Summary- Italy found out he has a daughter and she will be his capital. The only problem is that she looks exactly like her father. She will have to deal with being mistaken as her father for a while until everyone can tell them apart. Overprotective Italy, and an unexpected romance with an unexpected nation.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia! But I wish I owned Chibitalia.

Chapter 1- New dad and Accidents in the Bathroom

Isabella POV

My mother had a relationship with a guy when she was really young. I was the result of that romance. My mom never tells me anything about my father except that he is a very important person and I look exactly like him. Now it is 19 years later. My name is Isabella Lombardi. I am 5'6" and have an hour glass figure that would make any girl seethe in jealousy, but I was never stuck up. I have auburn hair that was waist length and side bangs on the right side of my face along with big brown eyes. I am a 19 year old 3/4 Italian 1/4 Mexican girl. I live with my single mother in Venice, Italy.

I woke up and went to the mirror to get ready for my day. It was a Saturday and I slept in late. I looked in the mirror and resisted the urge to scream. There was a curl sticking out of the left side of my head. My hair has always been ruler straight and I could never curl it no matter what I did, so this was a pretty big shock. I tugged on it and felt a flush of heat shoot through my body. Maybe I should leave it alone for now. I started walking downstairs.

"Mom? Mom!" I said starting to run.

"I'm in the kitchen!" she called back. I skidded into the kitchen.

"Mom do you know anything about THIS!?" I asked pointing at the curl. She gasped and hugged me tightly.

"Oh, my baby." she cooed.

"Mom, is something wrong?"

"Not at all, but get ready, you have to go somewhere today. You should pack a few sets of clothes he might want to keep you for a while."

"Wait, what? What are you talking about? Whose gonna keep me? Where am I going?"

"You're going to meet your father today." my mom said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Does this have anything to do with the curl?" I asked.

"Yes, it has everything to do with it. Now go get changed so you can eat some pasta."

"Yay! PASTA!" I yelled immediately spazzing out. When I spazzed out I always got a goofy look on my face where my eyes closed and I had a big grin on my face. Somehow, I always managed to see even with my eyes closed...

Pasta was my most favorite thing in the whole wide world. I raced upstairs and dressed in some green jean short shorts, a white tank top, and a red off the shoulder halter top. I wore white converse knee high boots. One with green laces and one with red laces. Even though I didn't know my father, I knew he was Italian. I took pride in my heritage so it wasn't uncommon that I dress in my flag's colors of green, white, and red. My mom is half Italian and half mexican. I was fluent in english, spanish and italian.

I ran downstairs and, as sure as the sun rises in the east, my mom had a big plate of pasta ready for me.

"Thanks mom." I said kissing her cheek and began to shovel down my pasta until there was no more. "So when do we leave?" she looked surprised.

"We? Baby, you're going by yourself. As much as I would like to go with you, I can't. Your father will explain."

"Oh, okay." I said kind of bummed out that my mom wouldn't be able to come with me.

I put my dishes in the sink and packed a suitcase with a bunch of clothes that just looked like a mass of green, white, and red along with the occasional random color. I walked downstairs and my mom was waiting for me by the door. She gave me a slip of paper.

"Here's your father's address. I love you." was all she said as she walked me out the door.

"Love you too mom." I said as I left and rolled my suitcase behind me.

Once I was on the streets I hailed a taxi. I gave the driver the address.

"Really?" he asked looking surprised.

"Um, yeah." I said bluntly.

"Okay." he said and I laid my head back against the seat.

Turns out my old man lived farther away than I thought, because I ended up falling asleep and by the time we got there and the driver was waking me up, it was 3 in the afternoon. We were in Rome, Italy's capital.

"We're here, miss."

"Oh, thanks. How much?"

"Um, it's on the house." he said not meeting my eyes.

"Really! Thank you so much sir!" I said walking out with my suitcase as he drove off.

