Author's Note: VE~!

Ita-chan is so cute! *gushes* But his regions are even cuter.

... Eh, that sounded weird... O.o

I should shut up now.

Oh, yeah, for the purposes of separating North and South Italy, the regions will call the Italy they're part of Papa, the other Italy uncle, but they'll all be half siblings, because it would be weird if they were cousins, since the North Americans are cousins.


Inside the meeting room...

"DOITSU!"

"Italien! I said get off!" Germany growled, still on the floor under Italy.

"Ve... OK!" Italy got off of Germany, bouncing happily. As soon as the Germanic nation was off of the floor, the Mediterranean nation started babbling.

Quietly, his children crept into the room and took seats between the French and German groups.

Then Romano arrived.

"POTATO BASTARD! GET AWAY FROM VENEZIANO!"

"Fratello?"

"FRATELLO! GET AWAY!" And with that, he started hurling tomatoes at the stunned Germany, who recovered his wits just enough to dodge.

"Ve! Fratello, stop!"

"NO! I won't let the potato bastard near you, Veneziano! You're safe with me!"

"But fratello..." Italy tugged miserably at his brother's arm. "Per favore?"

"... Fine." Romano glared at Germany, who was standing unscathed amid a field of smashed tomatoes.

The blonde nation just shook his head. "Italians..."


Before, in the hallway...

"Buono tomato, buono tomato~!" Romano sang as he strolled down the hallway, several regions in tow.

"Papa, Papa! Sing the part about Mr. Spagna!" One of the girls pestered.

"Puglia... Why would you want me to sing about that bastard?" Romano frowned.

The Italian region of Apulia giggled. "Because you always look so funny when you sing about him!"

Romano immediately turned red.

"Please, Papa? Per favore?" Another region, this time a boy, spoke up.

"You too, Abruzzo?"

Abruzzo nodded. "Yes, Papa, you always look so involved when singing about signore Spagna. You should sing it for us!"

"Fine..." Romano grumbled. Then he gave them all a hard stare. "You'd better not tell your zio Veneziano or your half-brothers and sisters about it!"

"Non lo faremo!" the regions chorused.

Romano grumbled again, then began to sing.


With Italy...

"Papa... I think I hear zio Romano singing..."

"Ve?" Italy turned toward the speaker. "Romano singing? He only does that when he's really happy, and he's not happy at all to come to a G8 meeting. I don't think so, Veneto..."

Veneto frowned. "But... I heard singing..."

"It was probably one of your half-brothers, then!" Italy smiled.

"But Papa... I heard it too..."

"Ve? You too, Aosta?" Italy turned to the rest of the Northern Italian regions. "Did any of you hear it?"

Several heads nodded, agreeing with Veneto and Aosta Valley.

"Hmm... But Romano usually doesn't do that..." Italy suddenly looked down at the short region tugging on his sleeve. "Si, Lombardia?"

"We should go investigate! Please, Papa?" Lombardy asked cheerfully.

"Umm... I don't know if that's such a good idea..."

"Aw... Per favore, Papa!" another region cried, tugging on his other sleeve.

"... OK, Romagna. Let's go investigate!" With both Lombardy and Emilia-Romagna staring up at him with puppy dog eyes, how could Italy resist?

"YAY!" all the Northern regions cheered.


Back with Romano...

"Papa?"

Romano broke off in his song, irritated. "What? I was singing like you asked me, Molise!"

Molise shrank back a bit, but forged on. "I think our other siblings are coming..."

Sure enough, Northern Italy soon appeared from around a corner.

"WAH! VENEZIANO!" Romano yelled as Italy barreled into him.

"Fratello! I have a serious question to ask you!" Italy cried, seemingly distressed. Romano's expression immediately softened.

"What is it, Vene?"

"Ve... Were you singing?"

... Silence.

...

"WHAT? WHAT GAVE YOU THAT IDEA!" Romano's face was as red as his beloved tomatoes.

"Ve... The children said they heard you."

Just when it seemed Romano couldn't get any redder, it did. "I... I... CHIGI!"

