A/N: Time for something I should have done from the start.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. If I did, no one would ignore Canada! MWAHAHAHAHA!
Description: Italy says someone's coming over to celebrate New Year's Eve with them. Sicily's not too happy to figure out that it's another brother.
Sicily played with her silver bracelet that America had gotten her for Christmas. She had taken to wearing it wherever she went, enduring the teasing it got from Italy. She loved the bracelet and it reminded her of what he said to her after all the other countries had gotten drunk.
Her door swung open to Italy, making her jump and almost fall off her bed. He always knocked because she didn't like to be disturbed when she was thinking, but whatever news this was, it couldn't wait.
"I just got Romano to come over for Christmas Eve!" he exclaimed.
"Who's Romano?" Sicily asked.
"Romano is your other brother," Italy explained. "You've never met him because he normally hangs out with Spain! He's nice when you get to know him, and not very nice at first. Kind of like you!"
Sicily glared at her brother, sending the hint to get out of her room unless he wanted a black eye. He left in a hurry, saying something about burning pasta, leaving Sicily alone again.
"I have another brother?" She asked herself. "Man, if he's anything like Italy I might have to claim my independence. I couldn't handle two pasta loving idiots in one house hold."
Her hand found the bracelet, which she was starting to associate with good luck. It was only a few days after Christmas and she was going to have another issue to think about.
She laid down on her bed and stared at the ceiling. She had stuck glow in the dark stars up on it after Japan got her a few packs of them for Christmas. At night they reminded her a lot of outside so it helped her fall asleep. Now all the stars reminded her of was tonight, when she would meet her other brother.
Italy knocked on her door again and told her to eat some lunch. She yelled that she'd eat something later and she sat up. She hadn't even changed out of her pajamas yet, or taken a shower. She switched on her computer and sat on her desk and started getting dressed She pulled on a long sleeved red, white and green shirt and jeans.
Her computer dinged as it fully turned on and she sat down in her chair. She checked her e-mail. Nothing from any of the countries other than thank-yous for the party and the gifts. Why these were sent to her and not Italy was unclear to her. She deleted everything and walked downstairs.
"I'm going out for pizza!" She yelled as she shoved a five-dollar bill into her pocket. "Don't kill me if I'm home late!"
She walked out and down the street. Kids were throwing snowballs at each other and laughing. She was surprised when a wet snowball hit her in the side of the head. She wiped the stinging cold off her face. Looking around she saw a group of young kids laughing. She laughed and picked up a handful of the cold snow, molding it into something resembling a ball shape. She tossed it at the kids and it hit a boy in the face. The other kids laughed and soon the kid who was hit with the snowball was laughing the hardest.
Sicily moved on and stepped into her pizza shop. She smiled at the smell at baking pizza and ordered a slice. She took it to a spot and started eating. The food stopped her stomach from growling and she looked around. She stood up and walked to the door, accidentally bumping into someone as she walked out.
"Watch where you're going!" The man shouted.
"Back at ya!" Sicily shouted back before storming away. She slowed to a walk a few blocks from Italy and her house. She decided not to mention the man to Italy; he probably wouldn't ever let her out alone again.
Her breath came out in puffs of steam. Her face was cold and she regretted not grabbing a coat or a scarf to keep warm. She walked into the house and started making some hot chocolate.
It was later then she expected it to be, around 2:30, and Italy wasn't anywhere to be seen. She sipped her hot chocolate and turned on the TV. She flipped through the channels until she found a movie playing. She settled on the couch and watched TV until Italy got home.
"Italy, where've you been?" she asked without turning around.
"Italy?"
Sicily turned around and almost dropped her hot chocolate mug. "You!" she said, "I accidentally bumped into you at my pizza shop!"
"You're Sicily?" the man asked, "You don't act much like Italy said you might." He walked over and poked her cheek a few times.
Sicily reached up and smacked him. "Don't touch me," she growled. She settled back on the couch. "Don't bug me until midnight."
The door opened and shut again. The real Italy was home. He set some grocery back on the counter and ran over to where Sicily was sitting and the man was standing. "Romano!" He said, "It's nice to see you again! How was Sicily?"
"I smacked him," Italy said while taking a sip of hot chocolate. "After he poked my cheek."
Romano glared at her. Her eyes were still glued to the TV. Italy stared helplessly between his two aggressive siblings. Sicily refused to move off the couch until dinnertime, and then she ate in silence. Italy tried to make conversation.
"How was your pizza, Sicily?" he asked.
"Same as normal I guess," Sicily said, "It is my shop after all. I go there so often that the taste of my pizza is burned into my brain."
"That was your shop?" Romano asked.
Sicily gave a stiff nod and stabbed a strawberry with her fork.
"That pizza was really good," he said.
"Really?" Sicily asked, the strawberry pausing halfway to her mouth. "I used to work there myself, but I quit so I could manage it from home. And it's going to get easier now that Italy let me get a computer for my room."
"That's Italy for you," Romano said.
Sicily put down her fork and rubbed the charm on her bracelet. Is this really a good luck bracelet? She asked herself, It seems so.
At midnight she, Italy and Romano were watching TV and counting down to midnight. As the ball dropped and the year changed Sicily flung her arms around Romano and hugged him. He stiffened but ended up hugging her. They all cheered until Sicily collapsed on the couch and fell asleep.
Today wasn't so bad, she thought as she drifted off, At least he's not another Italy.
A/N: This is the third think I've put up today. O.o Weird. Lots of free time. I'm out of ideas no though. Boo.
