Axis Powers
Alright! 1941! I can't remember anything that happened in this year! Wait...why am I happy about that? Huh… anyway, during the 1940s, where most of Hetalia is set, war ravaged Europe. That's right, I'm talking about Axis vs Allies! If you really haven't noticed, Sicily was in fact part of the Axis Powers with her older brothers. Though two people were against it… but nevermind! In this chapter, Sicily ends up meeting Italy's allies- Germany and Japan. The first impression of one another is not exactly a good one… Enjoy this chapter!
It was a quiet and peaceful morning, and Sicily laid sound asleep in her bedroom. It was the first time in a while she was actually able to get a decent sleep. The boys would be arguing by the crack of dawn. However, her peaceful dream was not to last.
A loud bang on the door caused Sicily's dirt-like eyes to spring open. She sat up before realizing that the sound had faded away. She sighed and ran a hand through her tangled auburn hair.
"It was probably a dream," she said with a little laugh. Sicily fell back down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. With a sigh, she turned over in an attempt to fall back asleep. She pulled her sheets up closer and was about to slip back into her dream world when the loud noise repeated. Sicily bolted straight up.
"That definitely wasn't a dream…" She made an effort to tear off her sheets, but instead got tangled up in them and fell to the floor in her drowsiness. Sicily pulled herself to her feet and cautiously left her room. She walked down the stairs as the loud noise ricocheted again. It was coming from the door. With a sigh, she quickened her pace. It couldn't have been any earlier than 8:00 A.M. What was someone doing at the door?
Sicily rubbed any sleep she had left out of her eyes and opened the door with a yawn.
"Buongiorno," she yawned, "Che diamine vuoi?" Sicily blinked her eyes to let her vision adjust. That's when her face flushed red. At the door were two men. The first was a tall, muscular man, with sleek blond hair and blue eyes. He wore a green military officer's uniform with a cross of some kind on the collar. The second was short, (actually he was around Sicily's height, so to her he didn't seem short at all,) slim man with black hair, dull dark brown eyes, and was wearing a white naval uniform with black and gold accents.
"Scusa," Sicily said quickly, "I didn't mean to be so rude…" The shorter one nodded.
"We don't rearry speak Italian, so prease don't worry about it," he said with a calm tone.
"It doesn't matter," the taller one added, "Ve're looking for Feliciano Vargas. Vhere is he?" Sicily gave a look to the taller one.
"I don't know. You sort of forced me out of bed…"
"You can get back to your sleep vhen you tell us vhere Feliciano is." Sicily rolled her eyes. She didn't know where her brother was, which meant he had probably left without waking her up to tell her where he was going. Come to think of it...Sicily hadn't see Romano either. Where were they?
"I already said that I don't know. Look, you two can wait in here until he gets back from where ever he ran off to." Sicily stepped aside to allow the two men inside the home. The shorter man bowed slightly before entering. The taller one followed. "I'm going to head upstairs. I'll be back in a minute." Before either man could say anything, Sicily bolted to the second floor, slamming her door behind her.
"Veneziano has some explaining to do…" she muttered to herself.
After about an hour of searching, Sicily finally found what she was looking for. An uniform of her own. She really didn't have an uniform like many other countries did. Her boss forbade her from even fighting in any battles a long time ago, since she was a girl, and that rule had stuck. So, Sicily went with plan B. "Borrowing" pieces from Romano's and Italy's. That's what they get for letting her handle the laundry.
Sicily looked at herself in the mirror as she secured her ponytail at the base of her neck. Her shirt and tie were both Italy's. The shirt was a button-up black with the tie being a brilliant blue. The rest of it came from Romano. She wore tan pants and a tan military jacket. Since Romano was larger than her, Sicily had spent a good amount of time previously working out the length of her sleeves and pant legs so that they actually did fit her. However, the jacket was still too long and large. Sicily instead kept it fitted around her body with a thick, brown belt around her waist. She had added a pair of black boots to the uniform as well.
Sicily twirled around in the mirror. Her bangs still fell into her face. She sighed and pinned them back with her four hair pins- two of them gold and two of them red- which mirrored each other perfectly.
"Much better…" Sicily muttered to herself, "No hair in my face...I still haven't figured out the rest of that." Sicily left her bedroom and headed back down the stairs, where the two men were talking to each other in languages she didn't understand. When they noticed Sicily standing there, they stopped.
"I wasn't interrupting anything important, was I?" she asked. The shorter one shook his head.
"Not at arr," he said. Sicily smiled weakly as the three were casted into an awkward silence. That was, until, the taller one broke it.
