A/N: Now people will be happy, because i've finally updated! I put a character list on too! And now i'll just list the pairings up!
Pairings: spamano, gerita, prucan, fruk, rusame, aushun, polit, swiliech, giripan, dennor, sufin and BelgiumxNetherlands (don't know any shortening for this...)
And i don't own Hetalia, because i'm not that awesome... Because i'm bad at updating... *cries in corner*
EDIT: The former chapter 1 and 2 is now one. And the former second don't suck now. At least not as much as before... And I've added Netherlands and Belgium.
First Chapter:
I looked at that fucking room, i would probably never return to. In those months i've been living there, i had grown rather fond of it. *
"Goodbye, please be good to your Father, he really works hard." was mioMama's last words to me. She never returned. **
Then i took my shitty luggage and walked out of the room i had lived in the past goddamn three months. I went to the taxi where the lady who has been in charge of me was waiting. The only thing i really know about my future is that i'm heading for America, to live with a person, who was good with taking care of abused kids. Like her.
It hurt like hell. If just Mio Papa didn't help them, everything wouldn't be half as hard. But instead, he blamed me for about everything that went wrong. Especially that Mio Mama hadn't returned the last years. Well, right now, the only thing i can do is trying to fall asleep. All night i cried, until i finally fell asleep.
That fucker was also going to take care of another child, also a girl. I knew a little bit more about the girl, than the one who were going to take care of us. My new 'Sorella''s name was Feliciana, and also from Italy, like me. Somewhere in the more northern part i remembered someone told me. The only thing i know about that jackass, was that she (I had just assumed it was a she) also was italian. I didn't know anything beside that.
"If you're getting caught you don't know me, all right! Miststück!" He added, just for the effect. I just nodded. If i got caught, Mio Papa would kill me for sure if i told anybody anything. It was better not getting caught at all.
Now we had arrived at the airport. I was rather terrified (Shut up, there's nothing wrong with that. Airplanes are scary. Asshole.) since i had seen airplanes before, but never been inside of one, especially not if it was going to fly.
I looked at the birds, while i was on a errand. I knew it was a great risk, dozing off like that, someone could tell Mio Papa, but i just wished by all in the world, that i could be free like them. But that would never happen as far as i knew.
After we finally got through security check and whatever else, we were ought to get through, we finally got on that stupid airplane. It didn't seemed to useful, and mostly looked as if it wouldn't even get off the ground. I seriously begun thinking i should just stay in Italy the rest of my life, then i wouldn't have to get on it. But...
"You have to do it, or you will die yourself." It was a statement, not a threat. i slowly lifted the gun, and...
NO! Everything else than that fucking exact memory! I don't want to think about it, not that or anything else from my fucked up former life! But the memories kept pressing on, and when i wanted them to go away, they just got clearer. In my head i could now see the man i had... I had begun clutching my head, and the lady (who was still with me, she was going to give me to my new carer) had noticed. She begun talking in a low voice to me, because they had discovered that helped me getting out of my periodically trauma. I began relaxing. Breath in and out, like i've been taught. I finally got myself down and could relax. Then i fell asleep.
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So now we had finally arrived at the Airport. It looked like a normal one. The lady got me through security (Again? Why the fuck does we need so many goddamn securities?) and then to the arrival hall. There we headed for a person. I couldn't really see how that person looked. Now i was near enough to see my new charge. And it was a man? A fucking goddamn man? Someone must be recording this... it must be a prank... It just can't be true! We were now near enough to see how he looked. Actually he didn't look bad. He had two curls, against my one, and looked a lot like Nonno. Not that Mio Papa looked bad. But that never hold him back from being nasty. I also saw another girl and another caretaker going to the same man. Huh, she must be my new 'sorella'. Now we had reached him. And i collapsed.
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"Lovina, please wake up... You're going to meet your caretaker..." ...What happened? Oh yeah, my new caretaker was a goddamn man. Shit. So, should i open my eyes? ...No, I actually don't want to. I just want to sleep and never wake up again... "Lovina..." Huh, seems like they know i'm already awake... Dammit... I opened my eyes and looked up, into three pairs of eyes which were staring at me. Fuck, stare at something else.
"What?" it actually wasn't meant as a question, more to get those gullible idiots to stop staring at me.
The people around me was the person i earlier had identified as my new 'sorella', the person who up till now had taken care of me and him.
"Dammit, stop staring at me, idiots!" I said angrily, and stood up.
"S-sorry!" answered the girl. I'm pretty sure it's my new 'sorella'. Now she said an weird noise. I think it sound a bit like 'pe~' but i'm probably mistaken. Yes, i am. Now it sound more like 've~'. What a weird girl.
I hadn't met my cousin since I was around four years old... She said weird sounds which sounded a lot like pe~, but I don't really remember. It's a long time ago. ***
Now that i could take a closer look on her, she had an curl like mine. Her curl was on the other side on her head. Her hair was slightly lighter and she was smiling. Fucking smiling. Why is that idiot smiling? it's unnatural to smile that much! Yeah, I have something against smiling people. And I'm not emo, dammit!
