Ok... here's the first chapter in Music & Mafia. I do not own Hetalia, obviously. If I did, Italy and Romano would be girls, but then this story would've never happened. I only own my ocs of the states, DC, and London.
Chapter 1: Whoa...
As Big Brother and I walked into the building, I was being told not to intervene in the flow of the meeting, unless spoken to. I rolled my eyes at that. He knew me well enough that I would say my own opinion if I wanted to. Of course, he was probably telling me this because he had to, not that he wanted to. "And another thing, I don't want you to speak to the countries unless they speak to you. Unless it's France. Then you come to me, Iggy, Romano, Germany, or Hungary. Well... not Romano, because he's scared of France, so Spain, then." Big Brother told me. I knew about France, and he scared me...a lot.
I nodded and said, "You don't need to worry about me. I know you just want me safe and all, but you know me well enough that I'm going to talk at the meeting, and all that stuff." He laughed and ruffled my hair for the second time today. I glared at him, but in a playful manner. We got into the elevator to see England and London, his little sister and one of my best friends. "Hey, Luna, Arthur." I said, smiling at the two of them.
"Hello, Ella. How are you today?" England said. Did I mention I love their accents? They are so sophisticated and amazing!
"I'm well, and extremely excited!" I said, smiling the biggest smile ever.
"Whoa, Ella, calm down. You don't need to lose your cool once you see the other really cute boys coming." London, or Luna, said. She has blonde hair and green eyes like her brother, and she normally wears a t-shirt with the British flag on it and jeans, but today she was wearing a knee-length pink dress, a light pink ribbon as a choker, and light pink ballet flats. I didn't really understand what she meant until I saw to boys, probably twins, running up.
"Hey, idiota! Wait up!" said one with brown hair, green eyes, and wearing khaki. He had an Italian accent, I noticed.
"Ve~! Wait up, America, England, London!" said the other boy. He also had an Italian accent, but he had reddish-brown hair and was wearing blue. I couldn't tell what his eye color was, for his eyes were closed. I kind of wondered how he say where he was going.
"Ok!" I said, pressing the button that keeps the doors open. The two ran into the elevator.
"Thanks, bella!" The boy with the reddish-brown hair said. I blushed, since I knew 'bella' meant beautiful. "Oh, America, is this your little sorella?"
Big Brother nodded. "Yep, this is my little sis, Tennessee." he said.
"Call me Ella, though." I said, before he could continue. I knew he was going to say 'she's the heroic little sister of the hero' and then laugh. I had to go through that when he was introducing me to Germany, England, and Spain. Gosh, I hated that. I'm no hero. I just want to play my music.
"Well, thanks, Ella." The other boy said, looking at me. "I'm Romano, and this is Italy. Well, actually our names are Lovino Vargas and Feliciano Vargas." He seemed kind of...surprised as he took in what I looked like, making me very confused. Big Brother must have pressed the button to go up to what ever floor we were supposed to go, because a little bell sounded, telling us that our floor was here.
"C'mon, sis." Big Brother said, and I ran after him, Lovino and everyone else following. As we entered, I was amazed with what I saw. So many people, and a huge window viewing the city. I immediately ran over to it, and gasped.
"Whoa..." I whispered. We were so high up, it was amazing. I had never been really high, honestly. I liked staying on the ground, but this was wonderful. I hadn't noticed someone walking up behind me until he spoke.
"Like the view?" I already knew it was Lovino. I turned and nodded.
"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." I said, smiling. Big Brother called me over and I ran off, not noticing Lovino's eyes trailing my every move.
Romano's p.o.v.
I watched Ella run off, over to America. She's so small and delicate, I had no clue what I was doing, but I couldn't help but smile at her. Antonio came over and said, "You have an interest in the little American girl?"
I looked over at him. He was the one who took care of me, and who knew everything about me. "I don't know." I said, "I guess. She's just so...different than all those other girls."
"Ah, so you do." the Spaniard said, smiling. "Well, you better keep an eye on her, or she'll be gone before you know it."