Sicily's San Valentino

Ah, Valentine's Day...a day that is a pain in my ass. Mostly because I'm single and never had a boyfriend...I'm a sad teenage girl. This is why I take advantage of the chocolate sales and buy a load of sweets! Yay, chocolate! I also use this day to work on my fanfiction and watch Disney movies. Anyway, Sicily is in a similar situation with me. Due to Romano being so overprotective, not a single male Nation can get closer to her. It's like with Liechtenstein and Switzerland...only with less guns, but she does do something special to celebrate. Enjoy this special holiday chapter!

Sicily woke up on a cold February day with sparkles in her eyes. She knew what day it was. San Valentino. St. Valentine's Day. A day for love, and a day when she, Hungary and Japan played matchmaker before celebrating themselves. Of course, Sicily couldn't celebrate like any other Italian would. Ever since World War II, Romano had been very overprotective of his little sister, not so much as letting one male Nation even try to flirt with her.

Sicily quickly got dressed and called the other two Nations, putting it on speaker so she could get dressed while they talked. While Hungary sounded cheerful, Japan still sounded like his was still asleep. Sicily laughed awkwardly.

"Sorry, Japan," she said, "I forgot about the time difference…"

"It's is alright, Siciry-san," Japan said with a yawn. "I'm staying with America-san from a whire. It's onry a day earry over here." Sicily groaned at the mention of America's name. She and him didn't get along, exactly. She didn't like him, but he wanted her to like him. It was a hate/don't want to hate relationship.

"Are you two ready?" Hungary asked from her end.

"Si," said Sicily happily. "Give me my assignment, Miss Hungary!"

"It's the usual one, Sicily," said Hungary, "I'll take Prussia this time around. Germany says that he gets lonely and depressing around this time. Japan, since you're there, you can take America."

"Hai," said Japan before hanging up.

"Uh...Miss Hungary?" asked Sicily. "I forget who I had last year." Hungary sighed.

"Sicily. I know very well that you remember," said Hungary. "And how many times have I told you to just call me Hungary?" Sicily laughed nervously.

"About a million…but Hungary...We can never get them together. I've been doing this for at least fifty years. Maybe it's hopeless."

"Sicily! I'm surprised at you! You've been vorking so hard to at least get them to notice each other! I mean, they like each other. The entire vorld knows it, but they don't! Ve've even been taking bets on it. You promised you vould get them together, are you going to give up that easily!? Vhere's the Sicily I know? She vouldn't give up! No, she vants to see him happy. She loves to see him smile! Are you going to vatch him spend another Valentine's Day alone?" Sicily began to build up her determination from Hungary's speech.

"No, she wouldn't- I mean I won't give up! This will be the year it happens!"

"That's the spirit! I gotta go. I'll check in with you later."

"Right! Talk to you later!" The line clicked. Sicily sighed and picked up her phone. "How on earth am I going to keep Romano from finding out?"

However, unknown to Sicily, a certain Southern Italian had been walking past the door and couldn't help but catch the last few bits of Sicily's conversation with Hungary. His face paled. Unlike what the girls were actually talking about, Romano believed that his sister was planning on actually going out this Valentine's Day. On a date. With a Nation.

He covered his mouth in order to keep himself from cursing at a rapid pace. Sicily had always gotten all weird over the topic of love. Of course, every Italian naturally had that charm that could make anyone swoon, but Sicily never showed to have it. It still didn't explain why she was going out!

Suddenly the door opened. Sicily stood there, dressed vividly in a red t-shirt and white jeans. Even her gold hair pins were switched out for white ones. She looked beautiful as she always did. But the expression on her face was a curious one.

"Romano?" she said, "Were you listening in on me?"

"No," Romano lied, "No I wasn't. Anyway, do you have any plans today? I was wondering if you could help me-"

"I do have plans today." Romano stiffened. "I'll be out until probably late tonight. Uh...Big brother? Are you okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine." Sicily smiled.

