(Full Name) was an Austrian-Italian country, just like her big brothers. Only she, too hyper for Mister Austria, was given hesitantly to Prussia as a Chibi, just as South Italy was given to Spain. There she was treated very well and grew up to be a happy country. She was (c/n), all grown up now and independent. Eventually she had to fight France, Spain, and Prussia himself for her own freedom, but had England's alliance because he 'just wanted to kick France's ass.' After two years she became her own nation. Her and her brothers, and 'father,' still keep in touch, and still visit each other once an a while. Only Prussia forgets that she was once his kid sometimes and really freaks her out through her window...
She was rummaging through her large house in (c/n), unpacking some groceries, when the phone rang.
She trots over to it and answer, (h/c) curl bouncing with her movement. She surprised that people were awake at 12:00 on Saturday.
"Caio? You got ____, here..."
"______! Sorellina! I can't believe it's you- it's been so long! Ho ware you doing, is the weather ok in (c/n)?..."
'Feliciano?! North Italy?!' she thought to herself as he rambled on. She was surprised that HE was awake at 12 on a Saturday.
"Ehm, I'm fine, thanks. How are you?"
"I'm good! Very good! Veeee..." he spaced out, making her arch an eyebrow. She calls his name and heard a clapping noise on the other line.
"Oh, yeah! I'm-a calling you to ask if you want-a to have-a a sleep over with fratello and I? Like how we were little!" Feli beams in Italian. She blinked, swearing that Italy was blessed with the gift of language or something. Her brain switched from Austrian-German to English and then Italian.
"O-Ok, why not? When?"
"Ooookey, bella! I'll be right over to pick you up!"
'Oh, mio dio...'
Eventually Italy arrived in his sport car with Romano in the back seat, pouting. Italy literally picked her up and drove off, very quickly, not that it bothered any of them. Some how, they ended up from (c/n) all the way to Germany in less than an hour, and without being stopped by any authorities. Feli hops out of the car quickly and opened the door to the back seat. He grabbed both of their hands, almost dragging them inside and the grin never seemed to leave his face.
"Doistu! Doistu! Germany~" he called throughout the spacious mansion, much to make her eyes widen.
______ has met Germany and all of the Axis, as a matter of fact fought with them during the Great Depression due to being an Italian country. She would not abandon her brother, much to uncle France's and England's displeasure. But after a while, France remembered that he helped raised her...and England realized that she helped him defeat France again, just like how Prussia and Austria fought for a while before she was born.
"Italia! Vas ist loss?" a gruff voice erupted through the entire place. ______ smiled and called, "Hi, Germany!"
"Who zhe hell-" a certain German ran out from the upstair banister and looked down. His eyes widen, "_-_____, vhat are you doing here?" a deep blush creeps upon his face. He was dressed in nothing but boxers and an undershirt, with frilly pink slippers and his hair was down. She lets out a giggle and was about to speak, but was cut off by her oldest brother. He quickly grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her to his chest, and turned so that ______ was out of the German's view and her face dug into his chest.
"You stay away from-a my sister, you potato-lover!" Romano glared daggers at him. He used his free hand to play in her hair trying to shush her protest whimpers, but then she hissed sharply.
"Uhm...I zhink you touched zomezing-"
"Ve, ve, ve~" Feliciano dazed away in another world.
"-Like you would know! She's-a MY sister, bastardo-"
"Romaaa..." the said girl whines muffled, placing her hands on her tall brother's chest and trying to push away. She began to shake and the Italian finally looks down at her, surprised that he wasn't just touching her hair, but her soft curl that matched his. He knows how it felt, so he immediately let go, quivering just thinking of the feeling.
"Ve!" she squeaked, picking up the old habit from Feliciano, as she fell into her other brother from the building up force. "Ve?" he squealed as they both landed on the floor piled on each other.
"Pft." Romano folds his arms, blushing bright red, and walked upstairs past the German into no room in particular. He shuts the door.
Germany shrugs and walks down the stairs, helping the two up. "Hey, Lugwig!" She smiles brightly as he took her hand. "Hallo, ______, are you ok?" he asks in German, testing to see if she remembered any. She thought for a while and answered back, "Ja." Not really sure what he said. He smiled convinced and helped up the still dazed Feliciano.
8:00 was dinner, and _______ finally managed to get Romano out of Gilbert's room. Gilbert came over and was surprised to see her as a young adult now, as usual.
Of course he got a little flirty.
By a little I mean a lot.
Romano smacked him over the head with a pasta noodle and _______ stomped his foot while he was distracted. The two siblings snickered at each other; this is how they used to prank Austria. Ludwig and Feli cooked pasta and mashed potatoes with sliced tomatoes with basil and cheese on the side- and it was delicious.
The three Italians were all ready to go to sleep after they ate, while the Germans were as well after a few cups of fizzy beer. They all trudged themselves up stairs, each to their own rooms, and the Italians to the guest bedroom.
When they entered there was only one bed.
"Feli, there's only one bed..." _______ yawned, rubbing her tired eyes. Her brother grinned behind a long yawn and stretched. He hooked an arm gently around her shoulder's as his arms came down, and pinched her cheeks softly with his free hand.
"________, you're so cute. I did-a say we'd have a sleep over like when we were little~" and in three giant footsteps he bellyflops onto the bed, causing it to squeak. He childishly crawls upward and to the side, leaving space for two more bodies his side.
"Hmph. Bastardo." Romano grumbled under his breath and crawled in beside him, flopping onto his pillow. ______ stood there awkwardly, debating what she should do.