"How do you know Feliciano?" he asked. Sicily blinked several times before coming to a conclusion. Italy hadn't told them about her. She smirked.
"I could ask you the same thing," Sicily said with a small laugh, "But to answer your question, I live here with him and his brother. I've been here for about...eight years?" Lie. She had been living with them for eighty. "So, how do you two know him? I'm pretty sure he's never mention you before."
"We are his-" said the shorter one before the tall one cut him off.
"Ve're his friends," he said, giving a look to the black-haired man, "Nozhing more, nozhing less." Sicily nodded and leaned back on the heel of her boots.
"Okay?" she said with a slight suspicion. What had Romano told her? Not to let anyone in the house when he and Italy were gone? Well, they were at war so it did make sen-... Sicily's eyes widened unnoticeably. There was a good chance she had just let the enemy into the house. She laughed uncomfortably. The men glanced at each other. "So...I'm pretty sure that Feliciano will be back soon…"
"He better be… I don't have time for zhis…" muttered the blonde out loud.
"Right...I see...Wait what?"
"We arr had an agreement to meet at seven this morning," said the shorter man, "As you can see Fericiano-kun did not arrive." Sicily nodded. Although her feeling about these two being the ones who were fighting against her brothers did not go away.
"So, who are you two?" Sicily asked, "I'm pretty sure Feliciano would have mention you two to me if you were friends. He speaks very highly of his two closest ones."
"Ve already told you who ve are," the blonde said sternly, "Zhe question zhat remains to us is who you really are." Sicily felt sweat running down the back of her neck. If her thoughts were right, then she would be screwed if she told them the truth.
"Why do you want to know?" she asked, "I don't have to tell you who I am. Same reason that you don't have to tell me who you are." The blonde began to seethe slightly while the black-haired one sighed.
"Just answer zhe damn question."
"No. My brother told me that if I get asked any questions I don't want to answer, than I stay defiant and don't answer them!"
"Zhen your brother must have taught you vell since you're starting to get on my nerves!"
"Can we arr just prease carm down?" asked the short one.
"NO!" the blonde and Sicily both shouted.
"And if you know Feliciano, than you know my brother!" said Sicily.
"Vhat does zhat even mean?!" replied the blonde.
"You should know him because-" That's when all hell truly broke loose. The door opened and in walked the two Italian brothers. Romano was carrying a paper bag full of something, and Italy was bouncing right beside him.
"Sorella!" Italy called out as he entered. "We're home!"
"ITALIEN!" Italy jumped and hid behind Romano. "VHERE ZHE HOLY HELL VERE YOU!?"
"What?" Sicily said, although no one was really listening.
"We ran out of pasta, so Romano and I-" Italy began to say quickly before the blonde cut him off.
"Zhat is no excuse! Ve all agreed to meet at seven o'clock sharp. Und you decide to skip out on training again?!"
"Ve, I didn't remember! Please don't hurt me!" While the shorter man sighed again, Sicily clenched her fists in anger. Her light eyes narrowed. As she gritted her teeth together, Sicily stood between the blonde and her brother. Nobody spoke to Italy or Romano like that. Unless they want Sicilian wrath upon them.
"Leave mio fratello alone," she said. The two strangers looked at her in confusion.
"Nani?" said the black-haired one, "What did you say?"
"I said for you to leave my fratello alone, or else it won't end well." Italy laughed awkwardly as Romano quickly left the scene. Sicily could have sworn that there was an angry look on his face.
"Italien… vhat does she mean vhen she just called you her bruder?" asked the blonde. Italy put his arm around Sicily, knocking her out of her current angry state.
"I thought I told you both," Italy said with a laugh. "This is mia sorellina, my little sister." Sicily gave an awkward and embarrassed wave.
"Ciao," she said with a small laugh. "I'm Sicily…"
After Italy gave a short explanation about his sister, he introduced the two men to Sicily.
"Ve, I forgot I never introduced you three!" he said. "This is Germany and Japan!" Sicily gave a small wave as Japan bowed slightly. She stopped when she heard the names.
"So...these are your allies…?" Sicily asked. Italy nodded.
"Itary-kun mentioned that he had more than one sibring before, but I arways thought he had another brother…"
"Nope! Or at least I don't think I do…" Italy ran his fingers through Sicily's ponytail. "It's just me, Romano and Sicilia!" Sicily grabbed Italy's hand, making him stop.
"It doesn't matter," said Germany sharply, "Ve're leaving anyvay. Hurry up, Italy." Italy nodded as the Axis began to leave. Sicily stood up and began to walk over to the kitchen, seeing as Romano had not left it since the brothers had gotten home. Someone called out her name, making the girl turn back around. It was her Northern brother.
