Another Italy

Chapter 3

Ciaaaoooooo!!!!! It's time for the 3rd chappy! Just sayin, I hope you guys like my book so far, I honestly really like writing it myself. Btw here's YJistotallyawesome!

YJistotallyawesome: Hi. Yeah, you're basically writing it...I do the editing. I just started watching Hetalia...don't know too much yet...

I also dragged Greece into the chat as well!

Greece: MEEEEOOOOOOWWW

Man. It's actually rare to have Greece here unless I drag him here. I'm so talkative.. Lets start the chapter now!

2:30 am. Vivi woke up to the sound of arguing. She got up from bed, then opened her bedroom door to find her brothers in pajamas, arguing over who was Vivi's favourite.

"Well, Aren't you the one to talk! She obviously likes me better. I'm A LOT more manlier than YOU, Feli." Romano spat.

"But Romano!" Italy whined. "I talked to her first so shouldn't I be her favourite?"

The two Italians then realized Vivi was listening.

"Vivi! Who do you like better? Me or Feli?" Romano asked while grabbing onto Vivi's shoulders. Italy looked at Vivi innocently as he pat her head.

"You're such a cutie." Italy complimented.

"Oi! Bastardo! Don't kiss up to her!" Romano shouted.

Germany sighed as he tried to sleep over the Italians's arguing. "These damn Italians.." Germany thought. "They're so damn annoying. Can't they find another time to argue?" Germany's wishes didn't come true. Almost every night, the Italians would argue over something as stupid as who was Vivi's favourite, or who's pasta tasted better. Vivi was never involved in these arguments, she was more like an innocent bystander. Germany sighed as he woke up after a long night of trying to fall asleep again. He got up and slicked his hair back. He changed, then headed over to the kitchen where he was greeted by Italy making pasta.

"Morning Germany!" Italy greeted.

"Gut morgen." Germany grumbled as he went to make some coffee. He sighed as Romano came into the kitchen.

"Oi, Feliciano! Our fight isn't over yet!" Romano shouted angrily.

"Whaa! I don't like fights! I thought we already said my pasta tastes better!" Italy exclaimed.

"Why you!" Romano screeched as he tackled the younger Italian. Germany rubbed his temples feeling an upcoming headache. Vivi then entered the room to find her brothers fighting, and a VERY annoyed looking Germany.

"Germany? Are you okay?" Vivi asked.

"Yeah yeah. I'm fine Vivi. I'm just a little annoyed at your two idiot brothers." Germany explained.

"Oh. Ok!" Vivi said before giving Germany a big smile. She then went to stop her brothers's fight. Germany was glad to have at least one person that shared the same annoyance of the two Italian brothers.

"Ow!" Vivi shouted as Romano tackled her.

"Oi! Romano! Get off her, now!" Germany ordered. Romano paid no attention to Germany.

Vivi looked as if someone had just taken her pasta. "Fratello......" Vivi said angrily. Romano gulped when he saw her face. Vivi then tackled Romano back with more strength, pinning him on the ground.

Germany looked at Vivi in amazement. "Mien gott. This girl can fight!" He thought to himself. "Unlike her brothers..." he muttered.

"Don't you dare tackle me again." She warned her brothers, seeming an awful lot like Hungary. The two Italians held hands and huddled together in fear.