Hey guys I hope you like all this! I'm so happy I've already got a few readers from a few countries even though I just started writing this weekend! I heard from one of my readers when will Japan come soon. Wait, Japan will come soon. Shall we meet Italy's brother then…
Chapter 2: Living with Italy and Italy's brothers
Italy's home was quiet nice. Germany's shack had become a home the past ' 20 years' and I bet Italy's home was like Germany's but it better. It was like a bungalow. It had many rooms and it was a nice place, the walls had many paintings.
" Wow Italy, you have a nice home." I complimented.
" Thank you Kris! It's good to be back home!" Italy said in his normal cheery mood. I smiled. Then I asked " So where's my room?"
" Um… ah! In here!" Italy said as he opened a door on the right. We both went into the room. It was huge, it was like three times the size of my bedroom. There was a queen bed at one side of the room, a cupboard, a dresser, a fur rug, my own bathroom and so much more! I had to share a room with my sister in my own bedroom but this, wow. The walls were off a pale reddish-pink. Wow, I love it!
" Do you like it~" Italy asked.
" Like it? I love it!" Thank you Italy!" I exclaimed. Italy smiled as I explored the room and put my things down.
" Do you want me to show you around?" Italy asked.
" Yeah, but first let me put my things away. I really need more clothes…" I said.
" We can buy some later, and I'll wait for your to unpack." Italy said.
" But I don't have any money." I told Italy.
" It's okay, I'll buy them for you!" Italy said cheerfully.
" You sure it won't be a problem?" I asked. Italy shook his head. Then I went and hugged him and exclaimed " Thank you so much Italy!"
" You should do this more often!" Italy flirted. I immediately stopped hugging, blushing. I know Italy sometimes flirted with me but I didn't get used to it yet. It's what he does to all pretty women he sees but still. Wait, does he think I'm pretty!? No girl, calm down. Remember, single for life.
" Don't count on it." I said. Then Italy left. I changed into my last set of clean clothes, a white t-shirt with a blue butterfly and red jeans, and unpacked my things. Then when I finished, I stepped out of the room into the empty hallway and said " Hello? Italy? Where are you?"
Silence. I want to look for Italy, maybe he can show me around. I don't really know the place well. Maybe I should stay here. I was about to turn around when I bumped into someone. We both fell down into an awkward position, with me on top of whoever it was. Then I heard the person under me swore. I quickly stood up and said " I'm so sorry, so sorry, sorry!" Then I looked at the face.
" There you are Italy! I've been lo-"
" Who the freaking hell are you! What are you doing here you clumsy slut! And I'm not Italy! God I would rather die than to be like him!" Italy suddenly exclaimed. Huh? That didn't sound like Italy.
His voice was much deeper than Italy's voice and sounds a lot more rude. He looks slightly older than Italy, about seventeen or eighteen. Then I got a closer look. He has dark brown hair with one stray hair instead of red and green rude eyes instead of kind orange ones. He looks a lot like Italy but instead of the blue coat like uniform, he was wearing a brown one. I got to admit he was cute if it wasn't for his rudeness.
" Who are you? You look like Italy but you're definitely not him." I said, narrowing my eyes.
" I'm Southern Italy, Romano! And mainly, who the hell are you!" the guy exclaimed. Romano!? Italy's brother. Wow, they may look alike but their attitudes are poles apart. That was when the real Italy came in.
" Hello Romano~ I see you met my friend Kristina!" Italy exclaimed.
" I don't care about your stupid girlfriend, she practically pounced herself unto me. And where have you been all these years?" Romano shouted. I blushed, what the hell? I wasn't Italy's girlfriend, just his friend.
" I'm just his friend Romano. I'm sorry okay. Let me start over, hi I'm Kristina, nice to met you Romano." I said after I calmed down. Romano seemed to calm down a bit but was still under the weather.
" Whatever." Romano said " So what are you doing here anyway?"
" Oh, Kristina's going to live with us for awhile." Italy said.
" What?! You are going to let a clumsy girl into our house just like that?! For what I know, I don't like her already." Romano said, glaring at me. I wanted to hide but I just stood tall.
" Well, it's not like I'll disturb you on purpose." I said. " Just to ask and I hope you aren't bothered, are you guys twins or something because you look alike?"
Romano and Italy looked at each other, seriously. When you see the two brothers together, you would probably think they are twins. Romano looked at me annoyed and said " We aren't twins." Oh… I don't think I'm in Romano's good books. Italy didn't mind at all.
" Hey Kristina, would you like a tour around the house?" Italy asked. I nodded. Italy led the way and I walked beside him. As he was pointing to the places in the house, Romano was trailing behind to ' keep an eye on her so she won't cause any trouble'. I think he just wants to know more about me basically since he's suspicious and all.
