Another fic with my OC ouo this time in english and is a love triangle between Italy, who changes personalities alot with his 2P, Mexico and Romano ^.^ 'cause ItaMex and RomaMex doesn't get enough love~

Now some warnings:

Implied Ruxico, UkrBel, and UsxEnglandxFrance, this last two very little here but will get more ._.

as for the next chapters:

Smut, Lemon, hentai, call it how you want to

Gore (maybe)

lots and lots of incest

but I'll tell you when it happens ^.^

well disclaimers:

I don't own hetalia, 'cause if I did, FrUk and Mexico would be freaking canon :P

but I do own María Guadalupe Hernandez Carriedo, otherwise known as Mexico

Another world meeting was taking place today, and as always, it was a total mess. America and France fighting over England, who was yelling at them for being immature, China offering candies, that no one accepted by the way, Hungary and Belgium were busy exchanging yaoi doujinshis and pictures, Turkey and Greece arguing over Japan, who was reading manga, the Baltics were hiding from Russia, who was avoiding her sister, but she was 'busy' with Ukraine, Germany was trying to shut everyone but he finished giving up, he turned and looked at the Italy brothers, who (surprisingly) were sitting in their seats, quietly and peacefully. Germany walked towards them and waved his hand in front of them.

-Are you both ok?- he raised an eyebrow

The Italians were woke from their daydreaming, Italy pouted and Romano growled and yelled at Ludwig

-What is your problem, potato bastard! I was having one of the best fanta…- he noticed what he was going to say, so he looked down, still growling

-Ve~ we were just looking at our cugina- Italy smiled stupidly

-Who is zhat?- The German asked

-Her- both Italys pointed at a woman.

She had long, raven black hair, Dark eyes, beautiful dark skin, she was wearing a long white dress, with ruffles in the top. She was smiling very slightly, almost unnoticeable, but you could sense a happy, warm and welcoming aura surrounding her.

-Since when is Mexiko related to you? And why you pair of dummkopfs are watching her like that if she IS your family? - He crossed his arms, highly doubting the connection between the Italians and the Mexican

-Because Spain is her blood father, and we are Spain's fratellos- Italy was still smiling and checking out Mexico

-And what do you care?! Idiota – Romano huffed

Germany shrugged and sat down.

~Italy's P.O.V~

I just can't stop looking at my beautiful cugina, she is amazing, too bad she wouldn't see me as more, because we are blood related, but how I wish I could just take her for me...wait, who is that?, Russia? He is walking towards Maria, she must run! He will hurt him, I fear for her, but…what is she doing? She smiled cheerfully at him and pulled him into a big hug, and he hugged back…Now they're chatting, he is ruffling her hair gently, and she is giggling…what is this feeling? Like a pain on my chest? And this urge to…just walk towards Russia and strangle him, it hurts, but I have been having a weird feeling similar to this days ago, talking about it, I take the knife I had on my pocket and start twirling it around my fingers, still looking at her, I see her sigh and stand up, Russia stands up too, wraps his arms around hare waist and…

Kisses her

I twitch as I see her kiss back for a moment, then pull back, she starts walking away as Russia waves at her. It can't be too late, I tell myself. I stand up too and stealthily follow her, I don't feel as clumsy as usual, anyways, I keep following her, to her house.

~Romano's P.O.V~

Ugh, the potato bastard is such a pain in the ass, anyways; I focus on my ragazza. Maria looks so stunning today, I'm glad I lived with her once, when we were kids, at first I thought she would be an annoying little boy when the tomato bastard talked about her, but it turned out that she was very slightly younger than me, in human years it would be about one year younger, and she was a girl, for being Spain's daughter, she didn't looked like him that much, luckily, her eyes were dark brown, her hair raven black, her skin was just slightly darker than Spain's, the thing that told everyone, she was his daughter, was that stupid, oblivious smile, that actually looked cute on her. Yup fucking adorable, but someone you wouldn't want to mess with, anyways, I stopped rambling about her when I noticed the vodka bastard approaching her, stupid ragazza, why don't you run? He is a psycho! Wait? What's with the hug? I feel my cheeks burn, why is she so nice with him? I keep watching them, after a while she sighed and stood up, finally! She got tired of the idiota! Oh no, he had to stand up to…and hold her by the waist, WHAT THE FUCK?! My cheeks become even redder, I see them kiss…then she leaves. That's it, I need to make my move, and… why is Feliciano following her? Ugh, he will just annoy her with his stupidness…