When I looked at the house I checked the slip of paper to make sure I was at the right place. There was no way this was it. It was a ginormous mansion! But sure enough, it was the address. I walked in through the gates and approached the door. I knocked and a few seconds later the door was opening. There stood a man that looked like he could be my twin, except for the fact that he had dark brown hair, his curl was on the opposite side of his head, and he looked to be about 22. He looked surprised to see me.

"Um, you don't happen to be," I checked the slip of paper again. "Feliciano Vargas?"

"Um, no. But he's inside." he said in a heavy Italian accent. I mean, I had an accent too, but his was way thicker.

"Oh, okay. Can I come in? I kind of need to talk to him."

"Sure." he said as if though in a daze. I walked in and the inside was even more beautiful than the outside. "Oi, fratello! You have a visitor." the man yelled. "By the way, my name's Lovino, but you can call me Romano." he told me quietly.

"Okay." I said right before a voice called out.

"Who is it, brother?" then a mirror must have run around the corner because I was suddenly looking at a reflection of myself. This man was about 20, had auburn hair with a curl sticking out of the left side of his head, he was the same height as me, and had big brown eyes open wide in shock. We looked exactly the same.

"Um, you wouldn't happen to be Feliciano, would you?" I asked uncertainly. This man was WAY too young to be my father.

"Yes. Who are you, bella?"

"Well apparently I'm your daughter." I said bluntly. "My mother is Rosa Lombardi. I'm Isabella." I extended my hand expecting a hand shake but instead he pulled me to him and hugged me.

"Your Rosa's daughter? Your MY daughter!" he squealed happily.

"Um, yes." I said hugging him back. After all, I was finally meeting my dad!

"Well, I'm gonna go make some pasta." said Romano.

"Yay! PASTA!" me and dad cheered at the same time. We looked at each other and started giggling. His eyes were suddenly closed in a goofy face with a grin, just like me. We raced to the kitchen.

^/u/^

"So dad," I started off once we finished our pasta. "Would you like to explain why you look so young?"

"Well, you see... The thing is..." and then he proceeded to explain about how he was a country, and immortal, and how I could live forever too if I agreed to be his capital.

"Really?"

"Um, yeah." he said with a small smile.

"Of course I accept! I would love to!" I yelled while I glomped my dad and we both fell to the floor giggling.

"Well I'm going to go out and explore. Bye dad, bye uncle Romano!" I said walking out the door.

I went out side and walked for a little while until I saw a small café and decided to go in. I sat down and asked the waitress for a caramel frappe. I sat down in a table outside and enjoyed my cool drink. I saw a guy that looked around my age about to enter the café. He looked at me and winked, I just smirked at him and winked back. He seemed taken aback but smiled and went inside. A few minutes later he came back outside with a mocha frappe and sat down across from me.

"Hey there." he said flirtatiously. I decided to play along.

"Hey yourself." I replied in the same tone that just made him grin wider.

"Are you new? I haven't seen you around."

"Yeah I just moved in with my dad."

"Is that so. Well maybe I could show you around." he said as he reached across the table and put his hand on top of mine. I decided this game had gone on long enough.

"No thanks. I don't think my boyfriend would like that." he looked shocked as I ripped my hand away from his and got up. It was a lie, but it was still fun to look at his face. As I walked away, sipping on my drink, I made sure to sway my hips with each step because I knew he would be watching.

When I got home I started cracking up as soon as I walked in through the door.

"What's wrong Isabella?" asked uncle Romano.

"I got hit on by a player and I put him in his place. His face was priceless!" I replied as I leaned on the door gasping for air. "Where's dad?"

"He had to go out. Why don't you go get cleaned up?"

"Sure, see you later." I said as I ran upstairs and went to take a nice warm bath.

Italy POV

I really hate having to leave like this without even telling my daughter, but it was an emergency! Germany and Japan came to visit me! So we went out for a little while before going back to my home. When we got there we all went inside the kitchen. I started to make some pasta when out of nowhere I slipped on something and the pasta sauce flew out of my hands and covered us all.

