Chapter 13

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Isabella POV

When Sealand and I got home (Canada had to go do some stuff in his country) I went straight into my art room and locked myself in there. I told Sealand I would be busy and he could do whatever he wanted in the mean time. I grabbed a spare t-shirt I had in there and slipped it on. I made sure my wall of paper was smooth before I started. I grabbed a brush and moved a bunch of cans of paint near me. I began my new project.

It's been a few hours and I was barely finished with the sketch. I walked downstairs and grabbed a water bottle and a sandwich. I ran back upstairs and went back in my art room.

It was now night time. Sealand knocked and asked me if I was almost done. I told him I was about halfway done. He went into the room he stayed in with Kumajiro once, his new room. I kept painting until early the next morning. My arms were tired and I was sleepy, but I kept painting. I was almost finished, just a bit longer. It was now about ten in the morning of the next day. I stepped back and admired my work. It was worth it. I painted a realistic painting of Mattie, that was bigger than he is in real life. It was him in a black suit with a black tie. He had a maple leaf in his pocket where a flower would usually go. His eyes were sparkling and he had a look full of love that he always looked at me with. You could see Kumajiro standing half hidden behind his right leg. There was a maple tree in the background and leaves were floating down in the wind. A knock came from my door. I opened it and saw Sealand.

"Mum? Did you even sleep last night." I shook my head. I grabbed his hand and pulled him in. I stood in front of the wall with him. The whole painting was centered and took up about fifty percent of the wall. He looked at me in awe. "It's beautiful." He said kissing my cheek. I smiled.

"My best work ever." I said sighing. I walked out. I would let it dry before I looked for a frame big enough to hold it. "I'm going to go get cleaned up." I called as I went in my room. I took a hot shower and changed into some red skinny jeans with a white tank top that had the Italian flag on the front and my white converse that have red laces on one and green laces on the other. I brushed my hair and went downstairs. Sealand raised an eyebrow in amusement and I stuck my tongue out at him. I plopped down on a couch and dialed Mattie's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey Mattie!"

"Hey baby, what's up?"

"Nothing much, just checking in on how you're doing."

"I'm going to be busy the whole weekend, actually." My eyes widened.

"Why?"

"My boss said I should hang out and get closer to Ukraine." I narrowed my eyes.

"Did he mention why?" I asked as I unconsciously fidgeted with the ring on my left hand.

"He just said something about her boss wanting us closer and to be friends, something along those lines."

"Oh, alright." I said and looked down. "Then I'll let you get back to work. I love you."

"Love you too, I'll see you on Monday at the meeting."

"Of course. Bye."

"Bye." The line went dead and I rubbed my temples.

"What's wrong, mum?" Peter asked sitting next to me. He was about the age of a seventeen year old and his island was almost big enough to be a considered a small country, just a bit more work.

"I'm just stressing out a bit." I said as he took my hand and squeezed it.

"About what?"

"Mattie's gonna be spending some quality time with Ukraine." I said the name like a disgusting swear word.

"And?" He said wanting me to continue. I sighed.

"I'm worried because she likes him." I said looking down. Peter raised my chin.

"Mummy, you have nothing to worry about. Canada loves you, and you love him. I'm sure he won't throw all that away just for Ukraine." He told me softly.

"You really think so? But she's so... busty." I said cringing. He chuckled.

"I don't think you have to worry about that, you're a really beautiful woman. Besides, I'm sure if Canada did anything, more than half the world would come to your rescue and kick the living crap out of him. Including me." He said smiling. I hugged him, we were the same height.

"Thanks." I told him as I kissed his forehead the same way I did so long ago. He laughed.

"Don't worry mum, I'll always be on your side." He said smiling a smile that made him seem more boyish. I patted his cheek affectionately.

"How about we go see my dad?" I asked him getting up. He nodded smiling. We went outside and got in my car, a 2012 black Maserati (curtesy of dad). We drove to dad's house (Japan and Germany went home) and when we got there, I let myself in. I walked up the steps and heard noises in dad's room. Thinking that he's there, I walked in.

"Hey, dad. I'm came to see-." My sentence was cut short as I realized what the noises were. I walked in on dad and Holy Rome... sexing it up. I quickly shielded my eyes. "My bad!" I yelled as I slammed the door shut. I turned around and Sealand had the same expression as me. Our eyes were wide and we walked down the steps robotically. We sat down and a few minutes later, they came down the stairs. We just stared at them and they were blushing.

"I'll knock next time." I finally said. They nodded.

"Yeah, that would be best." Holy Rome answered. We all looked away awkwardly.

"I came to see you, dad. I didn't think Holy Rome would be here." I said looked at them. "I did interrupt you guys at the wrong moment, or are you guys... satisfied?" That made them blush even more. Of course they would, I practically just asked them if they got to cum before I walked in on them.

"Yeah, we're fine." Dad said blushing. I nodded.

"So, how've you been?" I asked them as they sat down across from us.

"Fine." Holy Rome answered. I smiled. "Sealand's grown quite alot, hasn't he?" Holy Rome said smiling. I patted Peter's cheek affectionately.

"It's only a matter of time before he's recognized as a country." I said smiling. Peter smiled and kissed the hand that was on his cheek.

"And it's all thanks to you, mummy." He said smiling. I smiled at him.

"So, have you started preparing the wedding?" Dad asked excitedly. "The food should be pasta!" He said excitedly. I laughed and shook my head.

