Uncle Italia e Uncle Spagna [1/?]
anonymous
May 12 2009, 05:57:20 UTC
Well, I received no response to the age so I went with what I felt like :P America and Canada are still colonies, but are out of their nightgown-wearing stage. Italy Veneziano is a young teen (13-ish), while Italy Romano is about 15/16.
England was late. He had told America and Canada that he would be back on this day by mid-morning, and to make sure that they were in the house, and that their furry friends (with the exception of Kumajirou) were outside where they belonged. Fearing the wrath of their older brother, the two boys had complied, reluctantly sending various rabbits, raccoons, and birds out of the house, and cleaned up, so now they were sitting in a completely quiet, calm, and clean house.
“He’s late,” America said for what must have been the hundredth time.
“I know. I’m sure it’s nothing serious,” Canada told him for what must have been the hundredth and one time.
“I’m so bored though, Canada. And there’s nothing to do in the house and we’re not allowed to leave until we make sure he’s settled in,” America whined, lying down on the floor in what he felt was the perfect picture of boredom.
“I know, America. Just, suck it up, please?” Canada let out a sigh, absent mindedly patting Kumajirou on the head.
The boys sat (well, one sat, the other was still sprawled out on the floor) in silence for a few moments when suddenly America set up. “Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“Shh, listen.” Sure enough, when Canada closed his eyes to help focus his hearing, he heard the unmistakable sounds of shouting coming from outside the house. Opening his eyes, Canada looked at his brother in confusion, and both quickly ran to the window, surprised at what they saw.
“What’s Spain doing here?” America asked Canada, confusion evident in his voice. “And who are those two people with him?” He paused, a horrible realization coming to mind. “You don’t think he managed to defeat England and now we’re his colonies do you?”
Canada shook his head but said nothing, not sure how he could convince his brother that everything was fine when he, himself, wasn’t sure. It was then that he noticed a blond-haired figure following behind Spain and the other two Nations (the one with darker hair being the one who was shouting) and smiled. “Look, America, there’s France. He’ll explain what’s going on.” America nodded, and the two boys were about to take a step back from the window when the smallest of the four Nations outside made eye contact with the brothers, grinned the largest grin either of the two boys had seen, and waved energetically. Surprised, America and Canada weakly waved back before moving from the window and to the door.
“Bonjour mes fils,” France said enthusiastically in greeting a few moments later.
“Tes fils? Your sons?” Canada asked, translating his question into English for the benefit of America, who’s French was a bit lacking.
“Oui. You consider England to be your father, yes? And I have helped to raise both of you, so I would be considered your father as well, right?” The smile on his face told the two colonies that he expected them to say yes, but in all honesty, they weren’t sure what to say.
“Well,” Canada started, but America quickly interrupted. “We thought you were more like brothers, but I guess you both can also be considered father figures? England won’t like you being included, though.”
“Well, England isn’t here right now, is he?” France asked, a mischievous glint in his (and Spain’s) eye.
Uncle Italia e Uncle Spagna [2/?]
anonymous
May 12 2009, 05:58:59 UTC
“Um, où est angleterre?” Canada asked timidly, worried for his older brother-now technically father. America seemed to get the gist of the question, and both colonies looked at France in anticipation.
“Oh, don’t worry, he is perfectly safe. It seems his ships ran into a bit of trouble and he’s a little, ah, tied up?” Somehow, Canada and America got the impression that France’s statement was to be taken more literally than metaphorically. “But, don’t fret, he will be here later. I just felt it was time for you to meet votre oncles. They’ve been dying--well, two of them have, anyway-to meet you two and, have some bonding time together before England whisks you two even further away from moi.” France continued, before standing to the side and gesturing to the man and two teenagers next to him. “Meet your Uncle Spain,” He pointed to the green-eyed nation that America and Canada vaguely recalled meeting once long ago. “Your Uncle Veneziano.” Next was the youngest of the three and the one who had waved so energetically before. “And your Uncle Romano.” This was the one who had been shouting and was still giving protests at being there. Nodding to himself that his work was done, France took a step towards the door. “Now, please excuse me. I’m going to go see if England needs any, ah, help with his predicament,” He said with a grin before leaving the house.