"You know, it is St. Valentine's Day. Maybe you should spend it with-" Romano covered his sister's mouth before she could finish her sentence.

"It was one time. We were both drunk off of our asses. And may I remind you, that it was you who was supposed to keep track of how much we drank and stop us when we had enough." Sicily pulled Romano's hand off of her mouth, which was formed in a smirk.

"Actually, I don't like getting drunk. The one who was supposed to keep track of the liquor intake was you." Romano paled even further as Sicily hummed a bit. "Anyway, I have to get started on something really important." She began to walk down the hall. "See you!"
Romano stood there for a moment before coming to a decision. He was going to follow Sicily, and kill the bastard who dared to touch his little sister.

Sicily walked out to their Vargas's garage and went straight to the mo-ped in the corner, humming quietly to herself as she did so. She knew that she could do it-she had promised Veneziano. Only problem was that she had to keep Romano in the dark about it. If he knew, the plans of the two younger siblings would be over in a heartbeat.

After dinner the night before, Sicily had spoken with her older brother about tomorrow. He agreed with her plan, but he didn't know her true intention. Sicily was most likely meddling in the love affairs of Italy.

Sicily started up the device and was on her way. She soon stopped outside her first destination.
She chained up her mo-ped and walked into the florist, greeting the woman at the counter with a smile.

"Ciao," said the Sicilian with a bright grin.

"Ciao, signorina," said the florist, "May I help you at all?"

"I'm here to pick up an order under the name Signorina Vargas. I believe I called last night?"

"Oh, right. You're the one who ordered the-"

"Not so loud!" Sicily said quickly, cutting the woman off. She looked back towards the entrance. Sicily could have sworn that she saw someone familiar out of the corner of her eye. She shook it off. It must have just been a figment of her imagination.

"But, si. I'm the one who ordered those flowers. I'm here to pick them up." The florist nodded and went into a room at the back of the hop. "And make sure you wrap them up! I don't want anyone to see them!"

"Si, signorina." Sicily tapped her fingers on the counter while she waited. Keeping herself busy was not a specialty of hers. Soon the florist came back with the wrapped bouquet. Sicily paid for it and left.

As the girl laid her package inside her basket, she didn't noticed that her older brother was watching her from not to far away.

'That English bastard might be good at spying,' Romano thought as he watched his sister, 'But he's not the only one...'

He had been tailing her since this morning. Most Nations-and normal people for that matter-would consider this "stalking", but to Romano, he was just taking on his big brother role.

The Southern Italian snapped out of his thought when he heard an unfamiliar tune cross his ears. He glanced over to see his sister pull her phone out of her pocket and answer it.

"Ciao?" Sicily said as he leaned against the wall. "What did you do?" After a brief pause, Sicily face palmed herself. "Caro Dio, Marcello...you're a real idiota most of the time." Romano raised an eyebrow. He had heard the name Marcello before, but he just couldn't pinpoint where and when.

"Look, I suggest you talk to Francis, or Michelle. They'll know what to do." Sicily sighed. "I swear, you're the most romantic guy I know, yet you still-" Romano's teeth gritted at the sentence. Most romantic guy? Someone was going to die tonight…

"Fine. Do it you're own way. Oh, and by the way, we still on for tonight?" The older brother's eyes raised. What did she just say?

"Because I know you. The only thing you get close to that is a small dinner, and that's it. And besides, you promised that you would watch it with me. I've been waiting far too long, and Arthur is beginning to pester me about it. It makes me want to slap him." Now, Romano understood what she was talking about. England had been trying to get on Sicily's good side since the 1960s. He had done it too, but the two were on a rocky edge. England had recently asked Sicily to watch something from his country, but what it was, Romano wasn't paying attention to it.

"I don't do it because it'll screw up diplomatic relations." Sicily sighed. "You wouldn't understand. Anyway, see you tonight. Ciao." Sicily hung up on Marcello. As she stuffed her phone in her pocket and drove away, only one thought came to Romano's mind. Whoever Marcello was, he wasn't going to be seen for a long time.

