This time, I’m awake before the alarm. When it goes off, I continue to fix my hair, and afterwards hit the snooze button. I want to explore today. I sneak out of my room, take a quick glance around, and turn left down the hall. I pass pictures of Hungary with multiple people, and by herself. Most of the pictures consist of Hungary and Austria, but there are a few with her and Prussia, or even her and Japan, much to my curiosity. There is one picture of her with a little girl. Hungary and the child wear matching outfits, green knee length old dresses with white aprons on the front. They both have what looks like a shower cap on, and while Hungary’s hair is long, the little girl’s is short. The child’s eyes are brown, and there is one strand of hair flipping up, curling slightly at the end. This isn’t a girl! This is Italy! I smile, snickering. So adorable.
I continue walking, turning when the hall did. Wow, this house is huge. I better be careful, or I might get lost. Then I see someone I recognize. Speak of the devil himself.
“Italy!” I run forward, and tackle him from behind. He grunts, and because his balance was offset, we topple to the ground.
“You dirty bastard…” He grumbles, in a tone unlike Italy’s. “Eat lead, you douche bag!” He flips me over, and pins me down. This isn’t Italy. He stares me dead in the eye, and that’s when I notice it.
Italy’s eyes aren’t green. Italy’s hair is a light brown, not a dark brown. And his curl goes to the left, not the right. The man above me glares harshly at me, while my gaze is more curious and dumbfounded.
“You aren’t Italy…” I comment, and his stare, if possible, grew even more angered. This guy, whoever he is, is really pissed off.
“I’m his brother, you fucker!” He spits out.
“Oh.” I easily slip out of his grasp, and stand quickly, holding out a hand to him. “Pleased to meet you, I’m Thalassa.” He blinks a few times, and rises without my help, crossing his arms.
“You’re my student for the day? Great. Fucking great.” I look at him, shocked.
“You’re my Weapons and Fighting teacher?” I say, and giggle. “Well, it already seems I know more than you…” He glares at me, and I raise my hands in surrender. “Alright! Alright! Jeez, if looks could kill, I’d at least have some sort of cancer on me by now…” He huffs, and walks past me.
“C’mon. We better start now, because I know we’ll spend a lot of time fighting, both for training and realistically.” I follow behind him.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“South Italy, but everyone calls me Romano.” He says, still irritated.
“Hey… If you can barely handle me, how do you handle Italy?” I laugh a little. He abruptly halts, and I bump into him.
“With much struggle. Every time I see him, I would nearly bust his head in, if it wasn’t for that potato-eating bastard.”
“Germany? You don’t like Germany?” I ask.
“The very thought of him pisses me off.”
“You seem kind of harsh, but I like the way you talk. Everyone is way too proper and neat here. You’re a sight for sore eyes, to put it bluntly.” He raises an eyebrow, glancing back at me. For a minute, he looks happy, pleased, even excited.
“…Get off of my back, weirdo.” Romano retorts. He doesn’t cuss. That’s a start.
He continues to walk forward. I regain my balance, and join him. He leads me outside.
I am met with a cool wind, and leaves blow around me. The big fluffy jacket I picked out for the day keeps my torso warm, but the black skinny jeans and red rain boots that match with the jacket don’t do any justice for my legs and lower. My ears are freezing, and my breath is coming out in white puffs of smoke. That’s how I know it’s autumn. There may not be any snow, but the temperature is so frigid that you can’t help but shiver. Even if you’re unnaturally warm, like myself.
“W-where are we going?” I ask.
“Outside chambers. That’s where the weapons are kept.” He walks into the mass of forest, and I pace, trying to keep up with his steady strides. He’s the same height as Italy, which makes him the same height as me. I quietly eye his back. He’s wearing a black zip up jacket, and baggy-but-not-too-baggy jeans. The sneakers leave a hexagon pattern on mud we walk over, letting me know that he’s wearing Vans, if I remember shoes correctly. I directly eye his ass. It’s rather nice, I must say. I wonder where he gets it from-
“Stop looking at my ass. Hoe.” I chuckle.
“You’re gay, aren’t you? Callin’ me a hoe like that.” I snicker. He whips around, revealing a sharp looking dagger, pointed straight at my neck.
“Say another thing like that, and I’ll kill you.” There’s an awkward silence, and I look into his eyes. I don’t see truth. I see hesitation, and maybe a little fear, not to mention the obvious anger.
“…You wouldn’t. I can tell. You may beat on people, and call them cruel names, but… You wouldn’t do that. You may seem cold, and harsh, but you’re still Italy, in some aspects.” I comment, and easily swipe the knife from him, toying with it in my chilled fingers. “Oh, and by the way, nice Dive Knife. Very practical, but not tactical. You might want to carry something more impressive.” I smile, and hand him the knife back. “Teach me your ways, master.”
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The World I Live In (Crazy Hetalia Fanfic)
Fanfiction"What if... All of the worlds countries... Were people? And, to top it off, they followed all of their countries stereotypes?" Tally doesn't remember much after running away at the age of thirteen and travelling around the world. When she finds a my...