The two shocked colonies looked at their new uncles, and their new uncles looked back. No one was saying anything, and the tension in the room was slowly but surely rising. Finally, it was Veneziano who broke the silence. “Ve~ Does anyone want some pasta?” America and Canada nodded, not entirely sure what it was he was talking about, but considering that Romano had shouted “Finally, food, I’m starving!” they figured it was a safe bet that it was indeed food and, considering England wasn’t there, it would most likely be edible.
“Wonderful! Where’s the kitchen?” Spain asked, and the colonies led the way to the kitchen, wondering if their uncles had come with any plans as to what they wanted to do.
That's all for now. More to come once I beat writer's block over the head :)
Re: Uncle Italia e Uncle Spagna [3/?]
anonymous
May 13 2009, 00:43:55 UTC
Once the group reached the kitchen, Spain took Veneziano’s pasta making supplies and told the young Nations to sit at the table and get to know each other. America and Canada sat on one side of the table, Veneziano and Romano sat on the other side, and the four just stared at each other. Spain would turn around occasionally from the sauce he was making, say “So cute,” and then turn back, but not one word was said at the table for a few minutes. Finally, America broke the silence. “So, um, do you normally carry around food?”
Italy Veneziano grinned at America and nodded. “Ve~ Of course! Who knows when you’ll be stuck somewhere without pasta? It would be horrible! Isn’t it horrible when you’re out of pasta, brother?” He turned to Romano who ignored him. The colonies gave each other a look and a silent agreement that Veneziano was probably a little crazy was passed between them.
“So, are you two twins?” Romano asked suddenly, causing Spain to turn around and shoot him a smile for trying.
Again, the colonies looked at each other before shrugging. “I don’t know,” America said. “We have the same face but we don’t know.” He looked ready to say more, but Canada decided to speak up. “Are you three really related to France? You don’t look alike…at all.” This caused the two Italies to look at each other, that fact not having dawned on them before.
It was Spain who answered with a laugh as he placed a plate of pasta in front of each of the young Nations. “He is our brother. We just like to think he’s special.” He took a seat in between the two pairs of brothers and smiled, enjoying how Veneziano and Romano had started right in at the pasta. The smile faded, however, when he noticed that America and Canada were picking at their plate. “Is something wrong?”
America picked up a noodle, giving it an odd look. “What is it? They look like worms.” Canada looked like he was trying to suppress a laugh as he hit America in the arm. “America, just try it. It can’t be worse than escargot…or England’s cooking,” He muttered, both of them shuddering at the cooking attempts of their ‘fathers.’ “Seriously, they both need to learn how to cook normal foods,” America said in response before shoving a bite of pasta in his mouth at the same time as Canada.
Spain smiled at their brotherly banter, giving another “So cute,” as he watched them eat their first bite of pasta. “It’s called pasta, America. The noodles are made from dough that consists of flour, water, and eggs, and is boiled until it’s soft. It’s typically served with a type of sauce, and since he’s in such a bad mood, I made Romano’s favorite sauce so hopefully he’ll start acting cute again.” A muffled sound that sounded oddly like, “Shut up bastard,” came from the older Italian who currently had a mouthful of pasta. “Romano, don’t talk with your mouth full. That’s so not cute, and watch your language around the kids,” Spain chided, but was met with a sound of dismissal. “So not cute,” He muttered into his own pasta.
Uncle Italia e Uncle Spagna [4/?]
anonymous
May 13 2009, 00:45:11 UTC
“What do you think about it, Canada,” America asked quietly, gesturing towards the food in front of them.
“It’s, uh, not bad,” Canada said after another bite. “It’s nothing like what France and England make though.” America nodded in agreement as he took another bite.
The five Nations ate in a slightly comfortable silence, and America and Canada were the first to finish, though there was still pasta left on their plate. “Thank you for making supper, Uncle Spain,” they said in unison, smiling at the green eyed nation.
“It was no problem! Did you-“ Spain was cut off when Veneziano exclaimed “Ve~ Are you two done?” The startled colonies nodded, and the younger Italy continued, “You still have pasta left! Aren’t you going to finish it?”
