Hi guys~! Its Miharu here. In this story Italy is female. human names are used sometimes. Let's Start
How was it that world meetings meant to solve problems only made them worse? Clutching his head in frustration Germany surveyed the room. His blue sapphire eyes meet the havoc that every meeting head within the room's confinement. Why did he have to be the one to solve all the problems in this room? Oh how Germany hated the chaos that always seem to start with America's idea. How will today's meeting end, he had better things to do than hold a meeting.
This room was going to be the death of him. Germany knew it, but he wasn't referring to the meeting. No. He meant that wandering eyes had seen treasure he wouldn't share. This was starting to piss him off but no one seemed to care.
America and England were fighting again. It had started out when America told everyone his idea to stop global warming with a giant super hero to protect the earth. As usual England immediately opposed the idea claiming it was to actually put to good use. France had to take it up a notch by saying he disagreed with both America and England, so the two had brought him in the fight making it ten times worse. China didn't help by trying to sell sweets to the battling trio.
As Japan immediately agreed to America's idea Switzerland banged his hand on the giant cherry wood table yelling," Tell us what you think Japan! Dammit!" Else where in the meeting room next to the sleeping Greece was Spain. He was trying to talk to the sleeping nation about tomatoes, while never noticing that he was sleeping. Behind him was Lithuania cowering a little next to Poland, who was talking about painting his house pink again, as Russia watched him intently.
"Hola Russia! Aren't you going to tell anyone your ideas?"
"Нет, мой друг. Я буду смотреть, как он Литвы портит ужасно.", Russia replied as he saw Lithuania flinch. Spain not understanding Russian left as Belarus crept behind Russia.
"Marry me. Marry me. Marry me. Marry me..."
" KYAH! Go away! Go away!" , needless to say no one has been able to scare Russia that easily before. It also made some other nations wonder how was the man who cared everyone so easily get scared by his little sister. Estonia sat in his chair reading next to the chair Latvia was supposed to occupy. The said nation was under the table talking to Sealand who had broken in the meeting again. Romano and Italy were taking a siesta on top of the table while Taiwan, Hungary, and Ukraine were talking about new dresses and other things men didn't ever want to hear. Hong Kong and South Korea were watching Italy with an emotion in their eyes that made Germany snap.
" THAT IS ENOUGH!"
When Germany yelled it made America, France, and England stop fighting. Greece, Italy, and Romano woke up. Belarus stopped scaring Russia and he ran to his seat away from her. China stopped selling his merchandise. The female countries stopped talking about clothes. Latvia and Sealand went to their seats while Poland stopped talking about painting his house. Lithuania took his seat next to Latvia and Belarus. The Asian Nations stopped watching Italy.
Germany sighed, Everything is back to normal for now.
"Okay. Everyone gets to have a turn to talk. That nation gets eight minutes to talk. While they are talking no one is allowed to interrupt them. Their idea must be rational and at least fifteen nations must agree with that idea for it to work. Now who wants to go first?", as Germany's speech went on Italy's small dainty hands rubbed her eyes before raising her hand. Germany smiled, sometimes Italy was so damned cute.
" Germany recognizes his friend Italy!"
With that the nation opened her eyes revealing bright shining amber orbs.
" Pasta~!Hey Germany can we have a lunch break now? I'm so hungry. I skipped breakfast trying to find my good uniform.", he watched as twenty nations agreed with her argument. Nodding in agreement also Germany said that break was for thirty minutes no more no less. Watching all the countries and nations exit the room Germany organized his things before leaving. As Germany exited the room he saw Italy standing there with five other nations.
" Would you like to get some burgers with me Italy?"
" Like bloody hell she would want to eat with you America! Do you want to eat some scones with me love?"
" No she would want to eat rice balls with me! Daze~!"
" Italy, eat some pirozhki with me da?"
" Hey Italy. Want to eat with me and my cats?"
Down the hallway Germany saw more nations come up to join the argument. Why did they insist on hitting on his flower?
" Get away from her! Aru!"
" She's my sorellina! Fuck off!"
" Italy would you like some churros and paella?"
" Ohononono~ She wants a real five star dinner. Not some American grease."
" Ita-chan. Would you like to eat some bentos with me?"
" Kesesese~! Italy the awesome me has come to eat lunch with you!"
Italy watched as many more nations came to ask her to lunch. She has so many new friends. Germany would be proud of her! What kind of pasta did she want to eat today? Seeing Germany standing at the door to the conference room she smiled.
" Germania! Let's go eat together! They have a sale for pasta downtown! Buy one entree get another free!", she waved him over. Her tan jacket and withe button up shirt hitching up to show her flat tanned stomach. Italy never did notice the other countries stare at her but Germany did.
" Ja. Let's go Italy."
" Wait Germany? Can the others come as well? They look like they want to eat as friends! I have so many new friends! Even Romano and Spain want to eat with us!"
Sighing Germany had to agree. Her big amber eyes filled with happiness and innocence, her chocolate brown hair falling down her back in big waves ending at the small of her back, that hair curl on the left side of her head. Italy was to cute to say no.
The other nations were pissed they didn't want to share Italy. But she thought they all were friends so they acted like it in front of her. Smiling Italy skipped to her car. It was so nice to eat with her friends. Her car was an Italian car, a brand new Fiat 500, painted like the Italian flag. She loved her car very much. Out of all the people Russia bought it for her, saying it was a gift so they can be good friends.
