This is my plot but the characters are not mine, also there's a disney song line in here that I do not own
"What someone says."
What they think; you guess who.
Heavy use of dialogue this chapter
Languages used this chapter French, Italian, and German
Qui in avanti
Narrator
The rest of the journey to closest Austrian base was frustrating. For our German soldier it was a conflict of heart and duty. He wanted this woman to be someone else, six feet under, and live as a time set to peace. Not a nation he was at war with, or older than a century. Italy had similar thoughts about him, and here's the difference: she wants to believe he's the same person in some way. The Italian also had an issue for not being able to read him like she could with other people. Ludwig would be the scary german soldier whenever he to spook to her, and it would effectively scare her. Yet his actions always made sure that she was kept well; the first day of the trek he carried her plus the supplies so her leg would heal faster, gave her full meals ~even if they were disgusting~, let her go to bathroom on her own, and every night left her have extra blankets.
Once the pair arrived at their destination, so began the base hop to Vienna for Austria's conformation of the young italiana being Italy.
~You can never be to sure, also we'll just skip to Vienna now...~
Italy's Pov:
Yay, we finally made it to Vienna! No more cold nights, no more barracks, no more military food! 'Sigh' It'll be nice to see Miss. Hungry and Mr. Austria. Right now I'm in a car with Ludwig and he's still as unreadable to me as the day we reunited. So serious, he even has a crease in his brow when he sleeps and it's not often that I've seen that. "We are almost there, so don't try anything funny." He's using the scary voice again ~puberty made you scary Shorty… but why couldn't you stay short~. As I look out to the city I see that the people going out and about like there's not a war going on. Then again Miss. Hungary is in this war with Mr. Austria, so who wouldn't feel safe. The car is now slowing to a stop in front of an iron gate and right beyond that is a white mansion with a bit of Nonno architecture. Finally, the car stops in front of the main door and I see Mr. Austria and Miss. Hungry. Ludwig gets out first I follow soon after.
I'm wearing a cream high-collar long sleeve blouse, with a green skirt, flat hat, nude nylons, and what I call brown ankle boots with a lot of buttons. Shorty is wearing his uniform as usual, this one being a bit more for a formal setting and follows a brown based color scheme. I have to confess though; he is built like a real Olympian ~I'm italian and I know I have a type~, well enough of that back to reality. "Captain Ludwig Beilschmidt, here escorting the target." he's a little embarrassed from saying that ~his ears are a bit red~ and I can't say I blame him. Looking to Mr. Austria's face I'm trying to see his reaction to the situation… and me being a female instead of male.
"At ease Captain Beilschmidt, come inside with the captive."
"Yes sir."
Up 3 stair steps, through the door, 5 steps straight, and off to the right we arrived at the main living room."Please come and sit down; a maid will come in a few moments with coffee and cakes. After their arrival Elizabeta will explain this surprise." requested Mr. Austria as he sat down in a cushioned chair ~Miss. Hungary must have told told him~.
"Oh, you're so beautiful my Tally." said my mother figure, while giving me a hug.
"Thank you Elizabeta, it's been a long time." I reply, returning the hug.
"Sweet as always, please come sit by me on the couch. Tell me how you've been."
"Well for starters, I've become a doctor and can do pretty much do anything from basic first aid to amputation. Before the war started, I was looking into Psychology, and doing my own research into medical herbs."
"Goodness that's quite a load there, what brought all this on?"
"It's a long story-"
"Which will have to be saved for later." interrupted Austria, as the promised coffee and cakes finally arrived. Once everyone was served Hungry got to explaining.
"When Italy first arrived to us, back in the 1800s, I was the first to greet her. She was so sad and scared at everything it had reminded me of myself.-"
"How?" ~seriously Mr. Austria you need to stop interrupting people~
"... Cutting to the case, I was the one who gave Italy the idea to be a boy. Now those who know aside from Italy's family and myself, are Prussia, Turkey, Austria, and Germany."