Had it been England, or even France, America and Canada would have said no. But the look Veneziano was shooting them, one that looked almost hurt, made them feel guilty and they quickly pulled the plates back. “O-of course,” America said, putting another bite of the quickly cooling pasta in his mouth. “We were just taking a break so that, uh, so that…” He trailed off, for once unable to come up with a decent excuse.
“So that we could truly appreciate the flavor!” Canada chimed in quickly, also putting another bite of pasta in his mouth. That seemed to placate the two Italians, and when all the pasta was gone, the colonies offered to take the plates. Not waiting for a response, America and Canada quickly grabbed the plates off the table and left their uncles alone.
“I’m so full, Canada,” America whined quietly when they were just out of earshot. “I really hope they don’t cook again, I don’t know if I can eat another bite.” Canada nodded in agreement, and when they returned to the table after cleaning off the dishes, the three older Nations stood, Spain and Veneziano grinning brightly.
“Let’s go for a walk~” Veneziano said, grabbing the colonies’ hands and pulling them out the door before they could protest.
Out of curiosity, does it bother anyone that I refer to the Italies as Veneziano and Romano? Would you prefer Italy and Romano, or my switching to human names? I can if it does bother anyone :)
Uncle Italia e Uncle Spagna [5/?]
anonymous
May 17 2009, 18:54:13 UTC
Somehow, Veneziano and Spain had managed it so the whole group was holding hands. Canada was on one end, one hand holding Kumajirou, the other held by Veneziano. On Veneziano’s other side was America, who also held hands with Spain, and Romano was at the end of the line. The latter had vehemently argued against handholding, but had reluctantly given in when he found himself being left behind in the foreign woods.
“Isn’t it lovely outside?” Spain asked a few minutes into their walk, not noticing that one of the Italian brothers was looking positively murderous, and the two North American brothers still didn’t feel at ease with their sudden familial expansion.
“It is quite lovely,” Canada agreed finally, ignoring the snort from America. “Do you have woods like that at your house?” Spain laughed gently and seemed about ready to answer the boy’s question, but a surprised shout from Veneziano grabbed their attention.
“Ve~ that thing just jumped out at me!” Veneziano cried, letting go of Canada’s hand to point at a surprised woodland creature.
“It’s ok, uh, Uncle Veneziano. It won’t hurt you, in fact, you probably scare it more than it scares you,” America told the crying Italian, awkwardly petting the young teen’s hand in what he hoped was a comforting manner.
“Really? Ve~ Oh no! I don’t want to scare it! I’m sorry~!” The Italian wailed even louder, trying to apologize to the frightened animal that Canada was now petting and trying to soothe. The wailing was put to an end quickly, however, when Romano hit Veneziano upside the head. “Shut up! Your yelling is going to scare it even more!” He yelled, not caring about the volume of his own voice.
By this time, America and Spain had wondered over to Canada and the animal, and the subdued Italians, noticing that they were alone, soon joined them. “It’s cute,” Spain said, reaching out a hand to pet it. The furry creature looked up at Canada, looking almost concerned, but when the boy smiled, the animal let itself be pet by the Nation. “What is it?”
“Woodchuck,” The boys said in unison, reaching out to pet the woodchuck, too. A loud noise sounded in the woods just then, causing the woodchuck to finally run off. Veneziano waved good-bye at it before grabbing a hand of each boy again.
“Ve~ Let’s continue our walk! Big Brother France said there was a really pretty lake nearby~” Once again being dragged along, the colonies couldn’t help but cast almost wistful looks in the direction the woodchuck had run, silently wondering if all Nations were odd, or if it was just their family.
Just a heads up, I've run into a bit of a block in this story, so I'm not sure how soon another update will happen. Hopefully there will be one within the week, but I'm making no promises. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Groundhog <--Woodchuck aka Groundhog (they have death wishes. I can't tell you how many of them run in front of cars ^^; )
Uncle Italia e Uncle Spagna [6/?]
anonymous
May 24 2009, 06:22:46 UTC
“So, how does France know about this lake?” America asked a few minutes later, no longer able to stand the silence.
Veneziano got a thoughtful look on his face before shrugging. “No idea,” he said brightly.
“Knowing that pervert, he probably brought a few of his ‘victims’ here to show them the ‘lovely scenery’ or something equally idiotic,” Romano muttered, Spain nodding gravely.
