Chapter Ten: Little MockingBird
A/n: Honestly….*le sigh* College is booorinng! But I'm going to Cali for the first time this winter sooo...Whoo! Anyways, I feel like I'm writing a lot of dreams lately lol. I'm not sure why either. I'm really rather use to cometely avoiding dream squecances at all cost in fear of boring my readers, or confusing them. I use to do it all the time to give insight into what a character might be feeling at a particular time, but I've gotten so out of use with them...Haha ok enough rambling…Here's chapter nine of replacement!
It was a long, two months for Italia. All she heard about around the house was either about Nicolai, or about the baby. It was rather difficult on her, but she tried her best to remain cheerful, and not cause stress. After all, Italy was now in that delicate stage where he could go into labor at any moment. This, of course, caused Germany to have a closer eye on his beloved, and caused more responsibility on the teenager she wasn't too sure she liked in the least bit.
She hardly had time for herself. She couldn't have any down time. On top of that Romano and his family had practically moved into the house to help Italy, and she was forced into an awkward situation she wished she didn't have to be in. Nicolai would talk about nothing but his own place, and everything he planned, and she was getting annoyed by the fact, whether he meant to or not, that Nicolai was practically rubbing in her face what she wanted but can't have. It was that same feeling a person would get when they beg and beg and beg their parents for something they want, and their parents keep saying no to them, yet they see someone else with the same thing. It was the anger born out of the simple jealousy that she knew Nicolai would have what she wanted without really even trying for it. Now all she wanted was to keep him away so she didn't do something she would come to regret.
So time grew towards the world meeting, and Italia's anger, and stress was starting to show through. She was normally very good at keeping her emotions in check, or hidden, but with the world meeting approaching, a party being set up with the news…She couldn't help but let her anger, and annoyance show. Her eyes held a darker luster to them that everyone knew meant she was in a foul mood, yet it seemed the only the one she wouldn't completely snap at was Italy. Germany understood that though, and mostly let it go. What he couldn't understand was why she, for what seemed like no reason, would snap at everyone else. The one she seemed to want to pick fights most with was Germany and Romano. She avoided Nicolai, except when she absolutely had to be near him, and that didn't go un- noticed by the others. Even Spain and Italy, the two most notoriously oblivious nations, noticed this, but Italia would never give them a reason why she avoided him. Italy seemed to understand towards the end of the two months, but kept his mouth closed. He didn't want to make things worse than they already were at the time.
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The day of the meeting, Romano told his brother to stay home, and he would take his place at the meeting. Italy nodded, and both he and Italia watched as the two elder nations, and one new nation got into their cars, and left. Italia didn't say much, and went straight to her room. Italy sighed heavily, and wished that he could do something to make her feel better...
On the other hand, Romano was giving his son tips on how to behave during the meeting. Maybe he wasn't the best to get advice from, but Nicolai knew better than to argue against his father. Spain had taken a different car when Romano said he just wanted to talk to his son alone.
"Now, don't speak unless called upon. You speak out of order, and the Potatoes Bastard gets his panties all knitted up. Also, try to get the speeches short, and to the point. Nobody wants to sit, and listen to anybody blab on and on about nothing that concerns anyone but you. Also, try to avoid getting into an agurement with France, America, or Britain...It will get you absolutely nowhere. In fact, today, because you are official, just behave like you would in a church ok?" Nicolai sighed, and nodded as he looked out the window.
Lovino looked at his son, and then at the road. He was always a more careful driver than his brother.
"Daddy?" The southern part of Italy glanced over at his son, who was looking at him with a hard look, as if he were trying to say something.
"Yes...What do you want?" He waited a few, impatient moments for his son to continue, but he didn't say anything else. He merely sighed heavily, shook his head, and looked out the window. The elder nation sighed, and shook his head as he continued to drive. Sometimes his son was such a strange person…
The meeting was…Rather "tame", which surprised Nicolai. He had only been to a few meetings his entire life, same as Italia but she had been to a few more, and each time he had gone before it was out of control, even when Germany tried to keep things in line. This time around, there were only a few arguments, which Nicolai stayed out of. Nobody expected him to say anything, and he knew that, so he mostly stayed quiet, and tried to mind his own business. He tuned out most of it, and only pretended to show an interest when America loudly announced him as a new country. He then announced a party would be held in a few weeks.
"This is all bull…"He thought to himself, and laid his head down on the table.
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While Nicolai was having a boring first meeting, Italia and Italy were having an awkward time at home. It was the first time in months they had been alone together, and Venezaino knew she had been in a very bad mood lately. He didn't want to upset her.
She had been shut up in her room for the better part of two hours, and Italy wanted to spend time with her, and ask her questions he knew would never get answered otherwise, but he couldn't because she refused to come out. So he decided if she wouldn't come out, he'd come to her, and talk to her. So, that's what he did.
He walked slowly to her room, and knocked on her door. He waited a few moments, but there was still no answer. He sighed, and looked at the door handle. Should he just go inside? He bit his lip, and opened the door, peeking inside tentatively.