Now my former caretaker said "This is your new sister, her name is Feliciana. And here's your new caretaker, his name is Ciro Vargas, and both your and Feliciana's new last name is now Vargas." who said i wanted a new last name? I want to kill that fucking bastard.
..:::––––––:::..
We had gone home to that bastard, Ciro Vargas's, place. Even though I wouldn't admit it, then it looked like a place I'd be able to think about as home. But i'd never say that out loud. Never in fucking hell, dammit!
"...And you will start in school tomorrow." Ciro said. School? Tomorrow? Dammit, I'm not fucking ready! I have jetlag and I'm not even good at talking english yet! I've never went to a real school. Because mio Papa wouldn't let me. After that I learnt some stuff at the place I've stayed the last three months, but dammit, everyone else will know a lot more than me! ****
"What the fucking hell? Starting school tomorrow? Dammit, I don't agree in that!"
"Ve~ I'm not sure if I know enough to go to school yet..." Can she read fucking minds? Or is it a damn coincidence? I guess, i'll never know...
Ignoring all we said, he just proceed: "It's already fixed. You will start school tomorrow, under the names Lovina and Feliciana Vargas. And everybody will know that you might not be so good at english, that you haven't learnt as much as everybody else and that you had another kind of background than most others. They don't know any details. Not that we do..." It was my former caretaker who said all this. Is it me, or do he make a lot of monologues? Oh well, guess i have no other choice than beginning school tomorrow... Shit...
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Feliciana and I shared a room. It was actually rather big, but of course I complained about it. Because I'm me.
"Ve~" My Sorella seriously keeps saying that sound. Someone, make her stop! It's strange, and it goes on my nerves. My former caretaker had left us here some time ago. I think she's going back to Italy. I'm going to kinda miss her, I've spent the last three months with her... (SO STOP BUGGING ME ABOUT IT, DAMMIT!) I guess i have nothing better to do than prepare for school... Mentally.
Name: Feliciana Veneziano
Residence: going to live at mr Ciro Vargas's, New York
Language: Italian and english
Country: Former Italy, now USA
Status: 14 years old, but going to be 15 years in the next week
Background: Mostly unknown, else than poorly treated
Notes: Like pasta and other gourmetfood. Is beginning saying ve~, after each sentence
Name: Ciro Vargas
Residence: New York
Language: Italian, english, spanish, german and french
Country: USA, former Italy
Status: 39 years old, single
Job: Is now treating children with a bad background for Save the Children.
A/N: I promise Antonio will be in next chapter. Please rewiew, fave or alert! Because if ppl hadn't done that i would never have written this chapter.
Final characterlist:
Lovina Romano Vargas: fem!Romano, 14, 9th grade
Feliciana Veneziano Vargas: fem!Veneziano 14, 9th grade
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo: Spain 17, 11th grade
Ludwig Beilschmidt: Germany 15, 9th grade
Gilbert awesome Beilschmidt: Prussia 17, 11th grade
Madeline Williams Jones: fem!Canada 15, 9th grade
Francis Bonnefoy: France 17, 11th grade
Alishia Kirkland: fem!England 16, 10th grade
Ivan Braginski: Russia 17, 11th grade
Ally F. Williams Jones: fem!America 16, 10th grade
Roderich Edelstein: Austria 18, 12th grade
Elizaveta Héderváry: Hungary 16, 11th grade
Felicja Łukasiewicz: fem!Poland 16, 10th grade
Toris Lorinaitis: Lithuania 16, 10th grade
Vash Zwingli: Switzerland 18, 12th grade
Lili Vogel Zwingli: Lichtenstein 14, 9th grade
Heracles Karpusi: Greece 17, 12th grade
Kiki Honda: fem!Japan 15, 9th grade
Jonas Nielsen: Denmark 16, 9th grade
Siv Hall: fem!Norway 15, 9th grade
Berwald Oxenstierna: Sweden 17, 10th grade
Sonja Väinämöinen: fem!Finland 15, 9th grade
Vigdís Hall: fem!Iceland 14, 8th grade
Qing Wang: fem!China 16, 11th grade
Raivis Galante: Latvia 15, 10th grade
Eduard Von Bock: Estonia 16, 10th grade
Natalia Braginski: Belarus 16, 10th grade
Sadiq Annan: Turkey 17, 12th grade
Im Yong Soo Wang: Korea 15, 9th grade
Peter Kirkland: Sealand 13, 8th grade
Bella Colijn Schuyler: Belgium, 16, 10th grade
Gerben Schuyler: Netherlands, 17, 11th grade
Mykhaila Braginski: Ukraine 19, college
Ciro Vargas: Ancient Rome 39, job
Ewald Beilschmidt: Germania 40, teacher