“Aye, that does sound like France, doesn’t it?” The young colonies nodded, agreeing that it did sound like their second ‘father.’
The group lapsed into a comfortable silence again, broken only by Romano’s occasional curses when he stumbled. Veneziano now led the way, the colonies followed just behind him, and Spain and Romano brought up the rear a few paces behind, the older Nation steadying the younger one when he tripped. Quite some time had passed when Canada received a poke from America, and he gave his brother an inquiring look before following the other’s gaze to an oddly familiar rock formation. “Hey, isn’t that where we met the woodchuck?” Canada asked quietly.
His brother nodded. “This is our sixth time passing it.” Their groans were drowned out, however, by an enraged shout from Romano who had apparently overheard the boys.
“What?! What do you mean we’ve passed it six times?!” He yelled, throwing the arms of a concerned Spain off his shoulders. “Veneziano, you idiot! You have no idea where you’re going, do you? You bastard! You’re going to get us lost in this hell, aren’t you?!”
“Romano!” Spain scolded as Veneziano dissolved into tears. The colonies, both feeling guilty for having brought up the subject, moved to hug Veneziano in an attempt to calm the crying Italian.
“Ve~ I’m sorry. France said it was just pass-“ Whatever it was just pass was left a mystery as the Italian’s sobbing got worse, making it impossible to decipher his speech.
The boys kept awkwardly holding the crying Nation while Spain scolded Romano. When America glanced at Canada, he saw that his twin had a thoughtful look on his face. “Hey,” The Canadian said quietly. America looked at him, but the boy was ignored by the other Nations. “Hey.” He said again, louder, but still ignored. “Listen!” He shouted. This got the Nations’ attention, and with all eyes on him, Canada found himself blushing and desperately wanting to hide his face in Kumajirou’s fur. He resisted the urge, instead saying, “I think I might actually know what lake France was talking about. Follow me?” Without waiting for a response, Canada turned left and walked off, pulling Kumajirou with him. America grinned at his brother finally standing up for himself around other people and eagerly followed behind, noting with an amused smile when his uncles began following, too.
Mere moments later, the group reached a clearing in the woods. The sight was breathtaking as the sunlight filtered through the trees, causing the cerulean lake to sparkle as it reflected the light. The colonies looked on, feeling proud of their land as they drank in a sight that they hadn’t seen in years, their pride growing when they heard a gasp from Veneziano. “It’s so pretty,” The younger Italian said and the others nodded, watching the clearing.
The spell was soon broken when Romano grumbled, “I guess the wine bastard knows what he’s talking about sometimes.”
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Still fighting a bit of a block, but I do know how I want the fic to end, and I know what I want to happen at the lake. I just need to actually flesh it out. Thanks for sticking with me...hopefully the next update won't be far long away ♥
recaptcha: robotic again. I love recaptcha XD And because I forgot to actually fill in recaptcha, I got a new, equally amusing one "zipper on"
England was late. He had told America and Canada that he would be back on this day by mid-morning, and to make sure that they were in the house, and that their furry friends (with the exception of Kumajirou) were outside where they belonged. Fearing the wrath of their older brother, the two boys had complied, reluctantly sending various rabbits, raccoons, and birds out of the house, and cleaned up, so now they were sitting in a completely quiet, calm, and clean house.
“He’s late,” America said for what must have been the hundredth time.
“I know. I’m sure it’s nothing serious,” Canada told him for what must have been the hundredth and one time.
“I’m so bored though, Canada. And there’s nothing to do in the house and we’re not allowed to leave until we make sure he’s settled in,” America whined, lying down on the floor in what he felt was the perfect picture of boredom.
“I know, America. Just, suck it up, please?” Canada let out a sigh, absent mindedly patting Kumajirou on the head.
The boys sat (well, one sat, the other was still sprawled out on the floor) in silence for a few moments when suddenly America set up. “Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“Shh, listen.” Sure enough, when Canada closed his eyes to help focus his hearing, he heard the unmistakable sounds of shouting coming from outside the house. Opening his eyes, Canada looked at his brother in confusion, and both quickly ran to the window, surprised at what they saw.
