The Island Girl- Hetalia {Unfinished}

Chapter 14- What happens at the park, stays at the park...

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POV- Venice

“What!” I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My own brother, of whom I hadn't seen in forever, couldn't take the time of day to tell me I had a sister in-law?!!! I started stuttering angrily. “I-I-you-she-wh-h-UGH!” I slammed down my small fists to my side and felt my face grow warmer as tears started welling up.

“Gaspar! You made her cry!” Seborga said, hand over her tiny mouth. Someone carefully picked me up. “C'mon, Venice. He probably just forgot to tell you.” Ontario's words and the tone of her voice just...made me lose it. I sobbed into her shirt, my cries muffled by the fabric. I felt her move, and take me up the stairs.

“Shhh, it's gonna be okay.” She rocked me back and forth while shutting the door to the room Italy, Romano, Germany and I shared. I hiccuped a bit, looking up at her with big eyes. “H-he di-dn't t-tell me...” I whispered, and rested back into her arms. “I know, but you gotta forgive him. Did you see the look on his face when he had to tell you? He looked so guilty, so sad. His eyes told me he wanted you to know, but not like this.”

Reality then struck me. Ontario was usually the one who'd brag to everyone, be the center of everything, and could never care less, so why...why was she so caring? Her voice was so soothing, the way she pushed back my hair and tucked it behind my ears...like I could almost...fall asleep.

And everything went dark, as I dreamt of calming sea, pretty sparkles of stars dotting the night's sky as my consciousness faded like the sunset.

POV- Quebec

“Seriously, what's wrong with your gasp?” England peered out from where he'd seen the entire scene unfold. I looked to Seborga, eyebrow raised. “I don't gasp, I GASPAR.” She said, holding her hand over her heart dramatically. Though, it did kinda look hilarious at her height.

I glanced back to where Ontario fled with the fussy Venice. In a rare show of kindness, she'd recognized her immense sadness, and obviously wanted to help. I looked back over to the Italians (and Sicillian and Seborgan), and they were all staring at Romano-scratch that, glaring. He sighed, stepping away from the group. “Better go apologize.” Italy said, putting a tiny hand on his shoulder. Romano shrugged it off, yet still made his way up the stairs.

I clapped my hands together. “So, I guess some introductions are in order? You guys can't really leave until England gets his act together and does something right-” “Hey! I'm trying!” “-so you two can stay with us.” The two small girls smiled. “I'm Sicily, Romano's wife. I'm technically part of South Italy, but I'm an island.” Sicily said, maturely. I was officially sure she wasn't gonna cause any trouble. “I'm Seborga! I'm also an Italian island, and Sicily's sister!”

They smiled once more. “My name is Quebec. I'm part of Canada, and I'm one of the four provinces that founded Canada, along with Nova Scotia, New Brunswick and Ontario.” I shook their tiny hands while grinning. While I may not show it a lot, I really am a good guy.

“Hey! After Romano and Venice make up, can we go to the park?” Italy asked, fully energized from his minute of sleep. I thought about it for a second. Maybe they do need some fresh air. “You know what? Sure. We'll have to wait for them, and everyone else to wake up.” I started walking to go up the stairs, but someone knocked on the door. “Geez! How many people are going to show up today?”

“Quebec? Dude, is that you?” Oh god. Just pretend it's not there, and it'll go away... “Dude, open the door!” I sighed, unlocking the door. It slammed open to show the hamburger-inhaling, loud-mouthed American...slowly shrink. “Uhhh...guys?” America asked, looking around. “Did I just turn tiny?” Everyone else nodded.

But, I was still really confused. If everyone else turns chibi after entering, why didn't it work on either Ontario or I? I shrugged it off, knowing that no real answer was going to come. I went the rest of the way up the stairs, and heard laughter. I turned into the room, and there was Ontario giggling with both Italian siblings in a heap. I leaned in the doorway for a while, watching the cute scene for a minute or two, before I was noticed.

“Oh, um, hey Quebec.” Ontario said, her giggles dying down. “What's up?” “I promised them we'd go to the park.” I said. “Okay. Can you go wake them up?” “I guess, just make me do aaaaall the work.” I trudged over to the second room, where the others were sleeping soundly.

“Hey guys,” I said quietly, flipping on the lights. I saw England, Germany and Canada rub their eyes as they woke up. I went over to where France was mumbling, “Je veux dormir...(I want to sleep)” I softly shook his shoulder. “Reveille-toi, France. Tu veux aller au parc avec nous?(Wake up, France. You want to go to the park with us?)”

He slowly got up, stumbling out of bed. “Okay, the beautiful moi is up.” I brought the sleepy bunch downstairs where Ontario immediately stopped me and held the small America up to me, who was grinning adorably. “What is this doing here?” She asked, obviously irritated. “Oh yeah, he may have come through the doorway.”

She sighed. “Can't be helped. Well, since everyone's up, let's get going!”

***

We walked to one of the parks, and quickly found out that they loved climbing things. All of them. France and England were already fighting, Canada was being dragged around by America, and Venice, Italy and Romano were trying out the monkey bars- of which only one succeeded in getting to 3 bars. I sat down on the bench, just as France and England both went tumbling down the slide.

I snickered a bit, then my focus drifted to Ontario, who was standing, watching the chibis. The breeze lightly fluttered her hair, and the sun gave a shine off of her pale-ish skin. When she turned her gaze to me, I suddenly turned away. Why? I just don't know.

It was a bit later, when the others were playing in silence that a random, old woman came over. I tried to ignore her as she changed her gaze from Ontario, to me, then to the chibis. “They your's?” She asked loud enough for Ontario to hear. “N-no! Of course not!” We both said in unison. She smiled then. “Good.” What happened then I really just couldn't explain.

Okay, maybe I could. She bent over, picked some rocks up, then started throwing them at the others, two hitting America and Italy. “What the hell?!” Ontario ran to the two who started crying. I quickly went over as well, picking up the weeping Italy. “What?” The woman saw our incredulous stares. “I thought you wouldn't mind, since you're not their parents.”

I only then saw the flame in Ontario's eyes come out. “Quebec...” She seethed, shoving America over to me. “Hold him.”

-The next few scenes have been censored for the audience's well-being. Sorry for the inconvenience-

“Okay!” Ontario skipped back to us. My mouth hung open at her. I was seriously thinking she was bipolar. “Why don't we go somewhere else?” She asked us. The others had gathered around me, and some clutched onto my legs. They slowly nodded, and off we were.

Remind me to never make Ontario's full wrath come out.