Plague ~ A Hetalia Fanfiction

Chapter 1 ~ Isolde

It was another beautiful day in the country of Spain. Just like almost everyday was in Spain. The sun was brightly shining, the temperature just perfect. A light breeze blew lightly, causing leaves to whisper quietly. Antonio walked out of his house, smiling happily at the perfect weather.

"Lovi! I'm going to water the tomato plants!" He calls to the grumpy Italian.

"Whatever and don't call me that!" Lovino yells, as Antonio starts to hum the Dora the Explorer theme song and closes the front door. He takes a deep breath of the clean air and with that he heads out to his beloved tomato fields.

Antonio looks out on the vast fields of red tomatoes. A bright smile appears on hs face, as he walks over to a nice sized shed which was filled with gardening supplies. He grabbed a red watering can. He goes back out of the shed, visiting a well to fill up the watering can. He was halfway through the first field of tomatoes, whistling happily in the beautiful weather. He looked up and almost screamed in surprised. A young girl was stand a few yards away from him. She turned to look at him, blinking her large, dark eyes. They stood like that, staring at each other for quite some time.

"Hola! What are you doing here?" Antonio asks, breaking the silence but only getting a shrug in return. "What's your name?"

"Isolde." She mumbles, her voice quiet and frail.

"Are you okay? You sound sick." Antonio walks over to her, pressing a hand to her forehead. Isolde steps back, accidentally stepping and squishing some tomatoes.

"Oops." She says, little emotion actually showing in her voice. Her dark eyes could no longer be seen, hidden behind her pale brown bangs.

"Amiga, your forehead was very cold, like ice." Antonio points out. "Come, let's go to my house, I can get you some hot cocoa! And we can eat tomatoes!" He says happily. Hesitantly, Isolde nods, watching him with cautious eyes. Antonio leads the way to his house, watching Isolde carefully. She walked slowly, her skin was pale. How she ended up in his tomato fields was a mystery, but... new countries, when they appear, could be found in tomato feilds, correct? Antonio's eyes sparkled at the idea that Isolde may be a new country.

"So, where do you come from?" He asks, humming happily.

"I don't know." She replies shortly.

"Are you a country?" He continues to ask questions.

"I don't know." She repeats. Antonio looks at her, confused.

"Do you remeber anything, amiga?" He looked at her, green eyes a bit worried.

"Yes. I remember my name." She replies, looking up at Antonio.

"Ah! Here we are!" Antonio chirps happily, pointing to his house. He opens the door, holding it open for Isolde. Isolde walks into the house, looking around carefully. "Lovi! I'm back and I found someone!" Antonio calls. "Can you please grab a blanket?"

"Get your own blanket, tomato bastard!" A angry voice responds, footsteps soon following. The face behind the voice appears in the living room, his hands on his hips, looking at Isolde. "Who's the ragazza?" He asks, well, demands.

"I'm Isolde." Isolde responds for herself, getting a small grunt in response. Antonio runs into another room for a second, returning with a soft fuzzy blanket, that had a tomato design on it. He wraps it around her, her dark eyes widening. She shakes her head, trying to pull away. "It's hot!" She yelps. Antonio looks at her confused.

"But... your skin is freezing." Antonio says. Lovino walks over to the two of them.

"What the hell do you mean?" He asks, pressing a hand to her cheek. Both Isolde and Lovino pull away from each other. "What the?! You skin is freezing!"

"No it's not! Your skin is hot!" She complains, finally getting away from Antonio and the blanket. "I don't like those!" Antonio looks up at Lovino, who shrugs and starts to walk away. Antonio stands up, towering over the young girl. He scratches his head, not understand why she was acting so strange. Isolde stares at him, watching his movements carefully. "How about we eat something?" He asks, getting a nod in response. Antonio smiles, heading off into the kitchen. Isolde doesn't follow, looking around even more. After a bit of standing around, Isolde walks into the door which Antonio had gone through. She peaks her head through the door, seeing Antonio running around. He notices Isolde and waves. Isolde raises her hand, waving back at him slightly, which causes his smile to grow even more. Isolde walks into the kitchen fully, looking around. "Food is almost ready, amiga!" He says.

"Okay... thank you." Isolde mumbles. "I have a question."

"What is it?" Antonio asks.

"Why are you being so nice?" She asks him looking up at the Spaniard. He stops cooking whatever he decided to cook.

"Do you think I have some other reason for me to be nice?" He asks. Isolde opens her mouth to say something but then closes it. "It's nice to have some company other than Lovi!" Antonio says happily, grabbing out some plates. He hands the plates over to Isolde, who takes them. "If you don't mind setting the table, could you, amiga?" Isolde nods, going to set the table. While she was setting the table, Antonio talked about hs friends, people he said Isolde should meet. A smile formed on Isolde's lips, listening to Antonio talk. Something about him made her feel safe, but still... something deep inside her felt unsettled.