" Who wants to ride with me?", Italy asked. Immediately her brother went shotgun while Russia, Japan, and Germany sat in the back. Smirking like a badass Romano turned and said," Hang on to your seats. Motherfuckers." They all sat back and held on to the closest thing in their reach.
Putting the car in reverse Italy looked back and floored it, turning the wheel sharply to the left she avoided the other nations and the oncoming traffic. Changing it into drive she screeched out of the parking garage and onto the streets, expertly avoiding passing ice cream trucks, five police cars, and one American Mafia car; Italy took the highway. Romano laughed as he saw the faces of the people in the backseat, all pale white their hair even lost its color.
Turning right for Main Street, Italy slowed her car and parallel parked next to America's and Spain's Lamborghini. Smiling the whole time she waved at America and England, and straightened out her military skirt. Her boots needed to be tied again but she didn't notice. Running to the two nations she tripped and scrapped her knees on the sidewalk. Immediately America picked her up while Spain fished out band-aids from his car.
"Italy your shoes were untied. Are you okay?", he asked the girl who sat on his lap while England tied he knee high boots.
"Sì. Grazie America! Grazie Inghilterra! Germania guardare è il ristorante che ha una vendita di pasta!", while Italy beamed with happiness over pasta she didn't see Spain wrap bandages around her knees. Helping her stand up America was literally gushing with pride on how he made Italy feel better. As Italy walked up to the restaurant know as Il Bistro Italiano. Rushing in with the others a woman asked Italy," Do you how a reservation?"
Italy did reserve seats for her and her friends so she was slightly embarrassed.
" Well no, I-"
" The reservation was under Arthur Kirkland, love."
Smiling the handsome British man stepped up and told the waitress. Counting all the twelve nations she lead them back to the V.I.P section but pulled Italy to the side. " Ma'am I believe that you did not have a reservation here so you must leave the premises. Thank you and goo-"
Before anyone could move China pulled Italy back to the lavish table.
" You are the rudest waitress I have ever seen aru. You knew she was to dine with us when Arthur told you that he reserved it for us. We have only twenty minutes to eat before we have to go back to the United Nation building aru. Now please get another waiter to serve us and kindly leave now aru. Or you will regret it.", he said holding Italy closer to his chest. The poor girl felt tears fall down her cheeks only to be wiped away by France.
" Y-yes s-Sir.", and with that the slutty waitress left the room to get another server.
" Grazie mille Cina. Ma come facevi a sapere che stava per farlo?"
" Aiyahh. I could see it in her eyes aru. I'm pretty sure that the others did as well. Now don't worry what dou you want to eat 我可爱的小爱"
"PASTA~!"
And just like that the little ray of sunshine had managed to make the other countries laugh and the tense atmosphere leave. A waiter came in with three bottle of cooled Amontillado. And got their orders.
"Fettuccine Alfredo , aru"
" Ja, baked ziti"
" Lasagna for the hero!"
" Tuna pomodoro, mi amigo."
" Ohonon~ Pasta Francese"
" Florentine Ravioli da."
" I want fucking Spaghetti with clams and garlic."
" Perciatelli all' Amatriciana and tea"
" Ve~ Ziti with sausage and zucchini"
" Chicken Parmesan Daze~"
" Spaghetti and Meatballs"
" Make that two"
With all their orders another waiter poured them wine. All the bottles gone already just for one glass for everybody. Looking around the restaurant Italy had good tastes in where to eat. All that remained was to eat then leave. After a five minute wait of laughing and talking the food was back. Five waiters carried all the food. As each was served, Italy got hers first then Hong Kong, Japan, Germany, Russia, America, England, China, Spain, South Korea, France, and last of all Romano. They had to hurry and eat if they wanted to make it back in time.
The bill was $156.87 and Italy wanted to pay, but Hong Kong cut her of by handing the man two hundred dollar bills. Saying, " No woman should have to pay for her meal." Smiling, Italy hugged him not knowing the effect her boobs had on him. Blushing, Hong Kong nodded. He could already hear South Korea yell about how unfair that was and how he wanted to pay for Italy's meal.
The problem now was getting back to the World Meeting in less than five minutes. So the answer was get the Italians to drive and some Asians as well. Because they drive the fastest. Pulling out onto Main street in a hurry the four cars screeched down the asphalt quickly thanks to the official flags of the UN on each car fluttering in the wind they weren't pulled over only followed by the police. The reason that the world meeting was called was to stop the mafia activity in Manhattan.
Many would blame Italy and Romano for the activity but it was really America's lust for Italy that had caused all the activity in New York and Manhattan.
While speeding down the road none saw the albino man watching Italy's car with a deeper intent than ever imagined.
Нет, мой друг. Я буду смотреть, как он Литвы портит ужасно -No, my friend. I'll see how it spoils terribly Lithuania
Sì. Grazie America! Grazie Inghilterra! Germania guardare è il ristorante che ha una vendita di pasta - Yes Thank you, America! Thank England! Germany look at is the restaurant which has a sale of pasta
我可爱的小爱 - I love the cute little
Grazie mille Cina. Ma come facevi a sapere che stava per farlo - Thank you very much China. But how did you know I was going to do
This will be Fem!Italyx Everyone else. Hope you like it! Sorry bout the translations. They are kinda different than I had expected.
Ciao~
-Miharu