I apologize for the lateness but I was distracted by schoolwork. Anyway, enjoy chapter three! Canada x North Italy- My guilty pleasure :3

Disclaimer-I still don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers.

Warning: FACE family, tsunderes, Romano and his mafia


Right Thru Me


21) Vacation- Romano reclined back in his beach chair. This was all he could ask for and then more. There was nothing like taking a break every once in a while to clear your head of all your worries. The sun was shining, the ocean was glimmering and the beach was quiet; this had to be heaven. He glanced over to his left, catching the sight of his little brother. The little pasta freak was still in one piece and was safe in the arms of-what was that guy's name again? Canada; yeah, that's his name.

A weight settled itself on Romano's right shoulder and soft hair tickled his chin. He turned to his right and his eyes met the top of America's blonde head. Romano shot a glance over to his brother, who was asleep along with Canada, and back to America; no one would see him and that was good. He snuck a chaste kiss onto the top of America's head and watched the blonde fall asleep.

22) Nature- America loved the great outdoors. He loved the gentle caresses of casual breezes, the warm freshness of the air. He loved the sounds of rushing rivers and chirping birds as they feed their young. The strong scent of pine filled the air as America trekked deeper into the woods.

He remembers coming to this particular spot with his native people, before being spotted by Finland and Sweden. This was the place where he'd chase wild rabbits for hours on end, ride on the backs of white-tailed deer until he fell asleep and lie on his back in the tall grass and watch the clouds go by. He even came here as a colony just to pick wild flowers to make flower crowns for England. This place had been special to him and over time, his people noticed this and left this land alone. America had only revealed this secret spot to the closest people in his life, them being England, Canada and France, and now he was about to do it again. He glanced back over his shoulder and blushed at the nation following after him.

America smiled when Romano yelled a few colorful words at him and fell back to help his Italian carry their camping equipment.

23) Approval-Romano felt uncomfortable. He unfolded his arms and pulled at his collar, wondering why the temperature in the room increased. He squirmed under the two sets of eyes fixed on him: an amused pair of sapphire eyes and an annoyed set of emerald ones. The owner of the blue pair causally sat back in the chair he was reclined in, carefully watching the other two occupants of the room. Romano fidgeted in his seat some more before folding his arms over his chest and reverting back to his default tsundere mode.

England was sitting in front of Romano on America's couch, with France right next to him, scrutinizing South Italy. The Italian accepted the challenge and glared back at England, intensity increasing with every minute. France sat back and watched the stare-off between the two tsunderes until America came back into the room. He walked over to the chair his lover was occupying, plopped down on his lap and planted a kiss on Romano's cheek. England's glare stopped short and he shared a look with France, who nodded at him. England sighed as he turned back to his former colony and his new love interest while France smiled at the scene before him.

"Your father and I approve of your new relationship, mon cher."

24) Time- America fell back against the grass and gazed up at the sky. The nighttime air was cool during the summer and a breeze dropped by, sending a small shiver through his bones. With his arms outstretched and eyes to the sky, America let his mind wander. He wondered what would happen to his kind; the personified nations of the world. What would happen with their relations over the next few weeks, months, years even. Later on in the future, would humans realize what they were? Would they know that the countries they lived in were represented by living, breathing organisms? And what would happen to him, the United States of America, over time? As America mused over the future, a familiar Italian scowl entered his vision and the American wondered if he had fallen asleep. Romano leaned down into the blonde nation's face, touching the tips of their noses together.

In one fell swoop, their lips met and America's mind slipped from the future to the here and now.

25) Tears-Romano was ready to kick Prussia's teeth out. Macho potato's bastard brother wasn't even supposed to be at the world conference ("Prussia's not even a fucking country anymore!") but somehow he made it in and now he'll have to pay with his life. That idiota had dared to bring his blonde nation, his America, to tears. He doesn't know what the ex-nation said verbatim, but he knows that it upset America to the point that tears were brimming in his eyes. The one time that Romano chooses to leave the building is the same time Prussia decides to bother America; thanks to Spain, the bastard knows about their relationship. Veneziano feels he's overreacting but Romano thinks that Prussia needs to learn the consequences of his actions.

"Yes Veneziano, the Italian mafia is necessary for this, dumbass."

No one upset America and gets away with it. That dirty potato bastard was about to get what was coming; one way or another.

