Memo:

Ni hao! SORRY FOR THE VERRRRRRRRRRY LOOOOOOOOOONG wait mon ami's! -dodges bullets, fire, and bombs-OKAY I GET IT?! QAQ. Gack!-hit by a frying pan-...okay I deserved that one. Am so sorry and I'll will to it that I can keep up with the requests and updates. ;_;

Disclaimer:

I do not own Hetalia...I wish I did.

Number 6 :

"If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I'd be picking roses for a lifetime."

Swedish Proverb quotes

Victims...I mean pairing!:

(oc) Haiti x N. Italy

"Feliciano where are you?" called out brown haired girl.

Brown eyes swept across the art room occasionally pausing on the artwork that hanged from the frames. Most of the paintings were either by various European countries, but there was still the essence of the Italian man, who she was currently looking for, who artwork stood out from among the rest. Turning away from the art room, the girl walked down the halls of World Wide Academy, lovely brown hair pulled into a pony tail, her Mary Janes 'clacked' against the tile floor.

World Wide Academy (or in this case Gakuen Hetalia ), to many humans it was a prestigious elite school that held many important figures of today society, to nations it was just school for them. And as of currently, the girl here was no other than Haiti. Haiti, looked into each class she came by hoping to find the auburn haired Italian, so far no such luck.

"Ah Haiti vat are you looking for?" spoke a German accented voice.

Haiti turned around quickly to see Italy's friend, Germany. Smiling she spoke,"Well I'm looking for Feliciano, but," here she frowned,"I can't find him anywhere."

"Oh did you try de art room?"

"Yes, he's not there."

"Ziezta Club?"

"Same results."

Germany frowned and began listing off the possible locations of the auburn Italian. Each name that was listed, Haiti gave the same answer,"Not there." At the end Germany and Haiti had listed off every single class, closet, club and even down to the last bathroom stall, of where Italy could be at. Haiti sighed," I wanted to hang out with Feliciano today, where could he have gone?"

"I'm very sorry Haiti," apologized Germany,"Normally I vould be notified by Italy on vhere he vould be. Dis eez very unusual."

"Yeah," Haiti gave him a worried look,"You don't think he's probably lost or hurt somewhere, do you?"

Germany and Haiti grew pale, apparently knowing the sweet little Italy for so long does have its perks. The two split up and went off in opposite directions, hoping to find Feliciano. And thus, that day many claimed that they saw blurs of brown and blonde dash through the halls at incredible speed.

Haiti, stopped by the art room, trying to catch her breath after the whole ordeal of the search of the missing Italy, at top speed mind you. Her mind went haywire, she couldn't find him at all! Normally, whenever she wishes to see him, he would always be by her side immediately with that sweet cheerful smile of him. A smile that would lite up any atmosphere. And she missed it. She been without the cheerful Italian for weeks now, she wasn't even able to visit him and trying to get her boss to let her help took up much time.

However, no matter what Italy would always smile and she, in no time would find herself smiling along with him.

"Italy," she muttered,"Where are you?"

"I'm right here bella!" chirped a cheerful voice.

Haiti jumped in suprisement and turned so quickly a mini tornado was formed. But that is another story~. The missing Italian had finally appeared! She smiled happily at her missing friend, but her eyes landed on the bundle he carried. The bundle were of roses, all wrapped beautifully and tied with a deep green ribbon.

"Ve! I'm so sorry Haiti!" Italy said looking on the verge of tears,"I saw really pretty flowers and I thought of you!"

Haiti felt her cheeks flush red,"M-me?"

"Si!" Italy exclaimed with renewed cheerfulness,"I picked lots of them too!"

Italy hands Haiti the roses flowers of multiple colors, red, pink, white and yellow. Haiti took the bundle gently and smiled at Italy.

"Thank you Ita-chan, they are so beautiful" Haiti smiled.

"Ve~ I have lots more for Haiti!" Italy beamed with pride.

"Really?" Haiti looked at him in suprisement.

"Si, everyday I see a pretty rose I think of Haiti!" Italy picked out a small rose of red, the thorns were cut, and placed it behind Haiti's ear,"I always pick one every time I think of you!"

~~~~~~ ~ ~ ~ Epilogue

"W'O WOULD DO SUCH A DZEENG?!" a french mans voice cried out in pure horror.

"Hey France vat's up vid you?" Prussia loud voice boomed in the garden courtyard. Apparently the albino ex-nation just got out of another session of detention and seeked out to find his drinking buddies, but only to find a near fainting Frenchman.

"Euh!" France pointed to where a once rose wall stood,"Zuh roses! Zey are gone!"

And indeed the rose wall was almost bare of the roses France had planted. Italy never did say WHERE he got the roses from~.