With that, he fled down the hall.

"... Papa? Is zio Romano going to be OK?" one of the northern Italian regions asked, fiddling nervously with her shirt.

"... I think so, Marche. I hope so, at least..." Italy sighed. "Lazio? Can you please follow your papa?"

Lazio smiled. "I'll do my best, zio Veneziano. You can count on me! Vieni con me, Piemonte."

Piedmont moved to his half-brother's side, and together they zipped down the hall.


A bit later...

"Papa, papa! I just saw Piemonte and Lazio! They were covered in tomatoes, wrestling with zio Romano!"

"Oh, no! What if they get hurt? Trentino, tell me more!"

Trentino-Alto Adige/Südtirol frowned at his sibling. "What else is there to say, Sardegna? We need to go help them!"

"Ah! Giusto, giusto!" The island region of Sardinia exclaimed. "Sicilia! We must go help them!"

Sicily looked concerned. "But... Papa gets really mad when we interfere!"

"But if they get hurt..." Sardinia trembled at the thought.

Sicily, seeing this, hurriedly reassured her sister. "Come on, then! We'll go help, and everything will be fine!"

Both island regions rushed off.

"Well... That was easier than we thought..." came a voice from behind Trentino-Alto Adige/Südtirol. Said region glared.

"That is the last time I'm helping you prank the islands, Campania."

Campania laughed, slinging an arm around his brother's shoulders. "Lighten up, Trentino! La vita è buona!"

"Si, si..."

"Well, I think it's true," commented another region. "And you have to admit, you liked it, Trentino."

"I did not, Friuli!"

Friuli-Venezia Guilia smirked. "Oh, yes you did."

Trentino-Alto Adige/Südtirol spluttered incoherently, then stomped off in a rage.

Friuli-Venezia Guilia and Campania burst into fits of giggles, causing a couple of nearby regions to give them strange looks.

"Ci dispiace, Liguria, Toscana!" Campania called as she tugged Friuli-Venezia Guilia away.

Liguria sighed. "I can't believe our siblings. Why do they think pranking the islands is fun?"

"Non ho idea di," responded Tuscany with a shrug. "Perhaps because the islands do not realize they are being pranked until a while later?"

"Si, but after that while, they get really mad..."

Sure enough, Sicily and Sardinia soon emerged from the hallway, faces curiously blank of expression. After getting the story out of a trembling Trentino-Alto Adige/Südtirol, they located their mischievous siblings.

"Why, Friuli, I do believe you and Campania somehow convinced Trentino to, ah, what is the term?" Sardinia began, as calm as ever.

"I believe you're looking for 'prank', sorella," Sicily said, matching her sister's tone of voice.

"Yes, prank. You convinced him to prank us, is that correct?" Sardinia's gaze hardened.

"No, Sardegna, Sicilia, you have it wrong, we never-"

"I think you did, Campania. Sorella?" Sicily said.

"Si," Sardinia responded. Both island regions started to glow.

All of the other regions started to tremble, fleeing for their lives.


With Italy...

"Papa, papa! Friuli and Campania pranked Sardegna and Sicilia again! You have to come help!"

Italy turned to the panting region next to him, a look of concern on his face. "Che cosa hai detto? Umbria, did you just say...?"

"Please, papa, come help!" Umbria tugged on his father's hand, eyes wide with fright.

Italy paled.

Suddenly, two more regions burst around the corner, dragging Romano along behind them.

"Umbria! Did you tell him?"

"Si, Calabria! Let's go!"

Calabria grabbed her father's hand and tugged the southern half of Italy toward the northern.

"Ah! Aspetta! Calabria, Basilicata, you haven't explained what's going on yet!" Romano yelled.

Umbria sweatdropped. "So you asked me if I had told Papa, but didn't tell zio yourselves?"

Basilicata blushed. "Uh... We kind of forgot in the heat of the moment..."

"Whatever!" cried Calabria. "Papa, the Friuli and Campania pranked the islands again!"

Romano's face immediately grew as pale and shocked as Italy's.

