A/N: I don't own Hetalia and I'm not a big fan, my friend "Italy" as she prefers, does, and now has somehow unknowingly convinced me to write a fanfic of it...
CHAPTER THREE: Meet "Uncle" Ames(ROMANO'S POV)
I growled as I began calling, asking for favors, colleting "I owe you"s.
Lizzie was NOT safe with the ba****d. He scowled at the mere thought of him.
He couldn't help but go back to the happier times, when Lizzie was with ME, not that croissant son of a b****.
"Romano!" Feliciano rushed into Romano's room. (For those who don't remember Feliciano is North Italy)
"What?" I muttered in reply
But my little brother wasn't listening. "Uwaahhh! This must be Elizabet! She's so cuuute!"
I looked down at the little girl I was fostering expecting her to be playing with a doll or something.
Instead I saw her with her lime green dress and white apron and cap, playing with some crayons, she did look KIND OF cute.
The little girl smiled warmly. "Are you Uncle Feliciano?"
"Si!" North Italy said brightly. He looked towards me and said, "Ve~ You're so lucky big brother!"
"Hmph." I muttered in reply.
As my younger sibling continued to fuss over the little girl I couldn't help but smile slightly.
I smiled drawing a circle in some dust.
"Mr. Romano! Mr. Romano!" the phone yelled, snapping me out of my daydream
"Y-Yes?"
"You said you need my abilities?"
I smiled as I twirled the cord around my finger; I smacked lips as I replied, "Yes. You see there's this little girl…"
(FRANCE'S POV)
I stroked the child's hair gently, yesterday it seemed like she was strong enough to lift the world's sadness away with only her pinkie, now she looked so fragile.
I closed my eyes gradually, concentrating on my breathing, hoping she'd fall asleep so I could take her back to her bed so the media wouldn't give us any MORE bad publicity.
Finally I heard her breath go back to steady, her muscles no longer tense. Carefully, not to wake her, I carried her back to bed. As I walked over I noticed the hall closet was wide-open showing off a fur coat with a broom on the floor. I shrugged; the maid's must be up or something.
Slowly I placed Lizzie on her bed and loosely covered her up, just as I saw halfway out the door I could hear her moan softly and her muscles seemed to tense slightly.
I sighed shaking my head slightly as I bent down and held her hand. She seemed at ease once more.
I chuckled mentally. Then blinked as I took away my hand gradually, I wasn't supposed to get attached to her. She was going to leave in a year. I had no control over that fact. I backed away slowly, I would stop breathing when I would hear the floor creak or see her shift.
I sighed; glad that was over once I was out of hearing range in my room.
I tucked myself in, suddenly tired. For a moment I almost thought I heard a familiar little girl whisper, "Goodnight Papa France,"
(THE NEXT DAY)
I opened my eyes sheepishly, and just as I predicted there were the media taking pictures of me through my uncovered window.
I grumbled as I shut them off with their bright flashes with their instruments they call cameras.
I walked downstairs tiredly; as I did I peeked into Lizzie's room to see if she was still asleep. Her bed was made showing that she wasn't there.
I continued walking, and eventually made it down to the first floor. Sadly the windows were open here too. Silently I closed them off to the reporters.
As I turned I almost jumped as I noticed Lizzie already up, in a green dress with a matching white apron and cap, drawing.
Okay, I lied that wasn't what surprised me.
It was that my best friend, Ames, was drawing with her.
"A-AMES? What are you doing here?"
Ames looked at me with a smile, heavy scents of wine coming from them, "The kid let me in and told me you weren't up so I decided to draw with her."
I looked down at Lizzie who smiled, "He seemed interesting so I let him in."
I slumped down into a red leather seat and watched them continue to draw.
Ames was drawing some woman in a bikini while Lizzie drew a flower.
I sighed, opposites attract as they say…
Ames has been my best friend since third grade, we met when some bullies were picking me on and Ames threw his lunch at them to stop. He still has the scar they gave him to prove that the event was true actually, even though he CLAIMS it was from a shark.
Ames was actually half French so he got picked on a lot as a child, the other half was Cuban and he had taken to looking more 100% Cuban than 50%.
He had very tan skin, green eyes, and a reddish-brown sort of colored hair.
He was known for being a drunk and having 12 girlfriends at a time.
And they call ME a pervert.
"So," Ames began once Lizzie left to go to the kitchen to show her picture to the cook so he could put it on the fridge
"did you get hitched or something? 'Cause then I can't take you to be my double date buddy." He joked
I rolled my eyes, "No, I'm just fostering her for work."
"Wow. Your work is DESPERATE if you baby-sit some kids." Ames shook his head smiling
"Shut up. Now go get some water, I can still smell your drink."
"Eh, short stuff said it fit me. Now I'm going to go join her to see if the cook will hang MY picture up." He laughed as he ran towards the kitchen
I rolled my eyes, what was he up to NOW?
Soon later he came back, allowing Lizzie to piggy-back ride him.
"So why are you here?" I asked shifting my weight
"What? Can't an old friend drop in unannounced once in a while?" he asked pouting as he put Lizzie down who hurried to sit on my lap
"Uh huh. So what's the REAL reason you're here?" I asked as I leaned one arm on the chair
"Uh…I uh… got evicted…again…" he mumbled
"So you're here for mon-?"
"Stay with us Uncle Ames!" Lizzie interrupted
"Uncle?" I mouthed
Ames shrugged.
I rolled my eyes at Lizzie, "Ames can't stay with us Lizzie. He has poor manners and the media can and WILL hound us for letting him stay."
Lizzie pouted sadly and looked back at Ames with big eyes.
"AW! How can you be so coldhearted to her?" Ames whined
"…You put her up to this didn't you?"
"What? Pfft, n-no…"
I raised an eyebrow.
Suddenly they both turned on me with puppy faces, Ames looking hysterical as he did so.
I sighed, "FINE."
"Did you hear that short stuff?" Ames said happily as he picked her up, twirling her around
Lizzie just laughed and I felt a twinge of the corner of my lip curve as I watched.
Also my friend Italy wants me to start giving her credit for stuff.
She checks my grammar and spelling so I GUESS you could call her my Beta Reader or my editor... (other times spell check does it)
She also came up with Romano's flashback when I was out of ideas for what to write. ^^"