Another Italy

Chapter 1

Hiya! It's 101bunnylover with...... YJistotallyawesome! Aka Germany/Taiwan. I never know what to call her but I usually call her Germany, ain't that right, Germany?

YJisawesome: ...Ok...

Anyway. This is our first fanfic together although it'll mostly be me writing it since I'm a lot more obsessed with Hetalia, LOL. I've been talking for too long now. Well, please enjoy! And....................PAAAASSSSSTTTTTAAAAAA!

Italy came out of the bathroom all clean and refreshed. He had been training with Germany and Japan for the past two hours.

"Ahh. It's so nice to have a bath after training!" Italy exclaimed happily as he skipped over to Germany, waving his arms wildly. "Germany! Germany!"

"What is it..?" Germany replied coldly, not looking away from the paperwork that was already piling up on his desk.

"Can I make pasta for dinner? Please? Please? Pretty please?"........

Germany sighed as the Italian kept on babbling. "Fine, fine. Make whatever you want for dinner. Just don't get my kitchen dirty like you usually do," Germany grunted as Italy gave him his usual perky smile.

"Yaaaaaaayyyyyy!!!!! Paaaasssstttttaaaaaaa!!!" Italy shouted as he ran to the kitchen. Germany sighed as he looked at the pile of paperwork on his desk that just kept on growing.

"What am I going to do with Italy?.." Germany thought.

In the kitchen......................

"Draw a circle, there's earth! Draw a circle, there's earth! Draw a circle there's earth! I'm Hetalia!" Italy sang as he made his special sauce for the pasta that was currently boiling on the stove. Ring ring. Ring ring. Italy's phone was ringing. The Italian went to pick up his phone. "Hello?"

"Hey Feli, it's Romano." The caller replied.

"Romano! How's it been?! I haven't seen you in so long!" Italy exploded as he continued blabbering on.

"Shut up!" Romano yelled. Italy kept quiet. "Anyway, I have some news. Is the potato bastard anywhere near the phone?" Romano asked rudely.

"Germany's not a potato bastard, and no, I don't think so. Also, Romano, I'm making pasta!" Italy replied.

"Okay, good, don't let that potato bastard know what I'm about to tell you, and give me some pasta later." Romano ordered.

"Whaaaat? Why can't I let Germany know?"Italy whined. Romano just ignored the question knowing how much of an idiot his brother could be.

"So I just received a letter from China. Don't freak out, Feliciano, but... it looks like we have a sister." Romano announced. Italy was practically jumping for joy at the thought of having another sibling.

"Oh my gosh! Yaaaayyyy!!!! I'm so happy!!! What's her name?!? How old is she?!? Is she okay?!? How did China get her!?!? How did we not find this out first?!?" Italy blabbered, having Romano telling him to shut up again.

"China said we can come to his place and meet her." Romano pointed out.

"Let's go to China's place tomorrow! I just wanna finish making my pasta. Byeeeeeeee!" Italy sang, then hung up on Romano. "Ah, I can't believe I have a sister! I wonder if she's older or younger then Romano and I." Italy thought. Thirty minutes later.

"Germany! Germany! Pasta's done!" Italy shouted. An annoyed looking Germany came into the kitchen, grabbed a plate of pasta, and sat down. Germany then started eating as if he hasn't eaten in months. "Ve, Germany? Do you like it? I added in some wurst, just for you." Italy asked.