Sicily drove halfway across town to her next location. She thought about her evening tonight. It seemed like a good way to spend her night.

She opened the door to the cleaners and stepped inside. It wasn't as busy as she thought she would be, which was good because it would take her at least the rest of the day to get everything ready.

Sicily walked up to the counter and asked the man there if they had the clothing Italy had dropped off a week ago.

"I'm sorry, signorina," he said. "But that suit was taken out earlier today." Sicily's jaw dropped.

"What?" Sicily said. "But that was only supposed to be taken out by two people. Feliciano Vargas and me, Rosaria Vargas." The man shrugged.

"I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do." Sicily sighed and left without another word.

"ELIZABETA!"

"Sicily, calm down" Hungary said over on the other line as Sicily drove home. "You sound upset."

"I am," Sicily said, "I had this entire evening planned out. And then, some bastard decides to ruin it all!" Hungary sighed.

"You're starting to pick up on Romano's habits…"

"It doesn't matter! What am I going to do?! Everything was supposed to go the way we had planned-"

"Ve?"

"Yeah...I forgot to tell you that I may or may not have told Veneziano… but he doesn't know about what I'm really doing. So, how's it going with Gilbert?" Hungary sighed.

"He's fine. I got him on a date of his own a few hours ago."

"Cool. Could you make sure that you-know-who is at the restaurant tonight? Everything has to go according to plan."

"I vill, and I'm sure you'll think of something to fix your situation." Sicily sighed.

"Grazie, Liz."

Sicily got back home with a sad look on her face. She didn't know how she was going to fix this mess.

"Ciao, Sicilia!" Sicily heard Italy say as soon as she walked in. She sighed and handed the wrapped flowers to her brother.

"Ciao, Veneziano," she replied. "There was a mix up at the dry-clean-"

"I know, I forgot to tell you. I picked it up yesterday morning." Sicily stared at Italy for a moment before groaning.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked. "I was panicking on the way home!" Italy laughed nervously.

"Sorry, sorella," he said. Sicily turned to head back up the stairs and to her bedroom when Italy stopped her. "Are you doing anything tonight? You should go out and have fun, like I am!" Sicily sighed and leaned against the railing.

"No. I'm just staying home," she answered. "I'm going to check out that thing England's been telling me about." Italy nodded.

"Is anyone going to be here with you?" Sicily hummed in response.

"Marcello is. Don't tell Romano. You know how he's still mad at him." Italy nodded and the two headed up the staircase.

Romano arrived back home about an hour after Sicily did. Hey, he was on foot, so it was going to take him longer. He didn't even see his siblings until later that evening.

The Southern Italian stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the main living space as he heard footsteps retreating down the stairs. He didn't even move from his spot when he saw it was Veneziano dressed up as if he was going somewhere.

"You remember the address, si?" Sicily asked him. Italy nodded.

"Yes, I do," he replied. Sicily grinned and hugged her brother.

"Have a great time!" she said before the middle Vargas sibling opened the door and slammed it behind him. Sicily grinned and laughed before turning around. She jumped in surprise when she saw Romano standing behind her. The older Italian kept a straight face as the two stared at each other. Sicily laughed nervously.

"Hello, big brother," she said nervously. "How, how long have you been standing there?"

"The entire time," Romano replied. Sicily took a step back as Romano walked towards her. She made a run for the second floor, but South Italy held onto the collar of her shirt. Sicily was jerked back and stood in front of her brother, looking down at the floor.

"Where is Veneziano going?" asked Romano. Sicily stared at the ground. She did the same thing when she was younger and hiding something from Spain and/or Belgium. "Where. Is. He. Going?"

"Out," Sicily said quickly. "He's going out."

"Where?"

"To a restaurant...with a friend…"

"Who is it…" Sicily paused for a moment before trying to make another run for the second floor. Romano grabbed her shirt again and pulled her back. "Who. Is. It?"