26) Weight- The question had caught him off-guard. From the way he nearly choked and spit out his coffee over the kitchen table, America concluded that Romano was caught completely off-guard. When Romano asked him to repeat the question again, he felt the heat rush to his face so he looked away. It had been so embarrassing for him to ask it the first time, why would he want to repeat it again? So America gathered up whatever nerve he had left because he was a hero and heroes never backed down from a challenge, no matter how difficult they seemed.

"…Do I look fat to you?"

There he finally got it off his chest; again. He stood in the doorway of his kitchen, waiting for Romano to respond. The Italian just stared at him, those hazel eyes roaming over his body. Finally, Romano stood from his seat and stalked over to America, making the younger nation back out of the kitchen. America closed his eyes, ready for whatever snide remarks Romano was about to dish out to him, but for some reason it never came. He opened his eyes and South Italy flicked him on his forehead.

With a smirk Romano replied, "No, you dumbass."

America's heart never felt lighter.

27) Weird- America had a freaking alien. America had a freaking alien that lived in his house. America had a freaking alien that lived in his house that behaved like the humans did. Romano just stood back and watched as his lover indulged in a loud conversation with said alien friend, complete with wild and idiotic hand gestures. The half-nation doubted that the alien was really listening to what America was saying but was shocked when the extraterrestrial actually responded just as crazily as America did. Romano turned to leave the room when a hand fell down on his shoulder and he found himself staring into the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. Before he could even speak, America had directed him towards his freaky alien and Romano resigned himself to his fate.

28) Insecure-The slamming of the front door alerted America to his lover's presence. The younger nation strolled into the living room to greet his boyfriend but said boyfriend just stomped right past hi. America followed Romano into the kitchen, listening to the half-nation's nasty comments about his day. From what the superpower gathered, his Romano had been chewed out by his boss again with his late paperwork and by that same old line, 'Why can't you be more like Italy?' That was the same line Romano kept muttering over and over again as he fumed all throughout America's kitchen. The blonde watched as the Italian in the kitchen finally calmed down enough to be approached but when America attempted, he was greeted by angry yet confused hazel eyes.

"Why can't I be like Italy?"

America quickly crossed the room and closed the gap between him and Romano, gathering the distressed Italian into his arms. The two stood in the middle of the kitchen in silence, save for Romano's quiet sobs. America continued to soothe and hold Romano, reassuring him that he didn't have to be like Italy in order to be liked.

"You're my Italy Romano and I wouldn't have it any other way."

29) Happiness- Today had to be the most perfect day that Romano had ever seen. The sun was shining, the sky was clear and a cool breeze dropped by every now and then, knocking off the little

heat that had built up during the day. Romano would have loved to just sit back under the shade of a tree and watched the day go by but his boyfriend would have none of that. Their families were having their first annual 'get-together' in one of the parks in America's land, complete with hotdogs, drinks and bickering family members. South Italy had a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach but he just ignored it.

Romano's senses were on high alert and his guard was all the way up. He had been ambushed by those bastards Spain, Prussia and France but he successfully fought them off. Then he was attacked by his boyfriend America and his little brother Veneziano who both wielded digital cameras. Veneziano would pull Canada close to him, taking pictures of them hugging, kissing and just being happy. America did the same to him and Romano always failed in pushing him away. That warm feeling in the pit of his stomach that grew bigger with every picture that America took of them together and he tried to ignore it. America had Romano in his arms once more, planting a soft kiss on the blushing Italian's cheek. Without even realizing it, Romano had let his defenses down and gave in to his warm feelings, smiling as America took their picture.

30) Rain- America stared up at the darkened skies above his head. The sun had been out a few minutes ago, so why was it about to rain? He resigned to wallow in his defeat to Mother Nature when a low grumble caught his attention. South Italy was walking right next to him, trapped in the foreboding rainstorm just like he was; and neither of them had an umbrella. America cringed as the Italian glared darkly at him, like he was the reason for why it was about to rain. America made another glance upwards before he slipped off his bomber jacket and draped it over Romano's head. The Italian was clearly flustered at the action, torn between yelling at America and sharing the jacket with him but the American just smiled and declined the (angry) offer. The younger nation gazed up at the gray skies above them, the rain soaking his clothes to his frame.

A little rain couldn't possibly hurt a hero.