ChildSicily!Reader X Adult Italian Brothers

The door to the world conference center burst open and the sounds of feet thundered in the door. Everyone was already seated and turned their attention to the doorway. In a matter of seconds two tired looking Italians that had just run into the room.

"Ima so sorry everybody! fratello and I just got in an argument about what dress (y/n) should wear here and we completely lost track of time!" Italy explained, trying to catch his breath.

The world meeting held today was to welcome Sicily, the newest formed country, (you) into the world. But... At the moment, you were nowhere to be found.

"Erm, Italy..." Arthur half-raised his hand as he spoke, "Where is she?"

Suddenly, Romano's head snapped up and looked around franticly.

"YOU IDIOTA! WE LEFT HER IN THE CAR!!" in three seconds flat Romano  was sprinting back down the hall, Italy at his heels.
 They found you by the entrance, having come in when they left you alone, but you had gotten confused when faced with the many hallways in the large building. Romano ran up and held you close in a gentle hug. "I’ma sorry bella. I wouldn't ever leave you." he whispered before standing and taking your tiny hand in his. Italy spotted you as he rounded the corner not a minute later and scooped you up in a hug. He set you down and each of the brothers took a hand in their own as they lead you down the hall.

~Readers POV~

Hand in hand with your brothers, they pushed the door to the conference room wide open. They had told you earlier that today you would be meeting the rest of the world. You had imagined that the other country's would be huge compared to your brothers, because of course Italy was always ranting on about how everyone picked on him.  You were surprised when the door opened and you were faced with the countries. They were definitely not as big as Feliciano made them out to be. 
The only country's you recognized were Ludwig and Kiku. They were both sitting on opposite sides of the long oval-shaped table. Kiku gave you a smile and a wave, whereas Germany managed a slightly-more-friendly-than-a-grimace face. The rest of the faces were turned to you, eyeing you carefully, as if inspecting you for flaws. 
A man with shaggy blonde hair and green eyes rose from his chair and walked calmly over to you. He crouched before you, getting down on your level and he extended a hand to you. " You must be Sicily! We're all so excited to meet you" he said with a smile. You hesitantly reached out and gave your hand, which he shook gently before walking back to his seat. 'We’re those...his eyebrows?' you thought to yourself.

You tightened your grip on Romano's hand as he walked you slowly to two empty chairs on one side of the table. As he sat you down, you noticed Italy on the other side of table next to Germany. "Romano, why can't Felli sit next to us?" you whispered.

"Because his assigned seat is over there next to Potato Baster- I mean Germany." he stumbled, catching himself in an attempt not to swear in front of you. " I'm just glad they put you and me next to each other.." he whispered. Noticing that your chair was so low only your nose and eyes were above the table he quickly flagged down one of the many maids walking around and asked her to grab a few books for you to sit on.

"Who was that man by the door? The one with the eyebrows?" You whispered.

"We all have eyebrows (y/n)" Romano smiled at you.

"The guy with the really BIG eyebrows then"

Romano chuckled and pet your head gently

“He is England. His name is Arthur"

"Oh ok"

The meeting began with a loud and obnoxious voice that yelled on and on about a few unimportant things before finally piping down. 
By the time you got your books to sit on, the next topic had started with the speaker being the odd man that greeted you by the door. You could finally see the entire table. A country in every seat. You also noted there were very few girls. The only other females at the table were a large chested woman, and a girl with long brown wavy hair and a friendly smile. 
You looked to your left, seeing a country with blond hair and glasses, behind them being the most beautiful blue-violet eyes. On his lap sat a white stuffed bear. 
Quietly you look around, and, upon seeing no one is paying ether of you any mind, lightly tug on the sleeve of the man next to you. At first he paid no notice, but you tugged, once more, a bit harder. This time he felt it, and turned to you looking at him.

"umm..hi mister. Would you mind at all if I pet your bear?"

A surprised look crossed his face as nodded, mouth slightly agape as he loosened his grip on the bear and shifted him so you could reach his head. You smiled a silent thank you as you touched the soft fur of the plush bear. Your (e/c) eyes met with the mans for a moment as you softly asked his name.

"M-my name is Matthew, I'm Canada" he stuttered.

"Thanks for letting me pet him... And umm...you have very pretty eyes" you smiled and returned to your weak attempt at following the meeting.

Canada smiled and blushed a bit. 'she saw me...' he thought.

After a little while of listening to the ramble of the conference, you poked at Romano. "Romano! I'm BOARD!" you whispered loudly. Romano turned to you and reached for a pen and a pad of paper at the edge of the table and slid it to you.

"Draw a few pictures for me. We'll find out if fratellos art lessons are paying off..." You nodded and grabbed the pen and clicked it out and started to work on the first drawing. It was a picture of your new friend Canada with Kumajiro on his lap. For a five year old, it was like a Picasso. Being an Italian, your art skills were way above average. Just then, you remembered you had grabbed a few crayons at the house and stuffed them in the large pocket of the mini apron on your dress. You pulled them out and began to color, sparing no detail. When you were satisfied you peeled it off and put it into the finished pile. The next one was of Arthur, the man that greeted you at the door. You drew him crouching with a smile and his hand extended. Exactly how he looked greeting you at the door. Then you drew Ludwig and Kiku, then a few other people sitting around the table.

 A tall and tan man that was eyeing Romano with his deep green orbs. In his hand sat a tomato, which he was eating like an apple; much like how Romano ate tomatoes at home.

A man with porcelain skin and deep maroon eyed had his feet up on the table and appeared to be un interested, instead petting a small yellow bird that rubbed against him cheerfully.

A man with long wavy hair and blue eyes, who had stubbly hair on his chin and had a rose to his nose.  As you drew him, Romano looked over his shoulder and saw what you were drawing. He shivered a little and tapped his finger to the paper, causing you to look up. "Stay well away from that one." he stated, deadly serious. You nodded and went back to coloring.

A strange man with long dull brown hair was slunk down in his chair with a cat dozing on his chest. His eyes looked glossy, as though he had just woken up from a nap, staring straight ahead. He looked somehow....familiar. Like you had seen him before. You were extremely curious, but drew him and moved on nevertheless.

You had made it all the way around the table. A stack of finished pictures now in front of you. You had two more pictures to go, one of Italy and one of Romano. Just as you started, you were brought from your trance as your name was called. Romano nudged you and whispered in your ear:

"Just remember what I told you. Just go up there and sit still like a lady. They just want to meet you. "

You nodded and walked to the front of the big table. Everyone's eyes seemed trained on you.  You weren't nervous anymore, because, in your own way, you already knew them. A stool was placed on witch you were to sit and with some difficulty, you climbed to the top. England rose and stood beside you.

"Mind if you introduce yourself dear?" he encouraged you. You took a breath and cleared your throat.

“Hello everybody. My name is (y/n) Vargas and I am Sicily. I'm really happy to meet you all. I hope we can all be super friends and that you won't pick on me!“
You flashed a big smile and lightly kicked yourself off the stool. You proudly walked back to Romano, and he gave you the thumbs up. As you sat back down, he nuzzled your head and whispered into your hair "perfect"