“What’s Spain doing here?” America asked Canada, confusion evident in his voice. “And who are those two people with him?” He paused, a horrible realization coming to mind. “You don’t think he managed to defeat England and now we’re his colonies do you?”
Canada shook his head but said nothing, not sure how he could convince his brother that everything was fine when he, himself, wasn’t sure. It was then that he noticed a blond-haired figure following behind Spain and the other two Nations (the one with darker hair being the one who was shouting) and smiled. “Look, America, there’s France. He’ll explain what’s going on.” America nodded, and the two boys were about to take a step back from the window when the smallest of the four Nations outside made eye contact with the brothers, grinned the largest grin either of the two boys had seen, and waved energetically. Surprised, America and Canada weakly waved back before moving from the window and to the door.
“Bonjour mes fils,” France said enthusiastically in greeting a few moments later.
“Tes fils? Your sons?” Canada asked, translating his question into English for the benefit of America, who’s French was a bit lacking.
“Oui. You consider England to be your father, yes? And I have helped to raise both of you, so I would be considered your father as well, right?” The smile on his face told the two colonies that he expected them to say yes, but in all honesty, they weren’t sure what to say.
“Well,” Canada started, but America quickly interrupted. “We thought you were more like brothers, but I guess you both can also be considered father figures? England won’t like you being included, though.”
“Well, England isn’t here right now, is he?” France asked, a mischievous glint in his (and Spain’s) eye.
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“Oh, don’t worry, he is perfectly safe. It seems his ships ran into a bit of trouble and he’s a little, ah, tied up?” Somehow, Canada and America got the impression that France’s statement was to be taken more literally than metaphorically. “But, don’t fret, he will be here later. I just felt it was time for you to meet votre oncles. They’ve been dying--well, two of them have, anyway-to meet you two and, have some bonding time together before England whisks you two even further away from moi.” France continued, before standing to the side and gesturing to the man and two teenagers next to him. “Meet your Uncle Spain,” He pointed to the green-eyed nation that America and Canada vaguely recalled meeting once long ago. “Your Uncle Veneziano.” Next was the youngest of the three and the one who had waved so energetically before. “And your Uncle Romano.” This was the one who had been shouting and was still giving protests at being there. Nodding to himself that his work was done, France took a step towards the door. “Now, please excuse me. I’m going to go see if England needs any, ah, help with his predicament,” He said with a grin before leaving the house.
The two shocked colonies looked at their new uncles, and their new uncles looked back. No one was saying anything, and the tension in the room was slowly but surely rising. Finally, it was Veneziano who broke the silence. “Ve~ Does anyone want some pasta?” America and Canada nodded, not entirely sure what it was he was talking about, but considering that Romano had shouted “Finally, food, I’m starving!” they figured it was a safe bet that it was indeed food and, considering England wasn’t there, it would most likely be edible.
“Wonderful! Where’s the kitchen?” Spain asked, and the colonies led the way to the kitchen, wondering if their uncles had come with any plans as to what they wanted to do.
That's all for now. More to come once I beat writer's block over the head :)
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(Captcha says "bruised Daughter"...don't suppose Seychelles or someone is in trouble, do you?)
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This is cute so far, Anon! I'm watchin'.
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More please anon, it's so cute!
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Italy Veneziano grinned at America and nodded. “Ve~ Of course! Who knows when you’ll be stuck somewhere without pasta? It would be horrible! Isn’t it horrible when you’re out of pasta, brother?” He turned to Romano who ignored him. The colonies gave each other a look and a silent agreement that Veneziano was probably a little crazy was passed between them.
“So, are you two twins?” Romano asked suddenly, causing Spain to turn around and shoot him a smile for trying.
Again, the colonies looked at each other before shrugging. “I don’t know,” America said. “We have the same face but we don’t know.” He looked ready to say more, but Canada decided to speak up. “Are you three really related to France? You don’t look alike…at all.” This caused the two Italies to look at each other, that fact not having dawned on them before.
It was Spain who answered with a laugh as he placed a plate of pasta in front of each of the young Nations. “He is our brother. We just like to think he’s special.” He took a seat in between the two pairs of brothers and smiled, enjoying how Veneziano and Romano had started right in at the pasta. The smile faded, however, when he noticed that America and Canada were picking at their plate. “Is something wrong?”