"Who's that?" I've never met Germany.
"That would be the gentleman beside you child; you always have been inattentive."
"Rodrich be nice, lets see... well that's about it."
"Wait how did Prussia find out before me?"
My turn, "He figured it out when he first met me." Mr. Austria hummed to acknowledge my answer.
"What should be done with her till the end of the war?" 'shiver' ~Scary~
"She is to be held captive with you at your house."
"Wie bitte?"
"I won't repeat myself."
That's your cue Miss. Hungry, "Please this is for her safety; we were given information that one of her bosses planned to kill her off, and set it up so it would appear as a casualty of war..."
"You can't kill a nation; especially within their own borders."
"True, but in my case it's possible." Ludwig then turned his attention to me.
"Then elaborate."
'Sigh' "Unlike most countries that have one personification, the Italian nation has two; one for the north being me and south my brother Romano. Me and fratello have always been governed separately until recently. The same phenomenon happened between Nonno and his brother for the early days of Rome."
"Roman Empire had a brother?"
"Yes, the founding of Rome was between two brothers: Romulus and Remus. They were raised and mothered by a wolf, trained by Troy, and later united Italy. They were named Kings and divine brothers. Then one of them killed the other over a stupid wall… Nonno didn't know it would happen but it did."
"So the story of Romulus and Remus is true."
"Well for the most part." ~You seem awfully interested in Nonno Shorty… are you…~
"You just explained that the founder of Rome, Romulus, was Rome himself." ~You are a fan.~
"I said he was one of the brothers; not which one. Besides, Nonno never went by a human name or told me and my brother what it was. Just that Romulus and Remus were the names of him and his brother. When we called him either he would nearly cry saying 'I am Nonno first and Rome second; no other.'"
There came a silence for a couple minutes, and I took that time to have a bite of cake. Ludwig brook that silence.
"Why would you tell your enemy your weakness?"
"...I know that Mr. Austria and Miss. Hungry wouldn't kill me, but it's up to you on what you'll do with my weakness." ~No way in Venice am I telling you about the curl though.~ "Besides, on the chance that I don't die I would have been mortally wounded, in constant pain, and all that blood would have attracted predators with very sharp teeth and empty bellies."
"Anymore questions Germany?" asked Mr. Austria.
"How did you know Mona was in danger?"
~...You called me Mona…~
Miss. Hungary was the one to answer, "Her older brother, Romano, sent me everything he could get on this little plot, which I gave to Austria. When I was told you were to catch Italy, I sent you the telegram."
"... It still does not make sense as to why she has to take asylum in my home." ~Phooey, I thought you started liking me again Shorty.~
"I have babysat her enough, now the charge is yours."
'Sweat drop' ~Seriously, crestfallen ve~~
"Rodrich that was rude." Miss. Hungry then sighed, "I believe that should be all for me and Italy today. Come Feli, I'll show you to your room. I believe your siesta is coming up soon." I feel myself yawn as soon as she said that.
I take her lead giggling, "You had me at 'siesta' Miss. Hungry."
"Please call me by name, or nickname; you make me feel old when you call me 'Miss.'"
"Ve~ no promises." ; )
Germany's Pov:
Italy and Hungary left the living room leaving Austria and me. "Explain what you understand so far Germany. I don't want to have letters coming in because of this 'Italy was really a female' shtick." I turn my gaze to the austrian find him to be rather collected for someone who was just as oblivious to said 'shtick.'
"Tell me what I should be aware of about Italy; having managed to keep her secret for this long, and to have enemies keep a tight lip on the subject proves that it is not wise to be caught off guard."
Drinking the last of his coffee he then answered, "That child is simply surviving for her people and nothing else. To the reasons of our silence on the this are different; Hungry loves her as if Italy was her sister, for me and your brother it is out of respect, but as for Turkey's, it is unknown. If you want understand his stance, you will have to ask him in person. Additionally, Italy maybe the granddaughter of Rome but she is not likely to to make anything like. If she does something to go against you however, it would likely cause you constant headaches and a few surprises but relatively little success or profit for her leaving little to really no point to try."
