Alstroemeria

Chapter 7

Im back! Sorry for it being short! I'll give y'all a double update to make up for the time i was gone.

-Marzia

         Walking into class you were met by a few familiar faces; Italy, France, and America were among them. There was also Turkey, South Italy, (two countries you had never met) and China (you met him once briefly during a trade deal).

   "Ciao, bella~! It's-a nice to-a see you again!" Italy immediately stood up and dragged you to his bench. There were four cooking stations. At the front left America and China stood, at the front right you, N. Italy and S. Italy stood. At the back left France stood alone. At the right back stood Turkey.

    "Hey, dudette! Would totally be your partner but me and Yao over here are gonna cook some great food." America grinned at you and put his arm around the shorter male's shoulders.

   "Hello, America." You replied. You nodded at China, "Hello, China." Italy whined beside you as he hugged your arm, S. Italy scoffed at his 'stupido fratello'.

[Italian: Stupid Brother]

    "Aiyah! Off of me you westerner! Hello, Belvisida, aru." The chinese man shrugged Alfred's arm off of him.

   "Ohonhonhon~ Anglais! Come cook with moi. You'll need my help desperately, with your skill!" The frenchman in the room waved over England.

[French: Englishman, me]

   "Bloody, git. Fine ill cook with you, but only so I can prove you wrong." The englishman reluctantly walked over to France. France 'ohonhon~ed'.

   "Bellaaaa! Pay attention to-a me!" Feliciano was squeezing your arm tightly.

   "I apologize, Ita- Feliciano." You looked at him and gave a small smile.

   "Get the hell off of-a the povera ragazza[1]" Italy's brother pryed him off of you.

[Italian: Poor Girl]

"But fratellooo!" Italy whined as the teacher walked in. She was a short and chubby, cheerful woman.

   "Students, sit down!" She looked at you and the Italy brothers huddled at one station. "Oh! Nice to see you, Italy, and your brother again this year! Ah, sweetie," She directed towards you, "only two per station, please join Turkey over there!"

        You nodded, her cheerful attitude was a nice break from Mrs. Karen. You walked to the station behind you, ignoring N. Italy's whining.

   "Hello."

   "Merhaba6! Nice to meet ya'." The turkish man pulled out a bottle of sorts and took a swig[2], "Lets cook!"

[Turkish: Hello]

Other

1. I always thought Lovino would be nice to pretty girls, rather than rude (unless flusted, but he means no harm.) Its confirmed he helps girls get away from 'creeps', i just figured now would be no different.

2. According to the Hetalia Archives carries a bottle of Apple Juice around. So, yeah. He's also a gourmet!

Translations

   Italian

Stupid Brother

Poor Girl

   French

Englishman

Me

   Turkish

Hello