"Ve~ Italia you ok?" He walked inside, and noticed she was asleep. He smiled gently as he watched her sleep. The gentle snoring, and even breathing brought back memories of her younger days. He sat beside her, and moved the stray pieces of messy, blonde hair from her pale face, and tucked it behind her ear gently. Her face contorted slightly, as if she was pained or was hurt, but it soon relaxed back into her peaceful expression.
He sighed, and shook his head as he looked around the room, memoires going through his mind. Like the first time he and Japan had painted the room for her. The first time he saw her. The times when she'd make a mess with her food as a baby. He could still make out the faint outlines of the designs that were once painted on, designs of butterflies, flowers, sunshine, and, of course, of him, Japan, and Germany. A few things from the original room set up were still there. Like a few scant medals Ludwig had let her keep. He also noticed some old newspaper clippings, and some old photographs, and an old drawing he had made her. They were all carefully preserved in picture frames, and hardly showed any signs of aging other than what was to be expected.
He smiled, and looked back at her. It was hard to believe that little girl he remembered, had grown into this beautiful, smart, and talented woman. Then, he was surprised when she groaned, yawned, and stretched as she opened her large, hazel eyes, and stared into his amber eyes.
"What are you doing in my room?" She asked, not with attitude, as he expected, but rather with sleepy confusion.
"I wanted to see how you were. I was a bit worried that you were cooped up here for so long." Italia smiled, again with sleepiness, and yawned.
"Silly…. Italy…I'm… fine..." She yawned, which drew out fine, and he knew she was still in that half-awake, half-asleep stage."…Just fine…." Italia said the last part softly, as she laid her head down on the pillow again, and looked at her caretaker with glazed over eyes. Eyes glazed over with sleepiness."When are the other's getting home?" She asked softly, her breathing getting heavy, but even. Italy smiled.
"Not for another couple of hours. The meeting was in Hamburg this time." She nodded, and closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again.
"Italy?"
"Hmm?" She yawned, and shook her head.
"For my next birthday…"
"Yeah?" She closed her eyes, and her breathing grew even. He smiled slightly as he knew she was back asleep."Poor bambina..You must be tired." He said softly, rising from the bed with a groan, and bent over, and threw a knitted, blue, and green knitted blanket over her sleeping form, and walked out of the room.
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Italia awoke an hour before the others were set to come back, and was surprised to find that the house was clean, and there was the delicious smell of Italy's cooking waft through the kitchen, and into the living room. With a smile, she was lead into the kitchen by the smile. He glanced at her, and smiled brightly.
"You…You cleaned? You..You're cooking?" She said in surprise. Italy nodded, and gestured towards a chair, and she sat. He placed a plate of spaghetti in front of her., and gently patted her head.
"You've been working hard lately Mi Topolina. I thought I would make things easy for you..Oh! And I forgot to mention that we got a present for you."
Italia raised an eyebrow, and watched as Italy disappeared for a few moments, and returned with a squirming, mewling kitten that was colored mostly white with a black mask over its eyes. Italia gasped and smiled as the Italian nation laid the kitten in her lap. Immedtaly, the two locked eyes, and the cat meowed loudly, before purring happily into her lap. She smiled, and looked at Italy, who had a knowing smirk on his face.
"Why-"
"When you don't feel comfortable talking about your problems, that is something you can tell all your secrets to. I promise, she won't tell anyone." Italia was confused by the statement, but otherwise didn't make further comment as Italy sat beside her with a warm, bright smile."So what's her name?" She thought for a moment, and smiled.
"Bandit. Her name is Bandit."She announced proudly, nuzzling the kitten as she brought the animal close to her chest. The cat snuggled its face unto her breast. She smiled, and sat the cat down so she could finish eating.
a/n:*Mentally slapping myself*I should really being doing my homework and not sitting here, writing this XD But I figured that I need to update..Sooo…Yeah! Ok, I had trouble thinking of this so please…Don't like flame or whatever XD This chappie didn't come as easily as the others had, so…Anyways, originally the cat was suppose to be given to her on her eighth birthday, but it didn't turn out that way. Anyways, recently I've talking to my new friend iiShuChan, an amazing authoress really! Check out her stories! Anyways, we recently found out that our two ocs would actually be cousins, and know each other queit well! I'm also working on a story with , and Isabella Belschimdt-Vargas, another good authoress, and I have that story posted up! Anyways, iiShuChan and I will co-write a story using Italia and Mchaile(I can't spell his name right lol). Anyways, what's in store for the next chappie? Well, the party for Nicolai! Any excuse tp arty, right? So, what will happen? Will there be a fight? Will Italia appear? Omgs so many questions! So…do you know what to do? If you don't…YOU FAIL!..Actually, read the next chappie! So until next time, please remember that Germans can't show their feelings, and that your Japanese friend may just be taking in too much sodium. Hasta la pasta!