*Disclaimer* I don't own Hetalia. Sicily, however, is mine.
A/N: Well, I got the idea for this one-shot while I was writing the first one. So, whatever. Enjoy.
*Story description* All the countries are over at England's house and Sicily got dragged along. Faking going to the bathroom she goes exploring. What could she find?
Sicily was bored. Good to honest bored. She was at a meeting at England's house with all the other countries. She had wanted to stay at home while Italy went to the meeting by himself but he had dragged her along anyway. She muttered something about going to the bathroom and got up. She passed quite a few doors before one caught her attention.
She grabbed the handle and pushed the door open. Dust flew up in the air and made Sicily sneeze. She looked around quickly before stepping through the door and shutting it. There was a staircase and a dim light coming from the end of it. She started climbing the stairs. Everything got dustier as she walked up.
"Whoa!" Sicily said to herself as she took in the piles of boxes and random things around the room. "This must be England's attic or something! Time to explore!"
She went over to the nearest box and opened it. She picked up a small model of a ship. She examined it for a second before putting it down and returning to the box and ruffled around. Nothing else extremely interesting caught her eye so she returned the ship to the box and went on to the next one.
She opened it up and looked inside. There were a whole bunch of pictures inside. She picked up one in a golden frame. It was England, France, America, and… and… oh what was his name? Sicily remembered seeing him somewhere before. Brushing that aside she slid the picture out of the frame and turned it over.
France, America, Canada and I, it read. So the person who's name Sicily was trying to remember was Canada. Was he the person with the polar bear? She shrugged and picked up another picture. This one had a younger looking England and France in it. Sicily stifled laughter as she looked over the picture. They both looked so funny. She picked up another picture and choked on her laughter. Was that Italy and Germany? They looked so different. She grabbed another picture and gave it a good look. She didn't recognize the man and woman standing in the picture, or why they were by a piano but oh well.
"How did England come into possession of these pictures?" Sicily asked herself, "I don't even think he knew these people. Wonder what else is up here?"
She left the pictures on the floor except for the one she had in her hand. When she looked down at the picture she flat out stopped walking.
"Is that England in a pirate hat?" She asked. "Why is it so dark up here?" She dropped the picture on the ground and went looking for a light switch. When she found one she quickly switched it on. The boxes and piles on stuff were bathed in better light so Sicily could see better.
She walked over to something that looked slightly like a wardrobe. She flung open the doors and got a face full of dust. She coughed and waved her hand in front of her face to rid the space in front of her of dust. When she stopped coughing and looked at the contence of the wardrobe. It looked like a bunch of moth eaten clothes. She was about to close the wardrobe when something caught her eye.
"No way," Sicily breathed. She reached up and pulled a pirate hat off the top shelf. Dust rained on top of her but she didn't care. She looked at the hat and then opened the wardrobe as far as it could go. She put the hat on the floor and pulled out a pirate outfit. "England was a pirate!"
Sicily went running around trying to find more things that indicated anything about England's pirate life. She pulled out lots of ship figurines and statues but they were all different, no way of telling which one was England's ship. She looked behind a box filled to the brim with old dishes and found a long sword. She picked it up and placed it by the hat and the clothes.
"This is so cool!" She said, her eyes shining with excitement, "England was a real pirate! I wonder if Italy knows?"
There was a thump that didn't come from the room Sicily was in. Her hands flew to her mouth.
"How long was I up here? Maybe people have come looking for me!"
She quickly went down the stairs and opened the door. After making sure the hallway was clear she walked out and shut the door. She went walking down the hallway until she met Italy.
"Sicily! How long does it take to go to the bathroom?" he asked her.
"Are you a girl?" Sicily questioned, "No. I don't think you would know how long it takes girls to go to the bathroom."
The brother and sister went back into the room with everyone else. Sicily endured the rest of the meeting but couldn't resist sneaking some glances at England and wondering if he really had been a pirate at one point.
When everyone was leaving She procrastinated enough so that she and Italy were the last ones to leave. As she walked out the door she turned to England and said, "Arg, pirate or not, your attic is pretty dusty. You should clean it." After she saw the surprised look on England's face she turned and left.
"What was that about?" Italy asked her.
Sicily shrugged. "I don't know. I was in the bathroom."
A/N: Yay! I thought that turned out pretty good. I only have one more one-shot idea before I run out of ideas so after that there might not be an update for a while. But I'll try and get an idea ASAP.