When we got home, it was late. I went straight to bed, my sleepless night caught up with me.

"Goodnight." I said kissing Peter's cheek.

"Goodnight, mummy." He said repeating my action. I walked upstairs and just took my clothes off, too lazy to put on pajamas. I tucked myself in and quickly entered the world of dreams.

I was walking around a playground. It looked very familiar. I reached a sandbox and saw something I remembered. It was a little me playing in the sand, I looked about five years old. I was minding my own business, when three girls came up to me.

"What are you doing here, freak?" They asked me. I looked up at them with innocent eyes.

"I'm just playing. Why do you call me 'freak'? I haven't done anything to you." I told them with a tilt of my head. One girl pushed me down, another stomped all over the sand I was molding into a statue (having artistic abilities since childhood), and the one who spoke to me got in my face.

"Because your dad left you. There must be something wrong with you to make a dad leave his own daughter." She said angrily. She threw sand at me and the left. I was crying and rubbing my eyes trying to get the sand out. I ran all the way to my mom's house (which wasn't very far). I ran into her room and cried hysterically into her lap.

"What's wrong, baby?" She asked as she picked me up and sat us on the couch in the living room.

"Am I really a freak? Is that why daddy left us?" I asked her as she wiped away my tears.

"Of course not! Who told you that?" She said angrily.

"Three girls at the playground. They said there must be something wrong with me to make daddy leave me, then they threw sand at me, and crushed the statue I was making." I said crying even harder. Mom hugged me to her.

"Well, they're wrong. That's not why your daddy left." She tried to console me.

"Then why did he leave?" I asked her. She looked away.

"Your daddy's a very important man. He can't be with mommy because of his work." She said not meeting my eyes. She finally looked at me and smiled a watery smile. "And you look just like him." She said kissing my forehead. (A/N: imagine Isabella looks like Chibitalia.)

Mom never let me go to the playground anymore and got me my art room. I had a special talent for painting and she would always sit behind me cross legged while I painted. She said daddy once made a painting for her. When I asked why I haven't seen it, she would always say it was too beautiful and she didn't want anyone to get jealous and steal it.

I was always ignored at school. And when I wasn't ignored, I was bullied. The dream shifted so that I was in an old art room at school. The art teacher would always let me stay here after school, she always had a soft spot for me because I was her best student. This was around the time I was in fifth grade. I was painting a vase full of roses colored black, red, and a pure white one in the center. When I was done, I stepped back and admired my work. It looked so real. I was proud.

"That's a really cool painting." A boy's voice said from behind me. I whipped around in surprise. It was a boy that was a bit taller than me. He had brownish blond hair and pretty hazel eyes. I backed up a bit.

"G-grazie." I stuttered. He walked closer and I held my breath. He looked at the painting more closely.

"I wish I could paint like his." He sighed smiling at me. I just watched him with big eyes. He held his hand out.

"My name's Luciano." He said smiling. I cautiously held my hand out.

"I'm Isabella." I said timidly. His eyes widened a bit in surprise.

"Oh, I know who you are." He said. I pulled my hand back and backed away, expecting him to say something mean to me like all the other kids. Suddenly, he smiled. "Do you wanna be my friend?" He asked me. I just stared at him confused.

"You want me to be your friend?" I asked not getting my hopes up.

"Sure!" He said excitedly. My eyes widened and I smiled really brightly.

"Okay." I said nodding.

"Can I call you Isa for short?" He asked as I covered y painting and we walked out of school.

I remember that. After that, people didn't pick on me as much, but you could still tell they didn't like me. Luciano was still my only friend growing up. Mom was so excited when Luciano came over one day to play.

My dream shifted again. I was walking down a hallway in the U.N. building. I stopped at the double oak doors that led into the conference room. The doors looked about a million times bigger. I pushed them open and walked inside. The room was dark and I walked forward. There was suddenly an eery glow and a big thrown that a emperor would sit in. As I walked forward, I saw Ukraine was sitting in the thrown. She was wearing a dress that was sleeveless and went to the floor, there was a long slit up the left side that went to her mid thigh. She was siting with her legs crossed and she smirked at me. She snapped her fingers and Mattie walked forward. He was wearing the suit I painted him in and he had a leather collar around his neck, a chain was connected to it. Ukraine grabbed the chain and pulled his face closer to hers as she kissed him. I watched in horror as he melted into the kissed and when they broke apart, he smirked at me too.

"I warned you. Canada belongs to ME now." Ukraine sneered at me. Canada nodded vigorously.

"And she's a much better lover than you could ever hope to be." He told me in a voice that wasn't soft and kind anymore, it was cold and sharp. I shook my head as tears started forming my eyes. They started kissing again and I could feel myself start crying.

I woke up with a start and I was drenched in cold sweat. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. I tried shaking off the dream. No, Mattie loves me. He would never go to Ukraine. I got out of the bath and saw it was late in the afternoon. About four-thirty. I put on a big shirt that went to mid thigh and walked downstairs. I saw a note in the kitchen. Sealand went to Latvia's house. That made me smile. They are so cute together. I went into my art room and saw the painting. It wasn't quite dry yet, I'll put it in a frame tomorrow. I ate a sandwich and drank a root bear. Then I went in the living room and read a book for a while. When it was late, I called Peter. He said he would be staying with Latvia and that he would see me at the meeting tomorrow. I agreed and went back to bed. I couldn't help the feeling that something very bad is going to happen tomorrow.

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Grazie-Thank you (Italian)