baby mine

chapter 23

chapter twenty three

    Italia Left the building that night with America and Britian, who were going back to one of the houses Alfred used when he stayed in New York CIty. It was a nice house, built in a early 1900's fashion, but seemed out of place in the bright city. Italia liked it though, it felt more like home to her. The inside of the house was very spacious, and surprisingly clean.

            'Probally because Mr.Britian's here. He seems like the OCD type, if you ask me.' Italia thought, looking around at the furntuire, and everything else. 'Seems comfortable enough though. Certainly not as rich-looking as the hotel Me and Ludwig were staying in. I wonder what he's doing now? Porbally-------------'

        "Well, are you hungery?"America's poilte voice shocked Italia out of her thoughts. She didn't know America could be so poilite....

        "Umm, yeah, kinda. What do you have to eat?"She aksed slowly, trying to get use to this side of America. Alfred shrugged, and montioned for her to follow him. SHe did.

        "Well, I don't have much in this house. I don't come here often enough to be stocked up on food."He said, looking through the cuppboards. England placed a hand on her shoulder, making him look at him with an eyebrow raised as he smiled slightly.

        "You probally wouldn't like his food. It's always so greasy."

        "At least my food isn't bland and disgusting."America tease, causing the Brit to glare daggers at the young nation. However, that seemed to be the end of the teasing. Italia got the feeling that they wanted to keep things peaceful..Becuase she was there.

        "I don't eat much anyways. Something simple will do. I'm not all that hungery anyways."She spotted a fruit in a basket she didn't regcoinze. It was werid looking, and pointy as well."Mr.America?"

        "Hmm?"He looked at her curiously.

        "What's..What kind of food is that?"She questioned, backing away from it slightly as if it would move towards her.

        "uMM.."America followed her gaze, and then chuckled slightly as he shook his head.

        "That's a pineapple..Would You like to try a piece of it? I belive we have some pickled..Don't we Alfred?"

        "Yes, I belive we do. Do you want to try a piece?" Italia shrugged, and nodded."Ok, lemme go down to the cellar, and get one."He siad walking away. Italia looked at Britain as he went to the fridge, and looked around.

        "Would you like something to drink? Alfred's got some milk, some refridgerated water, and some soda." Itala shrugged.

        "I'm good. Thank you."Britian shrugged, and closed the door, and then turned to face her. Italia felt her face flushen a bit, and she looked away. She decided to play dumb."So, why did you want to talk to me?"Britain sighed, and walked over to her. He sat in a seat next to her.

            'She sure is quick to get to the point of things. I'm not surprised though. She is my daughter.' The islnad nation mused, and then smiled at her.

        "Well, I'm sure you've been aware that you're my daughter. I thought it was time I got to know you."Italia looked back at him, and tilted her head slightly.

        "Well, guess that's fair."Italia said, feeling akward as she looked at everything, but at the man staring at her.

        "So...What kind of things do you like to do?" Italia shrugged slightly.