Hetalia x Continent!Reader x 2p!Hetalia

Chapter 4- The Welcoming

Chapter 4:

Y/N's P.O.V

Last Time:

"Come on (Y/N) lets leave these mean people, we can make pastaaaaa!" The Feli you knew, and now loved said.(A/N- its not love love, its a metaphoric love). You let the little man take you by your hand, and went on a journey to his car. You saw that Ludwig and Kiku were following you, but you didn't mind it. You just wanted food. You got into the front passenger seat, while Ludwig and Kiku sat in the back. Once Feli started the engine, you knew it was going to be a fun ride back to his place.

This time:

You had no idea that the small little italian bean would drive like a maniac. You didn't think much of it, but Ludwig and Kiku in the back could say otherwise. It took a little bit until you four drove up to a house, and if I must say(A/N-no fourth wall breaking!) it was huge!

"O-a kay let's-a go make pasta! I'll-a get the ingredients!" Feliciano said with a closed eyed smile. You thought it was cute, I mean who doesn't? Ludwig and Kiku weren't even in the kitchen, you could only guess that they were in the living room. So you decided to ask Feliciano a question,

"So, Feli....ummm why am I here?" You asked with a bit of curiousness in your voice. You actually did want to know this, but didn't want to know the answer to it.

"Well (Y/N)-a it-a seems that you did come here-a for some-a reason, but I actually don't-a know. I'm-a sorry (Y/N)." Feliciano said with sadness. He didn't want you to leave, you were like a best friend to him( even though you only knew him for a couple of hours). Feli liked you being there but he also wanted to know the answer. You wanted to know a way out of the hetalian world, but didn't want to go. You knew you still had your mother when you got back. And she'd probably beat the ever-living shit out of you, for some fucked-up reason.

"It's ok Feli, I don't really want to go back. I didn't like it there. I wasn't....... how you say welcomed there." You responded. Feli just nodded and continued making the pasta, surprisingly he made it from scratch. Your father used to make homemade pasta. It was really good, but most of all it was when your mother didn't drink her problems away.

*Flashback*

"Girls! The pasta is almost ready!" You heard your father call you and your mother. You loved his homemade pasta, and it was really good. He used to make it every day, but since it took so long, he made it every Friday.

"Coming!" You yelled from your room. You remember you had the extra room downstairs for the longest time, but then you had to take the room upstairs. You didn't question your parents.

"Mmmm, tastes good as always honey." You heard your mother say while eating the pasta, she was really beautiful and nice then. She didn't smoke, had one glass of wine for dinner, and that was it. Your father though, he never drank or smoked. 

*End of Flashback*

He was the only role-model in your life. Your father though was special, in a whole lot of different ways. He knew how to conjure magic. When you were younger, he showed you multiple spells, not enough to hurt or scare you though. As you were looking at some really antique looking pictures, you heard:

"(Bella/Bello)~? Are you-a in there? The pasta is-a ready!" You were snapped out of your thought as you heard the little italian calling your attention.

"Yeah? Oh, okay, I'm coming." You then took slow strides into the living room where the three men sat at a well-sized table. (A/N- You sat next to Ludwig on one side, while Feliciano and Kiku sat on the other.) You looked at your plate, which was filled with fresh pasta. Your mouth literally watered, and Feli could see it. Which made him smile, knowing that his food looked good in your eyes.

"So, ummm. Vhat did you say your name vas?" Ludwig asked while staring at his plate full-on, not wanting the conversation to become awkward (A/N- which it did). You sat there for a few seconds, and planned out how you were going to answer his question, so you said:

"Oh, my apologies. I am (Y/N) the *quiet voice* now representative of Europe. So Feli how did you know how to make pasta?" You quickly changed the sore subject, then realised you messed up the plan you had, well of making new friends that is.

"Oh well that is-a easy! I am Italy and-a my country is well known-a as for the pasta! And aren't you-a now like-a our boss? I-a don't know-a how this-a works." Feli answered nonchalantly and quite fast.

"Um, I don't know. Maybe someone will come in and explain. Just thinking about it makes my head spin." You answered while adding your hand to your head, for added effects. You four just sat and ate in silence, it was weird at first but you got used to it. As you were eating, you thought 'Okay, so I am now in a weird-ass world, I didn't bring any clothes or anything with me. So where am I going to sleep, eat or do anything?' And right on cue Kiku said:

"Werr, since you don't have anywhere you can go for right now. You can stay here. We don't mind at arr. We have rots and rots of space." You heard Kiku say in a small voice, with a heavy japanese accent. You thought it was kinda cute (A/N- not in that way. Its a friendly "cute").

"Ja, ve don't mind. Lots of zhe axis countries left vhen zhe vars vere over. After eating ve can go show jou your room." Ludwig answered.

"YAY! The (bella/bello) gets to-a stay!" The bubbly male in front of you said, as if he thought you weren't going to. After you all finished eating, you were following Feli. He knew where to go, as if he has done this before. (A/N- curiouser and curiouser) He stopped in front of a door with the (fav. colour) on it.

"You-a can change how-a your room and-a door looks like if-a you stay. Come on-a in." He lead (A/N- pushed) you into the large room. He and the others said their goodbyes and closed the door behind them. As you knew they were gone, you sighed a breath of relief. You could finally let a tear fall, you were trying your best to not cry in front of your new friends.

You looked around your new room, wanting better knowledge of where everything is. You looked for some time, until you felt the need to go to sleep. You walked over to the bed, and sat down. You felt the (hard/soft) mattress below you. (A/N- I don't know how you like your mattress, I prefer my bed hard, just so you know) You laid down just looking at the ceiling, wondering how you would be able to get home, and if you would want to. Before you knew it, you fell asleep.