A Whole New World (a Hetalia Fan Fiction) (DISCONTINUED)

Condolences (Part 1)

(Romano's Point of View)

After about 20 minutes, the burger bastard, the scone bastard, and the maple bastard returned. "So, vhat is going on?" the potato bastard asked. They hung their heads. Something's not-a right, I thought. "Ja, tell ze awesome me vhat happened," the "awesome" bastard demanded. "W-Well, er, how do I p-put this?" the scone bastard began. "Uh... w-well," "SPIT IT OUT, IDIOTA!" I shouted. The tomato bastard tried to pull me into a hug, but I pulled away. "It's-a okay, fratello," Italy murmured calmly. "As I was say-" the scone bastard was cut off by the loud, burger one. "Iggy talked to AJ, and based on what he said, her father killed himself, and she's devastated." We stared at them in horror.

"I-I was lucky to have opened her door at the time," scone bastard tried to fight back tears. "When I walked in, she was pointing a knife to her chest." "Mon ami tried to join her papa?" the baguette bastard asked, terrified. Maple bastard nodded slowly. "Werr, what should we do?" the wasabi bastard asked. "We know that she needs to tark to us, but she won't open up right away." "Unlike Britain, aru," the soy sauce bastard added. "We should try to cheer her up!" "Ve!" Italy agreed. "I'll-a make my-a pasta!" "You know, China," scone bastard replied. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea!"

(Avery's Point of View)

I decided to listen to some music on YouTube (since I'd no idea how to use the music player on my shitty phone). I was listening to one of my favorite songs, "Cups," I played the cup pattern on the nightstand next to my bed as I hummed the tune. As the song ended, I forced myself to listen to another one. "We Will Rock You?" I just did a shit-load of clapping, so no. "Eye of the Tiger?" Meh, it's okay, but I'm not in the mood. "Hey, Jude?" Oh, what the hell? Why not burst into tears again?

Suddenly, a slight knock interrupted my concentration. Great, I smiled weakly. England brought my cup of Earl Grey! I opened the door, and proved myself wrong. "Bella!" Italy cheered, nearly knocking me over into a hug. I also saw Germany, Japan, and Romano standing there. What the fuck could they want? I wondered. After what seemed like forever, Italy finally let me go. "Can we-a come in, bella?" he asked, his eyes growing wide like those of a sad puppy. "Sure," I replied, not expecting the company. "Ve!" Italy nearly squeezed the life out of me. Romano gave me the never-mind-my-weird-brother-because-he-does-that-all-the-time look.

"Are you-a okay?" Italy asked, squeezing the life out of my arm. "Sorta," I admitted. England did help me feel better, but I still felt like shit. "We heard about your father," Japan explained. "So we wanted to aporogize," "Let me guess," I sighed. "England told you?" Germany nodded. "He vas concerned about jou, and he vanted us to make sure jou vere okay," he replied. "Typical of caterpillar-brows," I said. "Hey, bella," Italy asked. "Maybe-a you and I-a can make-a pasta sometime?" "Of course!" I blushed. He hugged me tighter than ever. "Romano is-a coming, too," he said. Romano grinned. "It's about time I saw you smile!" I laughed. Italy really knew how to cheer me up. "Thanks guys!" "Anytime, bella," Italy finally let go of my arm. "You can arways tark to me," Japan assured me. "Let me know vhen I can kick someone's ass," Germany said. I nodded. "No problem, ragazza," Romano replied, as they all walked out of my room.

Ve! It's-a me, Italy! Ciao, ladies!

Me: Damn it, Feli! Come back here with my laptop!

England: That's no way a lady should talk, love.

Me: *points at him* He stole my baby! Plus, there's something on there that he shouldn't be reading! So, shut up!

France: *wraps his arms around my waist* And what might zat be, mon cherie?

Me: I said too much, didn't I?

America: *chewing on a burger* Yep.

Me: Don't worry about them, they still have no idea.... Mwahahahahaha!!!!!

France: Tell me, mi fleur, and I'll let you go.

Me: NEVER!!!!! (seriously, where's flying mint bunny when you need him?)