A long time ago, my great-great grandpa Felix began a story. He was born in Sicily, when it wasn't a part of Italy, and lived there for while. While going to meet a friend, he saw a beautiful young lady, with long curly hair. He introduced himself, and after a while of courting, they began to truly love each other. The woman though, had a jealous, overprotective, elder brother. When he found out that she was seeing a man he hadn't chosen, he tried to have him killed. Felix fled Sicily, which was now a part of Italy, and came to America. There, he was forced to change his last name and live quietly.
I never knew the reason why my family had never gone back to Italy, even for a visit, but I was the first to step foot into the country after all those years. So here is where I come in. Today, I finish my great-great grandpa's story, and it starts, with a seven hour layover.
Hetalia Fanfiction/ Doujinshi Based off Personification by starrEknites on DeviantArt.com
" Dad"
I sighed exhaustedly, kneeling to the ground sighing heavily. I shut my eyes, feeling the cool air touching my soaked dress.
"Who the hell is this?" My eyes immediately open, hearing an extreme Italian accent. I quickly got up and looked behind me, noticing four mafias. Italian mafias
"You're the girl that bumped into me at the ball," He says, whilst eyeing me out with a slight grin. I glanced behind me, feeling my dad pulling me closer to him. I stare back at the Italian guy who he was smirking at me.
" Dad, what's going on?"
" I didn't know you have a daughter, John."
Family secrets, dirty secrets. What will happen at a family vacation in Italy when Amara faces an Italian mafia?