Soon, we came to probably Romano's favourite place in the entire house, the tomato gardens. I wonder why Italians are so fond of tomatoes. Romano took a big fat juicy one from a plant and started eating it. It looked pretty fresh, but I didn't want to take one from the garden. Romano would probably yell at me for taking his tomatoes or something. Then I saw someone tending the gardens.
He seemed slightly taller than Romano and Italy. He has very dark brown hair, nearly black and bright green eyes. He seems to be older than Italy and Romano, about eighteen or nineteen. He wore a yellow long-sleeved shirt with a collar with a red vest and brown pants. He wasn't wearing boots, he wore leather shoes. On the ground beside him was a basket filled with tomatoes.
" Hey Spain~ Come and met my new friend!" Italy called the guy. He looked up and smiled. Then he stood up and came towards us.
" Oh hello! What's your name?" Spain said, giving a friendly gesture and a wink. What the… Spain just winked at me.
" Um… Kristina." I said nervously, blushing. I was shy again. I took in a deep breath to get some courage to say something when Spain beat me to it. " Looks like you've got a good one Italy."
What?! Why does everyone here think I'm Italy's girlfriend or something?!
" Oh, Kristina's just a friend of mine. She doesn't have a place to stay so she'll be living with us for awhile." Italy explained.
" Well, you can stay as long as you want! Glad to met you!" Spain said.
" Well I say get out as soon as you can…" Romano grumbled. I sighed, I'm not going to get along with Romano well am I?
…
Living with Italy and his brothers: A relaxed day if you don't count Italy's constant energy and Romano's constant glares.
The first few days I had to get used to. I usually wake up and get dressed, eat italian bread for breakfast. Then I took my sketch pad and went to the garden to draw nature, sometimes helping Spain with the garden. Then came lunch, usually eating pizza. Then after that is usually Romano teasing me. He always try to get under my nerve to get me to leave. After that Italy would spend the day with me. Then came dinner and dinner is usually pasta. Then I do my own reading in the house's library and then go to sleep. A typical italian day.
Until Italy started getting nightmares.
I was just about to fall asleep when suddenly the bedroom door opened. I looked at the door, there wasn't anyone. Then I almost drifted off to sleep when I felt something, or someone, on the bedside me. I turned around to see Italy.
" AAAAAAAAAAAH!" I exclaimed and pushed Italy off the bed. What the heck?! What was Italy doing here.
" Ouch… hey Kristina…" Italy said in his painful cheery voice. He looked up at me (since he was now on the floor) and I looked down at him, glaring and cheeks red. Seriously, was Italy out of his mind?!
" What the heck are you doing in my bed!" I exclaimed.
" Sorry… It's just that I've been getting so many nightmares and I'm afraid to sleep alone. It's so scary…" Italy said, giving me a sad face. Darn, Italy really knows how to make a person pity. I sighed and said " Then why me? Can't you sleep with Romano or Spain or something?"
" I asked Spain and he said I was big enough to sleep by myself. I asked Romano but he ended up strangling me and our hair got tangled, so I called Germany who tried to help us." Italy said. No wonder I heard screaming the night before. I remember that episode.
" What were your nightmares anyway?" I asked Italy.
" Well at first there was no beer or wine, no alcohol at all!" Italy whined. Typical, that is actually good for you. " But then the nightmares get worse. I started to become poor again, my friends leave me… and so did Spain and Romano. Then I wasn't a country anymore…"
I blinked twice. Wow, that's like a terrible nightmare for such a timid country. " Let me guess, the next part was the other countries bullying you for not being a country anymore right?" Italy nodded. I sighed and said " Stay on your side of the bed and don't touch me okay?"
Italy brightened up and got unto the bed. I felt conservative all night but then I was able to sleep. After that, Italy always came to my room to sleep beside me. We just slept okay. Sometimes when I couldn't sleep, I would look at Italy, he seems to have better dreams then. I would smile and would go back to sleep.
Spain was kind to me. He even taught me some ways of the spanish and italians. I now could have the courage to pick a tomato from the garden and eat one. It wasn't as nice as you think but juicy. Once Romano caught me and scolded me like there was no end. Spain managed to stop him from beating me up. Spain told me although he gets along with Italy better, he was closer to Romano. When Italy and Romano both fell under the rule of Austria, Austria gave Romano to Spain. Spain was happy at first but then upset since Romano was very rebellious.
But Spain cared for Romano no matter what and Romano shows his affection in a rough way which Spain took some time to get used to. Before Spain always visited Italy and wanted to swap him, later feeling guilty. Spain was such a nice person to me. He's like my older brother. My older brother Seth just shuts in his room playing video games and chatting with friends.