"That still doesn't tell me how she is to be maintained."
"... Like an italian child; a safe place to sleep free of monsters, provide three meals a day, and a bathing room."
For one moment I looked at him to the eyes, and put on a face, "Is that all?" Austria's eyes only slightly tensed before answering, "Yes, you are now dismissed. Your room is the center door on the left wall also left of the stairs." Taking that as my cue, I stood up proceeding to my assigned room. As I neared my door I heard one from behind me open, turning to see only Hungry leave and close the door. As her attention moved to me, she walk towards me stopping about two feet away. "I have few questions I wish to ask you, in exchange if you have any questions while caring for Italy you, can send them to me." I nodded.
"Did you and Tally know each before today?"
~Yes~ "Yes."
"Were you close?"
~She was my first friend~ "We kept each other company at parties."
"Did you know what she was?"
~No~ "We didn't know that the other was a nation."
"How do you feel?"
~I need a beer~ "I have a responsibility to carry and a duty to follow, therefore how I feel is of little consequence."
Hungry giggled, "I have a feeling that you're going to eat those words one day. Little Tally just has that effect on people." then walked away. I'm not sure why she said that, but I'll take it as a warning. Finally inside the room I see that some of my clothes were neatly laid out on the bed along with an open briefcase that held more and a pair of boots and shoes. To the left of the bed was a nightstand that had a letter addressed to me and my bruder's seal ~what's he up to now~.
To Captain Ludwig Beilschmidt
From General Gilbert Beilschmidt
You're most likely wondering why the awesome me didn't tell you that Italy was a kleine dame, well you'll just have to wait till you see this awesomeness again. Anyway did your stuff get to you; I it had expressed first class because knowing you it is likely that you forgot about break time. Once you're back at home base the higher ups are most likely going to put you on an early break considering that you've been working non-stop. I even bet five marks that you'll have to watch her too; now that is something I'd pay to see. The Emotional Detached Rock versus The Cuteness. 'Keseseseses' I'm doing alright over on my end even with an ass like Wilhelm. You know he once lectured me on how to run an army, the boy is worse than the american start up and he was awful. Alright then, back on topic, if you need advice on how to take care of a little lady ask Hungry or me. Count the days before you see my awesome again kleiner Bruder.
1915 October 19 th
~If I am correct, then that was the same day I caught Mona, and it's November ten today.~
As I start to place my belonging to where they should be, the events of today with this newest development of becoming a warden ~I am not a babysitter~ start to sink in. Compared to other nations like my burder, France, England, Italy(s), even America, I am practically a child. Most of what land mass I have is thanks to my older brothers; Prussia in particular. When I remember the days when it was just me and him. Time flies fast when you're practically immortal. It should go without saying that any personified nation has near perfect memory of our history as a nation and personal life. However there are events in the past that remain unclear and incoherent; examples would be the time of the Crusades and the Dark Ages for parts of Europe. Any other time behind those events was the era of a nation's parents or grandparents.
Now that everything is in it's proper place, I take off my boots lay on the bed in attempt to relax. But even that seems to elude me; all I can think of is the past… lets start at the beginning.
Before my technical reunification, I was 'sick'. My brother Prussia, being by my side most of that time. He would do things like read me books of war adventure fantasy, teach me strategy, and play the flute. It was mostly all in effort to keep me from getting out of bed. When he wasn't with me, he would order a guard to sand by the door and make sure I did not leave my room ~it was rather spacious~. Also without fail every time he left, he'd kiss me on the forehead ~that would annoy me at times~. It was like that for around three years, even though I had full recovery in six months. When I asked, why I couldn't leave me room, Prussia would give me the same answer, "Do you want to get sick again? What if it's worse this time?" and every time I would furiously shake my head and feel a bit selfish for even asking.