"Hurry, Veneziano!" Romano grabbed Italy's hand.

Together, the Italies rushed down the hall.


Back with the islands and their unfortunate victims...

"Ready for what's coming?" Sicily smiled as she extended an arm forward, mirroring Sardinia's position. Magical lights floated around them, and the other regions were scrambling to escape.

Friuli-Venezia Guilia whimpered, shrinking back against a trembling Campania.

"Oh, are you regretting it now?" Sardinia smirked. "Mi dispiace, che sia troppo tardi."

"SARDEGNA! SICILIA! FERMA!"

The island regions turned to face their father, but it was already too late. Beams of energy shot toward the two regions on the ground, ready to do who-knows-what to them.

Then, just before they could reach their victims, something flew into their path, causing them to change into a mass of beautifully colored butterflies, which promptly flew away.

The Italians turned.

"They're waiting for you," was all New York said, before turning around and slipping back into the meeting room.

After a few moments of shocked silence, Italy frowned. "Ve... Sicilia, Sardegna, didn't we tell you no using your powers on your siblings?"

"But... We're the island region alliance!" Sardinia responded, whining a bit.

"I don't think England and Japan appreciate that..." muttered Romano.

"Ve... Apologize," Italy demanded.

"But they started it! They should have to apologize too!" Sicily protested.

"Fine. Just do it so we can get in!" Romano said, throwing his hands in the air.

Eventually, the four regions got their apologies out, and the Italians lined up at the door.

Italy pushed the door open, then immediately jumped on Germany.

"VE! DOITSU!"


Back to the present time...

"Ve... Where's Japan?" Italy asked, looking around.

"Not here yet," responded Germany a little gruffly.

"Ohonhonhon~! Sicile, come sit on my lap~!"

Sicily shrank away from France, and Romano turned red.

"C-CHIGI! FRANCIA, YOU BASTARDO! DON'T TRY TO SEDUCE MY CHILDREN!"

With that, the French nation was soon drenched in tomato juices.

Meanwhile, Sardinia and Corsica were having a happy reunion, and the rest of the Italian regions were distributing tomatoes, pasta, and pizza to the gathered nations, regions, provinces, states, territories, and capitals.

Of course, the Americans immediately started to stuff their faces. The Canadians were a little more reserved about it, but they, too, quickly snatched up portions for themselves. The UK brothers seemed like they didn't really care about the food, one way or another. The French regions seemed to enjoy themselves, but comments like "I can make better food" were heard. And the Germans just facepalmed.

"Typical Italians," muttered Bremen. He heard his siblings make noises of assent as they watched the Italians eat with more enthusiasm than the rest of the world combined.

"Oh, look! The door's opening again!" someone exclaimed.

Sure enough, the door opened slightly, and Japan poked his head in.

"Ah! Gomennasai, mina-san! I had a bit of trouble on the way here..."

"It's OK, Japan. Just come in. Russia isn't here yet either," Germany said, motioning for his friend to come in. But Japan still looked flustered.

"Ah, but... I don't think-"

Suddenly, the door burst wide open, and all the Japanese prefectures began to sing incredibly loudly and off tune-ly.

"Sore wa shiawasena tsuitachidesu!" they exclaimed.

Japan just curled in on himself in embarrassment as much eye-twitching occurred in the rest of the room.


Author's Note: Well, that was fun. I don't know why the island regions have magical powers, but whatever. BUTTERFLIES ARE PRETTYFUL!

Translations:

per favore - please

Spagna - Spain

zio - uncle

Non lo faremo - We won't

giusto - right

La vita è buona - life is good

ci dispiace - sorry

non ho idea di - I have no idea

Che cosa hai detto? - What did you just say?

aspetta - wait

Mi dispiace, che sia troppo tardi - I'm sorry, it's too late

ferma - stop

Gomennasai, mina-san! - I'm sorry, everyone! (Japanese)

Sore wa shiawasena tsuitachidesu - It's a happy day! (Japanese)

So. Japan is next. YAY!