England opened the envelope. “An Italian,” he muttered. Clearing his throat he announced, “It appears your father is Romano,” China whirled around and carefully passed (Name) to the shocked Italian. “I’ll see you dudes next meeting!” America waved suddenly and left the room, signaling an end to the meeting.
Romano cradled the little girl close to his chest, his mouth still slightly ajar. “Trying to catch flies Roma?” Spain snickered. “Fuck off,” her father spat. “I don’t think you should curse in front of the bella, fratello,” his brother suggest. “Sorry,” Romano muttered. “Congratulations Romano,” Spain grinned. “Grazie,” Romano nodded, readjusting (Name) in his arms. “She’s so cute,” Italy smiled. “Can I hold your hija?” Spain asked. “Just don’t hurt her,” Romano warned. Spain tickled (Name) s tummy, causing you to erupt with giggles.
She couldn’t see it, but Romano was tense. Very tense. Even though he trusted the Spaniard, his fatherly side was kicking in. His deep brown eyes watched (Name), while her uncle jostled her in his arms. “Give her here Spain. We need to get out of here,” Romano demanded. “Over-protective already?” Spain grinned. The Italian just glared and took (Name) from Spain. As Romano walked out of the room, he started muttering angrily about something she didn’t quite catch.
Once the doors clicked shut, Romano slowed his pace. “So your names (Name) huh?” he asked. (Name) nodded quietly. A small soft smile crept onto his face. “Ya’ know I never thought about having a daughter until you showed up,” he said. She peered up at him curiously. (Name) coughed slightly and the Southern Italians’ grip around her tightened. “Don’t worry, I’ll get my government to whip you back into shape,” Romano said, seeming to try to convince himself of that more than (Name). Romano carried her out to the car. The warmth and rumbling of the car quickly lulled (Name) to sleep.
I took my new sleeping bambina into my room and covered her with the blankets. I would never admit it out loud, but I think I’ll enjoy being a father. I’d never ever tell anyone that, especially that Tomato Bastard. Taking a long look at (Name), I growled. Whoever did this to my child will pay for it. I have my contacts with the Italian mafia. Getting revenge wouldn’t be so difficult.
I watched (Name) sleep for a few more minutes, before taking a shower. After my shower, I dressed in my normal sleeping attire. Then slipped underneath the covers, next to her. She was so frail looking and bruises littered her (s/c) skin. Anger welled up in my stomach, I was going to find her boss and kick his fat ugly ass. “Don’t worry mia bella bambina principessa,” I murmured into her (h/l) (h/c) locks, that cascaded her face, “I’ll protect you,”
“Now (Name). This is how you plant a tomato,” (Name) s father instructed. “Like… Like this?” she stared up at him. “Si very good,” he smiled. (Name) grinned lightly. He tousled her hair and then picked (Name) up. “Come on (Name), let’s go eat. I’m hungry,” the little nation nodded eagerly, as her stomach rumbled. Whenever around (Name) Romano was one of the sweetest people alive. He was very un-Romano-ish. The Southern Italian hardly ever swore or was fowl to people, with you around he seemed to be a different person in general.
“Zio Spain is trying to teach me soccer Papa,” she explained, when he’d ask what had given you a mark on your shin. “That stupid bastard. When I get my hands on him,” Romano growled put a fork full of pasta in his mouth. “It wasn’t his fault Papa,” (Name) defended her happy-go-lucky Spanish uncle. “Still doesn’t mean I’m going to not going stab him the chest with a spatula,” he replied. Making (Name) giggled. A small smile graced his lips and he chuckled slightly. Ever since she came into the picture Romano had become ten times happier and slightly friendlier.
I stormed up to (Name)’s bosses home. I’d left my pincipessa in the care of the Tomato Bastard. She had been doing better until recently, (Name) had gotten started to cough again and bruises began blooming on her skin. At first I wondered if the Potato Bastard had tried to force her into training, but then I thought that even though I hate him, I doubt he’d make a child train so hard. I could only assume it was (Name)’s horrible boss.
I remember when I first met her. She had mentioned something about how her home use to be so pretty, until she’d gotten a new boss. I’d never met the bastard but I knew that he’d be causing her nothing but hell. (Name) hadn’t be wrong about it being pretty…once.