"Ahh! I'm so sorry Germany and Japan! Please don't hurt me!" I screamed afraid they would get mad.

"Don't vorry about it. I'll just go get cleaned up. Are you coming Japan?"

"Ah, yes. Ret's go."

So we all went to a room that was connected to the bathroom, that was connected to my room.

"I'll be right back!" I said running to my room to grab a bunch of fluffy towels. I suddenly heard a thump and a splash in the bathroom. I walked to the door and wondered about going in, then I heard another thump and ran in. What I saw shocked me more than anything I ever saw. There, in my bathroom, was my only daughter lying naked and unconscious over Germany (who was on the floor), while Japan was in the background with a nosebleed.

I suddenly did something I have never done before. I pulled out my gun while I stared coldly at Germany, my eyes open. How dare he try to take advantage of my daughter!?

"What the hell do you think you're doing with my daughter, you bastard?"

Isabella POV

About 20 minutes after I got in the bath, I suddenly heard the voices of unknown men outside the door. Oh no! What if they try to come in!? Suddenly panicking, I got up as fast as I could and reached for my towel. Unfortunately, I got up too fast because I slipped and fell down, there was steam everywhere! I hit my head really hard. The only thing above the water was the top half of my head as I tried my hardest not to pass out. Suddenly I was being pulled out of the water by a startled gasp of, "Italy!" I was suddenly looking into the most gorgeous blue eyes I had ever seen. At that moment I didn't care that I was completely naked or that there was a Japanese man behind him having a major nosebleed.

"I'm not Italy." was all I mumbled before passing out on top of this beautiful man.

Germany POV

After Italy left to his room I waited outside of the door to the bathroom. Suddenly there was a big thump from inside and a splash. Don't tell me Italy fell in the bath! I raced inside and sure enough there was the top of an auburn head with a curl sticking out of the left side of it.

"Italy!" I gasped. I pulled him out and met with an unexpected surprise. Instead of Italy, I pulled out a girl that looked exactly like him. And she was completely naked! Now I won't lie, but she had an amazing body. She was breathing really hard which only made her chest rise and fall faster.

"I'm not Italy." was all she mumbled before she passed out on top of me. I was still so surprised that I fell to the floor with her on top of me. Suddenly the real Italy came running through the door. I knew he was serious because his eyes snapped open.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with my daughter, you bastard?" he said as he pulled out his gun and pointed it at me.

"Daddy?" this girl started mumbling. Italy grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her. He carried her bridal-style to his room and laid her on his bed. He covered her up with the covers as she began to stir.

"Hmmm, my head." she groaned rubbing the backside of her head.

"Japan can you get us some ice please?" asked Italy, for once serious.

"Okay." Japan ran out of the room shutting the door behind him.

"Now Isabella, what happened?"

"Well I heard unfamiliar voices so I got up to cover myself with a towel but ended up falling down and hitting my head. I tried not to pass out, then I was pulled out of the water by-" she stopped short as she finally looked at me. She blushed a deep scarlet. "H-h-he pulled me out." she stuttered.

Italy looked at me. He got that goofy face again. "Oh thank you Germany! I'm sorry I pointed my gun at you! Please don't be mad!" he said back to his normal self.

"Um, I'm just gonna go change." Isabella said awkwardly as she got up, still wrapped in a towel, and left us alone. I looked awkwardly at Italy. Then something hit to me that I hadn't thought of before.

"Vait! YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER!" when did this happen? I always assumed Italy was a bit... You know... Because of the way he acted.

"Um, yeah." Italy said in a small voice back to his normal self. He then proceeded to explain his romance with Rosa to me.

"I have the ice." Japan announced, coming through the door.

"Okay. Can you please take it to Isabella? She's two doors down, to your left."

"Okay." Japan replied stoically as he left.

I was left to wonder how Italy's daughter will affect us all.

Remember to review! :) You know you want to!