America picked up a noodle, giving it an odd look. “What is it? They look like worms.” Canada looked like he was trying to suppress a laugh as he hit America in the arm. “America, just try it. It can’t be worse than escargot…or England’s cooking,” He muttered, both of them shuddering at the cooking attempts of their ‘fathers.’ “Seriously, they both need to learn how to cook normal foods,” America said in response before shoving a bite of pasta in his mouth at the same time as Canada.
Spain smiled at their brotherly banter, giving another “So cute,” as he watched them eat their first bite of pasta. “It’s called pasta, America. The noodles are made from dough that consists of flour, water, and eggs, and is boiled until it’s soft. It’s typically served with a type of sauce, and since he’s in such a bad mood, I made Romano’s favorite sauce so hopefully he’ll start acting cute again.” A muffled sound that sounded oddly like, “Shut up bastard,” came from the older Italian who currently had a mouthful of pasta. “Romano, don’t talk with your mouth full. That’s so not cute, and watch your language around the kids,” Spain chided, but was met with a sound of dismissal. “So not cute,” He muttered into his own pasta.
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“It’s, uh, not bad,” Canada said after another bite. “It’s nothing like what France and England make though.” America nodded in agreement as he took another bite.
The five Nations ate in a slightly comfortable silence, and America and Canada were the first to finish, though there was still pasta left on their plate. “Thank you for making supper, Uncle Spain,” they said in unison, smiling at the green eyed nation.
“It was no problem! Did you-“ Spain was cut off when Veneziano exclaimed “Ve~ Are you two done?” The startled colonies nodded, and the younger Italy continued, “You still have pasta left! Aren’t you going to finish it?”
Had it been England, or even France, America and Canada would have said no. But the look Veneziano was shooting them, one that looked almost hurt, made them feel guilty and they quickly pulled the plates back. “O-of course,” America said, putting another bite of the quickly cooling pasta in his mouth. “We were just taking a break so that, uh, so that…” He trailed off, for once unable to come up with a decent excuse.
“So that we could truly appreciate the flavor!” Canada chimed in quickly, also putting another bite of pasta in his mouth. That seemed to placate the two Italians, and when all the pasta was gone, the colonies offered to take the plates. Not waiting for a response, America and Canada quickly grabbed the plates off the table and left their uncles alone.
“I’m so full, Canada,” America whined quietly when they were just out of earshot. “I really hope they don’t cook again, I don’t know if I can eat another bite.” Canada nodded in agreement, and when they returned to the table after cleaning off the dishes, the three older Nations stood, Spain and Veneziano grinning brightly.
“Let’s go for a walk~” Veneziano said, grabbing the colonies’ hands and pulling them out the door before they could protest.
Out of curiosity, does it bother anyone that I refer to the Italies as Veneziano and Romano? Would you prefer Italy and Romano, or my switching to human names? I can if it does bother anyone :)
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Can't wait for more <3
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“Isn’t it lovely outside?” Spain asked a few minutes into their walk, not noticing that one of the Italian brothers was looking positively murderous, and the two North American brothers still didn’t feel at ease with their sudden familial expansion.
“It is quite lovely,” Canada agreed finally, ignoring the snort from America. “Do you have woods like that at your house?” Spain laughed gently and seemed about ready to answer the boy’s question, but a surprised shout from Veneziano grabbed their attention.
“Ve~ that thing just jumped out at me!” Veneziano cried, letting go of Canada’s hand to point at a surprised woodland creature.
“It’s ok, uh, Uncle Veneziano. It won’t hurt you, in fact, you probably scare it more than it scares you,” America told the crying Italian, awkwardly petting the young teen’s hand in what he hoped was a comforting manner.
“Really? Ve~ Oh no! I don’t want to scare it! I’m sorry~!” The Italian wailed even louder, trying to apologize to the frightened animal that Canada was now petting and trying to soothe. The wailing was put to an end quickly, however, when Romano hit Veneziano upside the head. “Shut up! Your yelling is going to scare it even more!” He yelled, not caring about the volume of his own voice.