Romano… hates me. I don't know why but he does. Every time we met he would scowl at me and if we were alone, tease me. I didn't like Romano that much ether. We would usually end up fighting and a silent argument when anyone else is around. Argh, that guy just drives me up the wall.
One day, we were eating dinner all together having, you guessed it, pasta. Romano was just playing his food while we all ate in silence. Then Romano glared at me with anger again. I sighed, I didn't want to fight with him anymore. Why can't we just be friends? If he was a lot nicer, we could get along, could, not would.
" So when are you going back?" Romano asked me. Spain and Italy looked up and looked at me. It was actually the first time Romano actually said something to me without an insult. I was quiet at first then I said " I don't know…"
" Surely you're going to go back sometime. You've already been here for a long time, years even." Romano added. Actually, it's only been two and a half weeks, long ones. But it did seem like years. I've already lost count of the days I've been in Hetalia. " I mean don't you want to go home?"
" I know…" I said slightly louder this time.
" You freaking know this is not your home. You can't treat this like it is your home. Why can't you just get your butt out of here!" Romano exclaimed. I took in a deep breath. I know I can be quick tempered but I don't want to blow it in front of Spain and Italy.
" Stupid girl! If you can, go now! I know you have a home so don't treat this as a second home! We aren't your family, go back to your own!" Romano yelled at me. Spain got up and then tried to calm Romano down but that was when I explode.
" Romano! You think I don't want to go back home!" I said, standing up. I glared at Romano, that's it, I've had it.
" You don't think I actually miss my family?! I really want to go home, to see my family, to go on outings and- and, do all those stuff. But no! Instead, I'm here, trying my best not to be a burden, helping all I can and trying to help everyone! It's been a suffering knowing I'm only here because I have no idea where home is and I have no other choice! Romano, you are actually lucky you are with your family! I have been here all these years wanting to go home but yet I can't!" I cried out.
Something stung on my cheeks. I touched it and looked at my hand, tears. No wonder my eyes seemed swollen. The three tomato lovers stared at me, especially Romano. I sat back down, ignoring that whatever happened and started eating again. Italy patted my back while I tried not to burst into tears.
Romano looked at me, not glaring his time. He still looked angry but it was a different kind, like he was trying to hide something. Spain just started at me. Then they all sat down and started eating in silence as if nothing ever happened. Romano was still playing with his food, except this time, he seems to be thinking hard.
After dinner, I went to the library to finish reading a fantasy book which was really good when I was Romano in the library, looking at maps, frustrated. " Oh come on! How hard is it just to find one little home!" Romano exclaimed. I got curious and started walking towards him. He seemed to be looking of maps in Italy and Europe. I was right in front of his desk when Romano saw me.
Romano looked up at me and glared, Uh oh, he's mad at me. " What are you staring at?" Romano grumbled. " What are you doing?" I asked.
" Trying to find your home. You keep saying you want to go home right? Well I'm trying to find it. The sooner we find it, the sooner you can go home." Romano told me. I blinked. What? Romano's trying help me find my home? I smiled at Romano, who seems to be taken back a little and I said " Thank you."
Romano looked back at the maps and I think I saw him blush. I smiled again and sat next to him and said " You know my home isn't really in Italy…"
…
It's been a week after Romano and I finally became friends, sort of. Romano still glared at me, but in a friendly way. We still aren't near where my house is pinpoint where. But at least Romano found where my country may be. Romano says that ' how in the hetalia did you get here when your home is there?!"
Yup, he found Malaysia. But he has no idea how to get there, or what the country is. So we tried to pinpoint where my home is. I wasn't sure ether because I can't remember my address and we were in a different time period. Once he pinpoint a forest and I hit him on the head for that. He said I was violent enough to be in a rainforest. Yeah right.
Day after day sleeping next to Italy, helping Spain with the garden and ' play fighting' or finding my home with Romano, it soon became WW2.
I was in the living room with Italy watching the news. I wasn't very interested in the news because it never interest me until I heard WW2 came. Germany has now stabilise and was attacking France, who apparently was also Italy's brother. And Germany was succeeding. Italy seemed angry.
" I can't believe Mr Germany is attacking France again! It's like he's got this grudge against big brother!" Italy exclaimed as he crossed his arms and looked at the TV angrily.
" Well of course! He made Germany make cuokuo clocks 24/7. Obviously he would be looking for revenge." I said. Italy still glared at the screen. " Wait, France is also your big brother?"
" Yeah, a distant one. I can't let Germany harm big brother for this!" Italy exclaimed.
" So what would you do?" I asked.
