West Italy (HETALIA)

Chapter 3

"Hey, fratello?" Feliciano called from the kitchen.

"Hmm?" Lovino hummed, flipping through the channels in the living room.

"You know how America is a girl's name?"

"Yeah, so what?" Lovino answered indifferently.

"Well, wouldn't that make America a girl?"

Lovino paused mid-click and turned to his brother. "No, he can't be a girl. He's...America."

"Exactly! Think about it Lovi!" Feliciano said, sticking his head around the wall to meet his brother's stare. "He's self conscious about his weight and his looks and his fashion sense – Oh, wait, that one is an Italian thing...But still, it makes sense!"

Lovino considered the notion for a moment before smiling. "You know, Feli, you might just get to see America in a dress yet."

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"I'm telling you, Arthur, they've gone insane! They won't leave me alone and they keep trying to make me Italian. I don't want to be Italian, Iggy. I can't be the hero if I'm Italian!" America cried, pausing when he heard the doorbell and glancing out the window. "Hold on a sec, dude. Someone's at the-" America froze when he saw who was standing on his porch. He quickly ducked down, crouching below the window line. "Oh no..." he whispered. "It's them. Artie, you gotta save me. I don't know how much more of them I can take. Did you know they started calling me 'Alfredo'?" A shout was heard from the other end of the line and the doorbell rang again. And again. And again. And-

"For fuck's sake, Feli, stop pushing the god damn button!" Lovino shouted from the other side of the door.

"Help me..."America whimpered before hanging up. After taking a deep breath, he walked to the door, opening it to see a pair of grumpy Italians.

"Hey, what are you guys doing here ag-" Lovino gruffly grabbed America's arm, dragging him to his bedroom, Feliciano following with arms full of shopping bags. "Oh, ok, we can talk in my room, that's cool too." Sitting on the bed, he looked up at the twins, who were staring at him with their eyes narrowed and their arms crossed. "Umm...Is something wrong?"

"You've been lying to us, America. We don't like it when you lie to us," Feliciano said.

"What? No I haven't!" America protested.

"Don't lie to us, Alfredo. Or should I say, Alfreda!" Lovino shouted.

"I don't know what you- Alfreda? Isn't that a girl's name?"

"Aha! So you admit it!" Lovino cried.

"Admit what? What's going on?"

Feliciano placed the bags on the floor and walked over to America, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's ok, dear. There's no need to hide it. We're here for you."

"Wh-But-Huh?"

"We've bought you some nice new clothes. Appropriate clothes."

"Oh no...it's not another suit, is it?" America groaned.

"No, honey, you don't need to wear those anymore," Feliciano said, walking to America's closet.