Nico: Hey there! How's everyone been doing? School is tough, I'm getting some pretty good marks so far though. Although the school changed the lunch system, so now I'm alone during lunch time, and junk food is nothing more than a myth now because they now serve healthy food. Not that I'm complaining, I bring my own lunch.
But really... I feel forever alone in that cold cafeteria... -sniff-
But of course, I haven't forgotten about Diplomacy or another of my stories up here! A while ago I was work-free so I was able to write three more chapters. I also felt a bit guilty for being so absent... so I decided to upload this chapter.
By the way, its Thanksgiving today (I'm Canadian, so Thanksgiving is held in October). I think this chapter sort of fits the Thanksgiving feel. I wish everyone a happy Thanksgiving, and/or another happy day!
I DO NOT OWN HETALIA: AXIS POWERS!
Growth
Italy
Alfonso sighed as he walked to Veneziano and Romano's house. From what it seemed, there was only good news for Italy, however Alfonso could not help but wonder just how long that would last.
From a brief talk with the Italy brothers' boss, he found out that all was not all well with the other countries. News had spread around about the Anglo-French alliance. Knowing that Britain was now allied with France, he would soon ally himself with Russia as well, making the Entente Powers the largest group, by number of countries, in war. With that being said, the Entente Powers had three powerful nations, with many colonies to back them up.
After their combat for France, Germany was unquestionably enraged. Germany and Austria-Hungary were now in a fix, now surrounded by three countries, with Russia on the east, France on the west, and Britain from the North Sea. Austria-Hungary was left in a paranoid state with Russia ready to attack them from almost all borders.
There were even rumours about the state of Russia. There were rumours going on about some form of revolution being held, day by day.
And what of Italy?
"Veh! Pasta! Fratello let's make pasta!"
"We can't!"
"Huh? Why~?"
"CHIGI! BECAUSE THAT STUPID SPAIN HASN'T SENT THIS MONTH'S TOMATOES YET!" From the sounds of things, Romano began throwing a fit, while Veneziano wailed.
Alfonso stood outside the main doors of the Italy brothers' mansion. He sighed. Somehow, the Italy brothers had started off so poorly that no other country wanted to ally with them and now they have been forgotten to a point where they seem to be the likely "winners" of this war.
However Alfonso was worried. It seemed like the pace was finally picking up in this war, and soon once all the other countries realized they had forgotten Italy, they would head straight for the country. Italy could not possibly take on an attack from the other countries, especially in their current carefree state.
Alfonso wanted to go talk with Adelheid. Things were no longer easy, the realities of war were approaching, and what could they do when it finally came? The Italy brothers, they would be devastated, but if they had Germany… perhaps…
"Veh! There you are Alfonso!" Alfonso looked up and saw the door had opened. He had not realized that he was still standing outside the mansion. The door was opened, by Veneziano, who had a usual smile on his face.
"Oh! Sorry, these are the troop numbers for the year," Alfonso handed over the folder to Veneziano.
"Great! Hey, Alfonso are you busy? If not, come on in, Romano and I have a surprise for you!" Before he had a chance to answer the northern Italy brother was tugging on Alfonso's jacket sleeve, urging him into their house. Alfonso obliged and followed Veneziano's lead. Alfonso did not notice before, that Veneziano was wearing an apron, smeared with thick red liquid. However, he also noticed the tag poking away from the straps, with washing instructions written in German.
"Veh, here Alfonso, we're here!" Alfonso found himself in the dining room. Before him was the table, with a large platter of pasta, covered with Bolognese. Alfonso stared in silence for a moment.
"You… you made this for me?"
"Veh!" Veneziano chirped, as Romano grunted.
"Grazie," Alfonso smiled. "Hey, sirs, why don't we eat this together?"
"Veh, Alfonso, you don't have to be so formal, just call us Feliciano and Lovino! You've been so wonderful for us, we think of you as family now."
Family. Alfonso smiled as he and his family ate the large serving of pasta. Before when he joined the war he had no meaning to do anything. However, now he had a reason to keep going forward, to protect his newfound family.
Nico: Alright, another chapter done and uploaded... I've still got a lot to do before I'm back on schedule. So, I hope you all understand that I may not be uploading anytime soon.
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Translations:
Fratello - Brother
Grazie - Thank you
Well that is all for now... Back to my schoolwork. Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoyed the chapter!
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