West Italy (HETALIA)

Chapter 5

"Welcome home, fratellino!" Feliciano yelled, dragging America out of the car and showing him the front entrance of the Italians' house.

America stared blankly for a moment before turning back to face the Italian. "This isn't my house."

"Ve? Of course it is! It's the house of the Italies!" Feliciano exclaimed.

"Guys, seriously, how many times do I have to tell you? I'm America!" the blue eyed nation shouted, exasperated.

"That's right," Lovino nodded. "You're Italy America."

"...That's not what I meant."

"I know this is all so new for you, dear," Feliciano said, cupping his hands around America's, "but we'll help you get through, help you embrace your Italian."

"And forget that English fucker. He was clearly a bad influence," Lovino huffed, lifting the suitcases out of the car.

"I know I'm going to regret asking this," America sighed, "but what makes you so certain I'm Italian?"

"Well that's obvious," Lovino said, a bit taken aback by the American's ignorance. Not exactly the brightest of nations, is he? Then again, he is related to Feliciano. But then, so am I and I'm fucking brilliant. Must be that English bastard's fault. "For starters, there's your name."

"Your love of pasta," Feliciano chimed in.

"Your ability to learn how to cook Italian food."

"Your looks."

"Your enviable running away skills."

"Your willingness to demand sanctuary."

"Your hair...thing."

"Your-"

"Hold up," America interrupted. "Half of those don't even make sense. And what's this about 'my hair thing'? What the heck does that even mean?"

"Your little piece of hair that sticks up," Lovino blinked. Wasn't it obvious?

"Nantucket? What about him?"

"It was obviously supposed to be a curl."

"A curl? You mean like the ones you have?" The taller nation shook his head. "No, Nantucket's always been like this."

Lovino sighed sadly. "Britain got to him too soon...stunted his growth. Poor bastard never stood a chance."

"No, I mean it was like this before he even-"

"Fratello, are you sure it's a curl?"

"Of course, Feli. What else would it be?"

"I don't know..." The middle brother bit his lip. "It's just...weird."

"Nantucket is not weird!" America cried, only to be ignored.

"Well, I guess there's only one way to find out," Lovino said with consternation.

"Ooh, ooh, can I do it?" Feliciano bounced, raising his hand eagerly.