"Sorella? Do you want to come with us?" Italy asked her.
"Was?" Germany said, rather in surprise than in the expected anger.
"Nani?" muttered Japan, louder than it was supposed to come out.
"Che cosa?" Sicily said with a confused look on her face.
"I asked if you wanted to come with us," said Italy with a smile. "What? Was I not supposed to say that?"
"Nien," Germany muttered, "She's not part of zhe Axis, und she can't-"
"I would actually love to come…" Sicily admitted, "I've never been allowed to military training before. I won't be much trouble. I'll just watch you three, I promise." Sicily gave a small smile.
"I don't see what is wrong about retting her just observe us, Germany-san…" said Japan.
"I won't tell anyone what goes on! I keep myself loyal to my brothers!" Germany shook his head in annoyance and left. Italy and Japan stayed behind.
"Are you coming, sorella?" Italy asked. Sicily nodded and followed the Axis.
This continued for about two months. During every training session, Italy asked Sicily if she wanted to come along. The answer was always yes. She would sit up on a nearby hill and watch the three men train. After a while, it became normal for Sicily to watch them. That's when Italy got an idea.
"Germany? Japan?" Italy asked his allies as they finished up their training for the day, "Can I ask you both something?"
"Vhat is it, Italy?" Germany said with an agitated tone.
"I was wondering if we could let mia sorella join the Axis with us." Japan and Germany stared at their Italian ally. They exchanged glances with each other.
"No, Italy. I don't think zhat it vould be a good idea." Germany crossed his arms over his chest. "Your sister is exactly like you. I don't vant anozher Italy."
"If I recarr, Germany-san, Siciry-san stood between you and Itary-kun when we first met her," Japan added, "She arso stood against you. The onry way Siciry-san and Itary-kun are simirar is sorery on appearance." Germany ignored the Asian, but Japan had been right.
"If I remember, Italy, she also implied zhat she had no military training vhat so ever."
"Please, Germany?" Italy asked, "Sicilia's a fast learner! She'll pick up on all your training easily and quick!"
"I don't care! I don't need anozher Italian in zhe Axis! You all are confusing as it is!"
"Then why don't we vote on it? I say 'yes'!"
"Und my answer is still no. Japan?" Japan tensed.
"I know it is not my prace to be speaking against you, Germany-san," said the Japanese, "but this time, I agree with Itary-kun."
"Was?!" Japan nodded.
"I berieve if Siciry-san joined us, it wourd motivate Itary-kun to do better. She's arso a very kind girr from my perspective."
"Yay!" Italy cheered happily, "That's two votes against one!" Italy ran over to his sister.
"ITALY! GET BACK OVER HERE!"
Sicily, seeing that the training had ended, jogged down from the hill to meet the three boys. She stopped halfway when she saw that they were in a vivid discussion. She heard her brother cheer loudly, followed by Germany calling after him. Italy ran over to Sicily. She jogged down the rest of the length to meet him at the bottom.
"Are you ready to go home, fratello?" Sicily asked him. Italy shook his head.
"Sicilia! I have something very important to ask you!" Italy told her as both Germany and Japan walked over to the siblings. "Japan, Germany and I agreed that-"
"To clarify, I did not agree to zhis," said Germany. Sicily rolled her eyes.
"What is it?" she asked Italy.
"Do you want to join the Axis with us?" Sicily froze. A wide smile appeared on her face.
"Are you serious?" Italy nodded.
"We talked it over and everything! What do you say?" Sicily wrapped her arms around her brother's neck.
"Si! I would love to!"
"Great…" Sicily heard Germany say as she let her brother go, "Anozher Italian…" Japan bowed politely.
"Wercome to the Axis, Siciry-san," he said calmly.
"Grazie, Japan!" Italy grinned and took his sister's hand.
"Let's go celebrate! PASTA!" Italy ran off, dragging his sister in tow.
"ITALY! GET BACK HERE! VE NEED TO FINISH YOUR TRAINING!" shouted Germany. He bolted after the Italians, with Japan following after.
Meanwhile, two people were hiding in the nearby bushes. They had just observed the entire scene.
"It seems like ze Axis 'ave a new belle among zeir ranks…" muttered one of them.
"For once, I agree with you," said the other, "We should tell the other Allies."
"Oui, my black sheep."
"Don't touch me, frog. Let's just go." The first man nodded, and the two raced off to inform the Allies of the newest Axis member.