The story goes on!
I do not claim Hetalia for my own.
Italy spent all day making pasta for the, "reunion." Japan and Germany came over to Italy's house for tea.
"Italy, what are you making so much pasta for?" Japan inquired.
"Relax, Japan. It's probably one of his pasta obsession fits." Germany said.
"I'm making pasta for the family reunion tomorrow! Signora Qin told Romano and I that we have a bunch of stepbrothers and stepsisters!" Italy said.
"Family reunion?" Germany said.
"Qin-sama? I remember her from living with China. She's China's mother. She must be old. I want to send some letters as well. You should do so as well, Germany. Oba-san will be very surprised to hear from us." Japan said.
"I suppose it would be very interesting to find out more about my family." Germany said.
"However, simply pasta is not enough! I refuse to let any ally of mine to serve simple bland food at a party! The divine palate of Japan will aid in this effort!" he declared.
Due to Japan's help, large bowls of soba noodles, ramen, and nikujaga were made. Many platters of sushi, and other Japanese dishes covered the tables of Italy's parlor. (Only Italy would still have a parlor for a party...)
Later, more chaos ensued. For some reason, India got a hold of Qin's mailing address.
Letter from India
Qin-ji,
Namaste, dadi-ji. I have heard of your genealogical findings. I wanted to tell you more about my actual dadi, Harappa. In her day, big cities were built, and many advancements, like the invention of the wheel, were made. However, no one has managed to decipher the ancient script of that time. Even Indian linguists are at a loss. So there's not much I can tell you. My little sister, Sri Lanka and brothers, Iran and Afghanistan say hello. I won't say anything for that pouty little bastard, Pakistan.
India
Letter from Germany
Qin,
Gutentag, I am Germany. Italy told us about your findings. Would you mind telling me more about my family? All I know about is mein Vater, Holy Rome. He was a weird one in those days. Danke schon.
Germany
Letter from Japan
Qin-sama,
Konichiwa, Qin oba-san. Do you remember me? I am Japan. China found me as a child. I would like to say that it is quite kind of you to tell them these things. But, if France realized this connection, much incest would ensue... I don't want to think about it...
Japan
Letter from Chibitalia?
Qin,
Veeee~! I am Italia. The older me told me about a reunion. I decided to go, but Turkey's going to be there... He almost took Romano! I will feast on much pasta!
Chibitalia
During the reunion, France went around groping many people... Unfortunately, he got to Veneziano, although it's totally clear why...
He almost got England, but failed...
France made the wrong move by going for Austria. He was right behind him, and THWACK. Hungary was beating him over the head with a frying pan.
"I have the Lord's approval!" she shouted.
When Chibitalia walked in, everyone stared.
Unfortunately, the first person to approach him was Romano. Romano then proceeded to kick Chibitalia.
"ROMANO YOU CAN'T KICK AROUND YOUR BROTHER LIKE THAT!" Hungary cried out, while still beating France over the head.
Spain and France tried to hug Chibitalia, but they decided to use him as a soccer ball. Austria joined in too.
"Please! I don't want to be a soccer ball again!" Chibitalia cried. But no one listened.
"Just like the good old days, right?" France said.
Hungary, unable to stand by, started to beat France.
Italy ate a lot of pasta, but became furious that no one else was eating.
"THAT'S IT! YOU SHALL FEEL THE FURY OF PAAASTAAAA~!
Easily the only time Italy became genuinely angry.
The entire room was thrown into chaos. Blood, scraps of clothing, questionable liquids, and pasta could be seen in flight.
Outside the window, the Asian and non-Romanized countries stared into the room, watching the spectacle unfold.
"This is why I'll never understand Europeans." India said. Hong Kong and Taiwan, oddly enough agreed with her.
"Aiyaaah! You are wasting food! All of that could feed so many of the poor and hungry in India and China! I won't stand for this, aru!" he said.
He was about to break into the window, but Japan intervened.
"Can't you see? It's already getting pretty bad. Not to mention it's quite amusing to watch. Enjoy this while it lasts." Japan said.
Japan had a travel kotatsu in his pocket, India had several tapas mats, and China, Taiwan, Hong Kong, and others brought their traveling tea sets. Typical. Asians cannot go without a cup of tea. Or a nap.
Staring at me, who was watching the entire time, Japan said, "What? We must drink tea. Tea calms the mind. Not to mention it tastes good. Come have some."
YES. I get tea.
*dadi = grandmother in Hindi
*-ji = equivalent of -san in Hindi