Italy turned around to face me and said " We, are going to make an alliance with Germany!"
Uh oh, not good. " Um Italy? Do you know how badly Germany doesn't want to be your ally? I mean he has already got big work on his hands and I don't think he'll want a weak ally ether." I explained.
" But this way, I can make sure France does get hurt." Italy explained.
" Sound more like you're going against France if you make allies with Germany." I said. " Trust me, I know politics. My GP teacher did this activity in class and I was a minister of a country, acting as one. And it was chaos but I did it and ended up in victory."
" Yeah but if I can stop Germany, France won't get hurt." Italy said.
" But if Germany finds out he'll go to war on you!" I said. Italy now seemed frightened. " But, Germany won't hurt me! I'm his friend!"
" Not yet." I corrected. " Though, it's a good idea to make Germany and ally since he's now powerful."
So after long discussion, we decided to make an alliance with Germany. The German minister was pretty easy to convince. I had to use Italy's strong points (it wasn't easy, I had to lie) and we sort of forced the alliance.
" Thanks Kris! Now we're in an alliance with Germany! How did you do it?" Italy asked.
" Politics are confusing…" I murmured, rubbing my head.
" Ve~ You are so good! Now let's visit Germany!" Italy said excitedly. I have a feeling Italy would be flying off or mailed again.
Germany wasn't pleased to met Italy.
Apparently Germany was receiving the news of Italy becoming Germany's ally when Italy came in and exclaimed " Germany! I pledged my undying support for your cause, We'll be best friends now!"
Italy was sent flying out of the door right after he said that, much further than the last time. Germany didn't sent me flying. Instead he looked at me and said " Oh hello Kristina, long time no see."
" Same to you." I said. I was about to say something else when Germany interrupted " Hold on, is that… oh no!" I looked out of the door, I saw Italy flying towards us. What the… Germany slapped the door in front of me and I heard a loud thump! Ouch, that must have hurt!
" You know, Italy isn't that bad as an ally." I said. Germany looked at me and asked " Did you convince him to make an alliance with me?"
" No, he wanted to. I just helped." I told him. Germany looked at me with annoyance. Maybe I shouldn't have told him that…
Italy went to the window and explained " A bear kicked my ass and sent me back here."
" Get away from me I don't want your help!" Germany said. A bear kicked Italy's ass, ouch. I went to the window and tried to help him get over. Germany beat my hand, making me let go off Italy. Then he threw me over!
" Hey Germany! What was that for!" I exclaimed.
" I didn't want any alliance now go away!" Germany exclaimed.
" Come on Germany." Italy begged. " You can be my friend can't you? We'll be an alliance. I haven't been ruled my somebody since forever."
" You want to be ruled by somebody?" I asked.
" It's not easy doing things on my own." Italy told me then continued " You'll be my strong big brother. You can order me around and I'll disappoint you." Germany turned around to listen, like he was surprised.
" When I'm in destruction you can swoop in and save me. And when you hear the canon I'll be there to march in the chain of command." Italy said.
" Yeah, It's not good to fight alone." I added " You need allies, to help you when you fall and such. People who fight alone almost never succeed. To have someone to be loyal to you, to help you no matter what, to share your sufferings, it's quite nice when you think about it. We'll be your friends till the end!"
" Plus, I can shape Italy up. We'll be great and can easily fight with no problems!" I added just to assure Germany.
Germany was quiet for a second and said " Friends… that sounds… nice." I began to smile. I guess Germany never had any real friend. I don't mind being friends with Germany. He may be serious and loud but he's hard working and has a kind heart.
" Since I never had friends I'll likely treat you two badly. But someone has to take it." Germany said. He relaxed and smiled. Then Germany went out of his house and said " Okay. We'll be an alliance."
" Yeah!" I exclaimed and cheered. " It's nice to have new friends now!"
" Ve~ We'll be the best of friends!" Italy exclaimed. Germany smiled at us, then we looked at the sky and put our arms around each other.
" This could work, friends. Ur… we don't have to kiss do we?" He said nervously. I laughed. " Of course not Germany. We're friends, not in a relationship."
" Unless you want to." Italy added. I hit Italy on the head.
" I thought you were straight!" I exclaimed.
" I am I am!" Italy exclaimed and I laughed. Yup, this could work. Definitely. Wait, was there something in the end? Something about pasta and a desert…
I think we know what happened about the pasta and the desert. I'm still laughing about it! So for now, Kristina has met Italy, Germany, Spain and Romano. Trust me, Kristina is going to meet a lot more people. BTW, is anyone excited to met Japan? Just wait, I promise the next chapter will be a good one. ;) (yes! Finally I used the wink! I've always wanted to do that! Sorry I was being dorky there :P)