"Idiota, just get in here." Romano grumbled, rolling over on his belly to get comfortable. The girl grinned and fought an urge to yell, "Pasta!" as she pounced onto the empty spot next to her brother. She smiled to herself and hugged him, grinning into his shoulder. And for once- without her knowing- Romano genuinely smiled and hugged back with the arm that was on her side. 'It was nice to be like this again...it feels like we're just kids again. It was so much fun back then...' he thought.
~IN THE MORNING~
The 17-year-old stretched and yawns, trying to sit up. But she was yanked back with the sudden building pressure on the side of her head and below her stomach. "Wha..." she looked back up to see her brothers. They all were in an odd position- Roma's some how got to the head of the bed, leaning against the bars and had his leg sprawled over Feli's face. Feli, not that he minded with his butt high up in the air, was snuggled into her back. She was turned all the was around, no longer facing her brothers.
She also noticed that their heads were dangerously close.
"That feeling in my tummy...was it..." she slowly looked back to her brothers with wide eyes, and saw that their curls were connected; cinnamon on chocolate on (descriptive! h/c). She began to whimper and remembered that this had happened before back at Austria's. It took all morning to get them disconnected, and she remembered Feli started crying and groaning.
"Pr-Prussia!" she screamed out of instinct. She hasn't done that since she was a Chibi, and only when Turkey constantly kept trying to kidnap her.
Of course, the Prussian heard, and still loves his 'daughter' very much. If only she didn't have that body! Then he could accurately say, "kleiner frau" once again.
"I'm coming!" he exclaimed grabbing the handgun off his dresser then rushing through the hallways in his underwear. He kicked the door down and rushed inside, aiming his gun around the room accusingly. Nobody screws with his little girl and gets away with it.
"Vas did zhey do to- oh..." he looks at the goofy trio in their state: sitting on one bed in a row with their legs folded, all looking flustered.He clamps a hand over his mouth in order to trap a snicker and his ears turn red with effort.
"Can you please-"
"Nein, nein, nein, this is a camera moment! KESESESE!" he laughs loudly, throwing his head back. He sprints rather quickly back to his room, the noise of clutter hitting the floor rumbling between the walls.
"And you just-a had to get him, huh, sorellina." Romano crossed his arms and yanked his head away, causing them all to moan and groan at the feeling.
"Why does this feel so weird all the time?!" she asked to nobody in particular as she fell on top of her oldest brother. He blushes bright red and tries to push her off gently, "Idiota. I blame our bastardo grandfather and his stupid genes, now get off..." Feli landed on top of them, hair still connected, and cried out as they all tried to get up. Then Gilbert returned with the camera.
"Ah HA!" he takes several pictures, getting more pictures of ______ just to embarrass her. He was definitely showing this to Alfred and Mattias- wait, no, they both tried to ask her out...oh well! They're still his best bros!
"KESESESESE! OK, now GIVE ME FIERCE!" Prussia
"I'LL GIVE YOU A FOOT UP YOUR ASS IF YOU DON'T-"
"Nice! Now, give me shy!" he smirked sarcastically, climbing onto the bed as all three try to hide their faces, trying to get away from the camera. Adorable. "Keseses, zhat's vat I asked for, no?" he pinned all three down by sitting on top of Feli, which affects all of them with his muscle-packed weight. The smaller Italians couldn't handle the weight, let alone being in a dog pile with no options. Feliciano held out his hands in protest.
"KESESESESE! Vait until Alfred gets a load of these! Huh, ______?"
"A-Alfred? What does he have to do with this?!"
"Maybe I should send him a picture of your ass? I think I'll forward it to Mattias, too."
"Argh, America AND Denmark?! Y-You're the worst! Don't!"
Romano and Feliciano felt something well up inside of them. They didn't know what he took a picture of, but they don't want any bastard taking away their sister from them...or to have a picture of her butt. Which was more exposed due to her pajamas. Especially not those American and Danish idiots.
"GERMANY!" all three Italians scream in almost mercy.
"Vas-" Ludwig barged into the room, getting red in the face immediately. "GILBERT!" he yanked him off the bed by the ear and a string of German swear words drizzle out of the Prussian's mouth. Both began to fight in the language, _______ still remembering some.
In about thirty minutes, Germany got some since into Prussia and called Spain over.
'Just like when we were little...' (c/n) thought to herself. They all sat in a close circle, Italians sitting in their former care-taker's lap. Fortunately, the impatient and strict Austria was unavailable, and Italy only trusted Germany as much. They all blush wildly.
"Do we really have-a to do it this way?" Romano folded his arms.
"Well, can you all see your own curls?" Antonio laughed.
"No..." they chorused.
"Then nope~" he began to un tangle chocolate from (h/c). Both countries whimpered at the contact and burried their faces into the chests of whoever they were clutching to.
"Ok Frau, on three...vone...skip a few- three!" the laughed darkly as his daughter weakly threw punches into his stomach while swearing in Italian into his undershirt. "I know..." he felt a little bad, because Alfred got his cowlick caught in a door once. He was in so much...well not pain, but discomfort. And he got a boner a little after and it lasted for a few hours. Then he loudly gasped.
"VAIT! Is zhis jour e-zone?!" he gave a firmer tug to hers.
"Gilbert, don't even think about it." Ludwig broke a sweat, trying to untangle a groaning Feliciano while he clung to his stomach.
"Argh, well if we can't have any fun and zhey obviously won't just come undone, how about we just cut them off?"
"NO!" the three Italians screamed at once.
"Kesesesese..." The Prussian chuckled and kept working, letting his 'daughter' or 'baby sister' or whatever you'd call her, press her face into his chest and cry at the unfamiliar sensation. "Bruder, make it stop..." he heard her whine in German to his surprise. He smiled and kissed her forehead, using one hand to ruffle her bangs. She wraps her arms around him and began to whimper, so he started to rock her back and forth.
"Just like when you were very small..." he said in German, smiling softly at her.