By this time, America and Spain had wondered over to Canada and the animal, and the subdued Italians, noticing that they were alone, soon joined them. “It’s cute,” Spain said, reaching out a hand to pet it. The furry creature looked up at Canada, looking almost concerned, but when the boy smiled, the animal let itself be pet by the Nation. “What is it?”
“Woodchuck,” The boys said in unison, reaching out to pet the woodchuck, too. A loud noise sounded in the woods just then, causing the woodchuck to finally run off. Veneziano waved good-bye at it before grabbing a hand of each boy again.
“Ve~ Let’s continue our walk! Big Brother France said there was a really pretty lake nearby~” Once again being dragged along, the colonies couldn’t help but cast almost wistful looks in the direction the woodchuck had run, silently wondering if all Nations were odd, or if it was just their family.
Just a heads up, I've run into a bit of a block in this story, so I'm not sure how soon another update will happen. Hopefully there will be one within the week, but I'm making no promises.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Groundhog <--Woodchuck aka Groundhog (they have death wishes. I can't tell you how many of them run in front of cars ^^; )
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Veneziano got a thoughtful look on his face before shrugging. “No idea,” he said brightly.
“Knowing that pervert, he probably brought a few of his ‘victims’ here to show them the ‘lovely scenery’ or something equally idiotic,” Romano muttered, Spain nodding gravely.
“Aye, that does sound like France, doesn’t it?” The young colonies nodded, agreeing that it did sound like their second ‘father.’
The group lapsed into a comfortable silence again, broken only by Romano’s occasional curses when he stumbled. Veneziano now led the way, the colonies followed just behind him, and Spain and Romano brought up the rear a few paces behind, the older Nation steadying the younger one when he tripped. Quite some time had passed when Canada received a poke from America, and he gave his brother an inquiring look before following the other’s gaze to an oddly familiar rock formation. “Hey, isn’t that where we met the woodchuck?” Canada asked quietly.
His brother nodded. “This is our sixth time passing it.” Their groans were drowned out, however, by an enraged shout from Romano who had apparently overheard the boys.
“What?! What do you mean we’ve passed it six times?!” He yelled, throwing the arms of a concerned Spain off his shoulders. “Veneziano, you idiot! You have no idea where you’re going, do you? You bastard! You’re going to get us lost in this hell, aren’t you?!”
“Romano!” Spain scolded as Veneziano dissolved into tears. The colonies, both feeling guilty for having brought up the subject, moved to hug Veneziano in an attempt to calm the crying Italian.
“Ve~ I’m sorry. France said it was just pass-“ Whatever it was just pass was left a mystery as the Italian’s sobbing got worse, making it impossible to decipher his speech.
The boys kept awkwardly holding the crying Nation while Spain scolded Romano. When America glanced at Canada, he saw that his twin had a thoughtful look on his face. “Hey,” The Canadian said quietly. America looked at him, but the boy was ignored by the other Nations. “Hey.” He said again, louder, but still ignored. “Listen!” He shouted. This got the Nations’ attention, and with all eyes on him, Canada found himself blushing and desperately wanting to hide his face in Kumajirou’s fur. He resisted the urge, instead saying, “I think I might actually know what lake France was talking about. Follow me?” Without waiting for a response, Canada turned left and walked off, pulling Kumajirou with him. America grinned at his brother finally standing up for himself around other people and eagerly followed behind, noting with an amused smile when his uncles began following, too.
Mere moments later, the group reached a clearing in the woods. The sight was breathtaking as the sunlight filtered through the trees, causing the cerulean lake to sparkle as it reflected the light. The colonies looked on, feeling proud of their land as they drank in a sight that they hadn’t seen in years, their pride growing when they heard a gasp from Veneziano. “It’s so pretty,” The younger Italian said and the others nodded, watching the clearing.
The spell was soon broken when Romano grumbled, “I guess the wine bastard knows what he’s talking about sometimes.”
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Still fighting a bit of a block, but I do know how I want the fic to end, and I know what I want to happen at the lake. I just need to actually flesh it out. Thanks for sticking with me...hopefully the next update won't be far long away ♥
recaptcha: robotic again. I love recaptcha XD
And because I forgot to actually fill in recaptcha, I got a new, equally amusing one "zipper on"
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Can't wait for more <3
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