"Uh…" Sicily stuttered, "Uh...Well...it's uh…" Romano narrowed his hazel eyes. Sicily sighed and whispered the answer into his ear. HIs eyes narrowed further in anger. "PLease don't be mad…"

"I'm not mad…" Romano said calmly. Sicily sighed. "I'm furious." Sicily laughed nervously. "You and Veneziano kept this a secret from me because why? You know what happened the last time."

"Yes, I know. I was one the who explained everything to him. But, fratello…"

"Don't call me that, I'm pissed at you."

"I know you hate him, but that doesn't mean you can keep Veneziano from him. Besides, all of the Nations take bets on when they'll get together. France actually owes me fifty euros if this pulls through."

"... If you weren't my sister I would kill you."

"Duly noted. If it helps, Hungary had a hand in this too." Romano rolled his eyes.

"I had a feeling she would. Now, if you excuse me, I'm going out." Sicily watched as her brother made his way past her.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"To stop Veneziano from getting even close to the potato bastard." Romano put his hand on the doorknob before turning to Sicily. "And I don't want anyone coming over here, especially whoever the hell Marcello is." Sicily paled.

"How do you-"

"I overheard you talking on the phone. I know your going out on a date with him, and I don't want him anywhere near my sorellina." Sicily smiled and covered her mouth before she ended up bursting out in laughter. Romano raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"What's so funny?" he asked. Sicily wiped a tear from her brown eye as her laughter died down enough for her to speak.

"Romano, do you know who Marcello is?" she giggled.

"Some bastard you're seeing?" Sicily shook her head.

"It's fratellino's human name." Romano blinked several times as he tried to process what she was saying.

"What?"

"Marcello Vargas. That's Seborga's human name." Sicily stopped laughing and stared at Romano blankly. "You forgot his name?"

"...Maybe," Romano said, "I've forgotten everything about him since he burned my tomato plants."

"It was an accident. You didn't have to kick him out of the house for it."

"Yes, I did. No one messes with my tomatoes without paying for it." Sicily sighed and laughed a bit. She told Romano the address of the restaurant before her brother left. Of course, she gave him the wrong location, but that was just part of her plan. Hey, even Romano deserved a little romance on Valentine's Day.

Seborga arrived a few minutes after Romano left. The two young siblings began to watch the British program England had been trying to get Sicily to view. After the first episode, she thought it was pretty good and the pair continued watching it. However, halfway through the second episode, there was a knock on the door.

Sicily and Seborga exchanged glances before they both got up to answer it. Seborga opened the door to reveal no one behind it. Sicily glanced down to see a beautiful bunch of red roses laying on the doorstep. In the flowers, there was a note. Seborga plucked it out.

"Your favorite flowers red, Your sea is a beautiful blue," The younger read out loud, "I wish I could tell you how much I like you." Sicily began to blush heavily as Seborga flipped the card in his hands. "There's no signature." He grinned. "Looks like big sister has herself an admirer~" Sicily laughed quietly.

"I doubt it," she said, "Everyone knows that Romano is protective. None of them can get even near me." Seborga shrugged.

"I'm the most romantic out of all of us, sorella," he said, "You said so yourself. Love is always possible if you try hard enough. Now, let's head back inside. I wanna see what happens." Seborga headed back into the house. Sicily looked down at the roses again before turning back. That's when her ears caught the sound of someone fleeing. She turned around to see someone leaving the property. Her eyes grew wide. She dropped the flowers on the doorstep and ran after the figure.

"Wait!" she called out. The figure picked up their pace, and so did Sicily. She was pretty fast, even when not in retreat. Running from the Allies several thousand times would do that to someone.

The person turned down an alleyway, and Sicily came to a skidding stop. Her brown orbs gazed down the alley. There was no one there. She crept down the passage and found a small note. She picked it up and read the caption.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my princess." Sicily blushed once again before looking around the street. There was no one there. She smiled before glancing back down at the note. "Grazie. And Buon San Valentino."

And neither brother knew, when they returned home, why she had been blushing so hard. They didn't even notice the vase of roses and the two notes laying on her bedside table.

Who do you think wrote the notes?