Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. There.
Isabella was ready to kiss her house when they arrived home a few hours later. Between the busy market, and Feliciano's constant chatter about anything he saw, she was ready to pack herself in that box and send herself away. But, she kept her temper, and didn't stake Feliciano with a piece of wood from a stand.
Once inside, she put all of the food items away. Then she promptly fell onto the couch with a loud sigh. She had wished the manual would have said, "Warning: This unit is a handful and with touch anything he sees. Needs constant attention."
Feliciano was still talking, looking through her house with Tino in tow. Tino had managed to grow attached to the talkative boy, and followed him wherever he went. Isabella was just glad for a break. "I think I'm going to need some tea," she thought, her stress evident in her voice.
As Feliciano looked through the several paintings in her house, she relaxed with hot Jasmine tea to calm her nerves. She heard his constant chatter stop and she sighed in relief. "Um, bella? Can I ask-a you something?" She looked up and saw him atop the stairs, padding down her stairs. He stopped in the doorway to her room.
She sat up, eyebrows raised in question. "Yes, Feli?"
"Well… I was-a wondering," He started, looking at his shoes with interest, "Do you-a like me, or am I-a just annoying to-a you?" He asked quietly.
Isabella's expression softened and she stood up, straightening her hem line. She walked over to him and gave him a bright smile and a hug. "I do like you. You're very adorable, just talkative," she answered as he hugged her back.
"Good-a, I was-a worried," he said pulling back and flashing a smile. Isabella rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek.
"It's very hard not to like you Feli, you're so very cute!" She replied. Wait, did I just kiss his cheek? You know what, it's not a huge deal, and they do that a lot in Italy. He must be used to it. Isabella shook her head and smiled again. Feli also looked a little shocked, but he just shrugged and smiled back.
Isabella thought back to the manual, and realized a slight problem. "You only have three outfits," she said mostly to herself, "You're going to need clothes," she looked at him and nodded, "Normal clothes." Feliciano just looked confused. Isabella looked at Tino. "Alright boy, we'll be back later. Feli, come with me. We're going shopping."
"We're-a going where-a?" He asked as Isabella tugged him out of the house and locked her door behind her.
"Goddess Clothing. You need some new clothes," she said hailing a taxi.
"Oh. We're-a going shopping! Ve~" he exclaimed, clapping his hands. Isabella looked at him as they got into the cab and wondered what size he was. She was wondering a lot of things at that time though.
Like, where did Feli even come from? And who ordered him? And why send it to her? Was it just a prank? Her head was spinning with questions, and she was ready to explode with questions about this 'unit' she had come to adopt more or less. And would she be making anything but pasta in the future?