One day he forgot to place a guard, so I gathered the courage to confront Prussia; I would go to regret that day for a year. I had met France that day as well, ...
"Ce doit être ton petit frère la Prusse: image parfaite de votre père." ~Who is that,~
"Une image de la santé." ~why does he have a bird like brother,~
~... and why is everyone looking at me?~
"Go to your room little brother, I'll play with you after my meeting; alright?"
… and technically under his control.
Having lost my courage I did as I was told, and waited in my room, for hours before seeing my brother. Prussia then revealed all that he was hiding from me, and he made it a point that it was all under the notion to protect me from France.
"You're not in trouble Ludvig, but you should know that things are going to change very fast and I can't do a thing to stop it. France will have to take care of you from now till I can kick his ass and show him not to mess with family… Come stop your crying Ludvig, it'll be alright. You know for one so small you seem strong, but for now my arms will keep you safe."
A week later I said goodbye to my brother and then live in Seborga from 1809 to 1813. In the time I was under Francy Pants' control, I didn't have a choice but to go to every major party, that just flaunted wealth. Each one I went to, there was always some woman or women who would pinch my cheeks and call me cute; I disliked ninety percent of those parties. Around this time as well, I kept having a bunch of weird dreams; I'd remember what happened in most of them but forget something key in them. I had missed something at that party in 1812
After escaping from the latest Madam Pinchy I saw a someone who was different. She wore a simple light green ball gown that had a touch of medieval designs on the ends of her sleeves and overskirt. Her hair was held up back by thin ribbons and a single hairpin off to the right. It was refreshing to see someone who wasn't so flashy, wore a powdered wig, and forgoed the heavy makeup ~. However that feeling was short lived once I saw her brisk away from the ballroom. I followed her out and into a hallway that got dimmer and dimmer the farther away from the party we got.
She turned into a room at some point and I pursued her in there as well. As it turned out, the room was an office that was most likely the host's personal study. I hid behind one of the furniture in there and watched what she was doing. The young lady was looking for something in there, and based on all of the drawers she was going through on the desk it was important. Eventurently the mystery girl went through each drawer, and paused for a few moments thinking. She then took out one drawer completely, and I looked away, not wanting her to know I was there. I listened; there were sounds of knocking, then scratching, and finally a pop.
"Yes! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it; Signore Beaumont was keeping them here."
At the time my mind concluded that she was a thief of some sort, hired to take something of importance from Lord Beaumont ~stupid but possible~. Having got what she wanted, she proceeded to place the drawer back together, away to it's original spot, and get the hell out of there. I stayed in placed till she passed by. It was then that I made my move; twisting one of her arms behind her, I asked one simple question, "Are you a thief?" I thought had the upper hand till she responded with…
"Are you a rapist?"
"What lady says that?!"
"ME WHEN I PANIC!"
I turned the thief to face me and held her by the shoulders.
"I GET THAT YOU'RE A GIRL, BUT YOU ARE THE ONE SNOOPING ABOUT IN THE HOUSE OF MY HOST AND STEALING FROM HIM! IT IS YOU WHO IS IN WRONG HERE!"
It was after saying that I looked her dead in the eye's, and from there got lost. Golden amber eyes were something that you would find on a fairy or something out of a fantasy, but none of those those thoughts came to mind. What I saw felt like a key. My guard down for a moment and she took her chance to run. I chased after her. She was a fast runner then, and I can't imagine how fast she is now…
"HEY! GET BACK HERE!"
"No I'm in retreat from a Blonde Napoleon who actually is short!"
"NEVER ASSUME ME TO BE A FRENCHIE, EVER!"
In time I would befriend the young lady nicknamed Mona Lisa… who disturbingly matched the description of the Italian nation. I can not deny the facts; the curl is there, the eyes are there, Hungry's and Austria's confirmation, hell she even admitted to being Italy and Mona when I caught her. I had missed the curl at that party in 1812.
