Chapter Eleven:
a/n:Woo! Third update hopefully~! Today's a good day for updates haha!
Disclaimer:I don't own hetalia
Italia looked out the window as they landed in New York. All she could hear was noise. Noise of cars, people, sidewalk performers. She could smell a variety of things. Food from restraunts, food from the sidewalks, and other things she couldn't recognize.
"Wow, it's…Wow here." America laughed, and stood up.
"What do you say that after we go to my place to drop our things off, we go out to eat somewhere? Do you like pizza?" Italia froze for a second, and then relaxed. She remembered the times when Italy and her would make pizza together, and that got her feeling a bit sad. She really missed them."Umm, dude?" She shook her head, and only realized she was daydreaming when America shook her shoulder gently.
"Oh. Sorry. Yeah, I love pizza. Where's the nearest pizzeria?"
"Umm.."America looked around the streets for a second before his eyes lit up, and he smiled brightly."Well there's Lombardi's place that opened up about 15, 20 years ago. Their pizza is delicious. They make it exactly like they would in Italy, well Naples, but still." Italia smiled, and nodded.
"Yeah. It sounds good. Where is it?"
"Not too far from here. Just let me hail us a cab, get us to my house, and then we can go out. Just you, and me, and try to get to know each other a bit better. You kept mostly to yourself at Arthur's home, so I didn't really get to know you so well. Is..That ok?" He glanced at her, and she nodded.
"Sounds like a plan." The American nodded, and then looked around, and started waving his arms about, and calling out. Italia, somewhat, embarrassed, started backing away slowly but stopped when a yellow car pulled up, and someone rolled down the street.
"…Yeah about a block from the old Deli….Ya that one. Ok, cool dude." Alfred looked back at Italia, and smiled." Alright, we're ready to go when you are, Sport." He picked up the bags, and opened the door, motioning for her to go in before him, which she did. He put the bags in the middle, got in, and closed the door. He tapped the window, and motioned the guy to go on. A second later, the car started moving, and America looked at her with a big smile, not that she noticed. Italia was busy looking out the window.
"So…Anything you like to do? I mean, anything else? Besides….Sports?" Italia glanced at him, and shrugged.
"Well…Now that I'm learning I do like to read, and write. Writing's more my thing. There's not too many good author's out today that I've seen. I like to cook as well. I haven't really do much…I've seen things that look interesting. Like when Ludwig did his things with machines, and like military things. It was always fun drawing with Venezaino too." Alfred nodded, and looked back at his hands before glancing at her with a wide smile." Georgiana likes to paint. She paints landscapes, and Abby draws people. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from them." Italia nodded, and looked back out the window, watching everything go by.
"I liked sports more. I've always wanted to try at my hand at things like wood work, and things like that. Maybe baking. Ludwig use to do that stuff all the time, and I would watch him, and sometimes help him out, and it was always so much fun. Baking, I mean, but wood work seems fun. Gilbert did that too sometimes. Sometimes, I'd catch Ludwig doing things like sewing things onto things, and like making toys, and stuff." America nodded.
"You said you liked watching Germany and Prussia do military drills. Why?" Italia shrugged, and glanced at America.
"I dunno. It just looked cool or something. Sometimes, they'd have me join in when it was private training time, but it was always simple things like running a couple of laps, or some push-ups, or sit-ups, or jumping jacks. Mostly stretching, and things like that. They never had me doing anything that was too strenuous coz they always treated me like some little delicate flower coz I'm a girl. I may be a girl, but I'm stronger than I look. I can handle a lot more that people give me credit for. I mean, sure I get sick a lot but I always get over it fast, and I'm fine." Alfred nodded, and twiddled his hands."I mean, it's just so stupid how people treat girls, women. We can do anything men can do." Alfred nodded, and cleared his throat.
"Haha, you should be glad you weren't born when I was your age. You would have been considered a loony, or something."
"Loony?" Italia looked at him with an eyebrow cocked.
"It means crazy. Now, women are going on the move, and recently in my country women have gotten the right to vote." Italia nodded, and looked at her hands.
"Ah…" Her voice trailed off, not wanting to make comments on how she felt about countries being run.
"You want to say something?" Alfred glanced at her, and she shook her head.
"I'd rather-"
"No, really, dude. I won't judge."
"No." She glanced at him, and then away."Look, I'd rather not just voice what I'm thinking. I think..Well, I think that…Well, I just like the idea of having a monarchy. I think that I'd rather have just one person, one family, running the country."
"Wouldn't you want your people to have freedom? Freedom to choose who they want to govern them? Not to be tyrannized by anything or anyone else? My people fought long, and hard for eight years, and even before that to be free from people they felt weren't treating them right, and all monarchy's have fallen to same fate, or have been changed." Italia glanced at him.
"Wasn't Mr. Britain taking care of you at the time?" America's jaw locked slightly, and he nodded curtly. Italia felt something unfamiliar move uncomfortably in her stomach by the look Alfred was giving, and looked back at her hands.
"Well…"She wanted to say, and ask so much, but wasn't even sure where to begin. Alfred and Arthur had often mentioned of America growing up, and his childhood when they were talking about her, and things she had done, but nobody had ever elaborated. She just wasn't sure what was ok, and what wasn't ok to mention."I…I'm sure…Well…it sure doesn't rain here much does it?" She laughed slightly making America look at her with an eyebrow raised.
"It rains, and snows what I think is normal. Maybe you think otherwise, but that's not what you were going to say, was it? You know if you have any questions, any questions at all, it's ok to ask me. There's nothing you can say or do that will surprise me. I do have 48 kids of my own, ya know." Italia nodded, and looked at him.
"So…All forty-eight are yours?" America shook his head.
"Back when I was fighting with Mexico, I won; I got a good portion of land. So some of my states came from Mexico. Another portion came from France, and Sweden, and Finland, but Sweden and Finland didn't have much but three states. France was the main one I got a good portion of my states from a while back." Italia nodded, and then looked back out the window." I only thirteen that were originally mine from the start." Italia nodded again, and twiddled her thumbs.
"Oh." She said simply, and sat up a bit more as they drove up to a big house. She saw a brown-haired girl poke her head through the lacy curtains before jerking back.
"I only have a few of them here." He glanced at her a moment."That won't be a problem will it?" Italia shook her head, and glanced at him.
"No not at all." America nodded, and began digging through his pocket as the man pushed the glass down, and stuck his hand out.
"Here ya go. Thanks bud." America sighed, and picked up the bags as he got. He looked at Italia as she didn't move for a second, but she quickly followed out after him. He glanced at her again." Just be prepared. My kids are noisy…Well, a good majority of them are anyways." Italia nodded, and then walked up the steps. She glanced back one last time as the door opened, and watched the car drive away, almost wishing it would come back for her.
A/n: it still feels awesome to see my old story getting some freaking love :3. Love the fact that I can write good enough to make someone cry or feel happy, or even feel mad. Basically, I'm happy my writing's good enough that I can make the reader feel what the character is feeling. Most of the time, I just draw from my own experiences, and how I felt at the time if it's nessciary. So, I'm glad that it shows through in my writing. On another note, I think I'm going to make this part of the story just basically a filler before we get to the main part, which is ww2. So, hopefully you all enjoy that! So, what will happen next? How will the states react to Italia? Will they like her? Will they dislike her? Or will she open up at all? What will she do while she's at America's house? Will come back for more next time! Hasta la Pasta~!