I rapped on the big mansion doors with my knuckles. Which were turning white because of how tightly they’d been clenched together. A man taller than me, opened the door. He had short combed back gray hair, spectacles sitting properly on his nose. “Can I help you?” he questioned. I nodded a nerve popping out of my forehead.
“Well, what can I do for you Mister...?” he dragged out the word Mister. “Vargas. I’m Lovino Vargas. And I’m a representative from- dammit just let me talk to the bastard who runs this damn country!” I snapped. My patience running quite low. The butler moved a side and allowed me into the house.
I rushed past him and climbed the stairs. I knew these kind of house like the curl in my hair. I violently swung open the door. The door slammed against the wall making a deep dent in the pale gray walls. The man was rather pudgy and had lazy look in his eyes.
“Who the hell are you?” he questioned setting down his beer. I dashed over to him and picked him up by the collar of his shirt. “I’m here on behalf of (Name) (Last Name),” I growled. “That worthless child? Who’d want-?” I punched the man in the face, “Never call my daughter that ever again,” I hissed in his ear. I pulled a small pistol from of my pocket and held it to his head.
“F-fine,” he cried, “T-take the worthless country. I don’t want her,” he thrashed away from my grasp. The filthy human made a fast dash toward the door, until I shot him in the leg. He collapsed to the floor sputtering in his native tongue. I planted my foot hard over his chest. “Sign please,” I said in a cheery voice and with a creepy smile. I handed him a pen and the documents needed to be signed.
Whimpering, the pathetic human signed my papers. After kicking him in the ribs, I left feeling satisfied. “What has happened to my master?” the butler asked. “It appears you have a new master now,” I said blankly. To my shock the butler smiled. The son of a bitch smiled!! “I will see to it that young Miss. (Name) get a fair boss,” he bowed slightly. I grimaced and muttered, “Grazie and make sure you do a damn good job of it too
(Name) sat on her Zio Spain’s couch. They were watching, Futbol or Soccer. “Now that player there is called the defender,” Spain pointed to a player on the screen. “Si,” she nodded. Suddenly the atmosphere around seemed really light. Confused, (Name) rubbed the side of her head.
“Are you okay pequeño?” Spain looked eat her in concern. “Everything just got really light,” (Name) mumbled. Spain pressed his hands to her cheeks and forehead. “You don’t have a fever,” he mumbled to himself, “But you do look pale,” Spain continuously felt her face and forehead, mumbling worriedly to himself in Spanish.
A few minutes passed and Romano walked through the door seeming particularly happy with himself. “There you are Roma,” Spain rushed over to him, “Where have you been?” Romano shouldered Spain off and walked over to (Name). “How’s my little bambina?” he picked his daughter up off the couch. “I’m okay Papa,” she said, suddenly feeling tired. “She’s feeling a bit light headed Roma,” Spain said. “I’m surprised,” her father shook his head.
“(Name),” Romano said. “Si Papa?” (Name) peered up at him. “You’re going to feel a little light headed for a little while,” he warned her. “Why?” Spain asked. “Well I kind of, kicked her boss out of office and until she gets another one things will be little bit difficult to focus on anything,” he explained. (Name) nodded understandingly.
“You WHAT?!” Spain cried, “You can’t do that to a nation so young!” “What was I supposed to do? Let that damn bastard stay in charge and make things worse for her?!” Romano snapped pulling (Name) close to him protectively. “She could die!” snapped the Spaniard. Romano blinked at him in surprise. After a moment, his glare came back and growled, “If I left that pathetic excuse for a human in charge, she would’ve died. No questions.”
Years went by and (Name) slowly grew. Her country healed with the help of her father. She moved back to her home nation but spent as much time as she could with Romano. He was still her father and he still needed to protect her.
Romano stood scowling at the other nations. He heard a familiar voice. The Italian looked around for (Name). He saw her talking to France, looking rather annoyed. “Go pester England,” she rolled her eyes leaned against a wall. “Come on,” France said, “Call me uncle,” after a few minutes of saying no. (Name) sighed and said, “Alright, Zio France.” The blondes face light up and patted her head, then walked away.
Romano smirked and walked over to (Name). “You’re starting to be a softy,” he said. “Am not!” she scowled. Her father grinned and ruffled her hair. “Papa!” she pushed his hand away, “I’m too big for that.” Romano snorted in amusement and placed a soft kiss on (Name) s forehead. “Whatever you say, you’re still my little girl.”