two friends.
Chiara huffed and walked away, letting her feet carry her wherever.
She found herself in front of a small cafe, but a nice one, and it served wonderful food. She sat down and waited for the waitress to come.
She put a hand on her chin and looked out the window drearily. It was raining again, she observed. Rain, rain, unrelenting and cold to the touch. Many countries have associated her with snow or rain, she had noticed. If only they knew her true self... they knew nothing about her, yet, she sometimes agreed with them. She didn't know why.
"Miss? What would you like today?" A young teenage girl came up to her table, a soft smile upon her face.
"A black coffee, please." Chiara said, somehow finding she was smiling back, though her smile was a bit sad.
"Right Away, Miss." The girl hurried back to the counter. Chiara turned back to the window.
The rain was starting to lighten up, and the bright sun was peaking out from the dark clouds. Curse the Sun. It made things look happy, when truly, everyone had something sad to think about. Yes everyone. Every. Single. Fricking. Person out there.
"Here you go, Miss." The girl had returned, carefully setting down the piping hot beverage.
"Chiara." Chiara said with out thinking.
"W-what?" The girl asked, surprised.
"Call me Chiara." Chiara repeated.
"O-oh, sure... I'm Fiorella del Prato." Fiorella said, smiling again. Once again, Chiara smiled too.
After Fiorella's shift was done, the two girls chatted aimlessly, the topic ranging from the weather to the murder rates in the city.
"I have to go, see you around sometime!" Fiorella smiled at Chiara, before turning slowly and walking away.
"Be Safe, you Hear me!" Chiara called after the girl. Fiorella turned and just nodded and smiled, before returning to her walk.
Chiara sighed and started back home, and the rain had stopped completely. Though, Chiara was sure it was going to rain again later.
Yay, Chiara has a friend!