ChildSicily!ReaderX Adult Italian Brothers 2

ChildSicily!ReaderX Adult Italian Brothers

The Meeting [2]

After the meeting everyone floated around the room and chatted. You grabbed your stack of pictures and hoped off your chair and into the crowd. On the top of the stack was an Asian man with a long black ponytail in a red robe who you assumed was China. You found him talking with Arthur, offering him some sort of cookie. You came up behind him and lightly tugged on the sleeve of his robe. The both of them stopped their conversation and looked at you.

"Hi Mr. England, Mr. China. I made these for you." you beamed, handing China his picture and then digging through the pile for Arthur's. You found it and handed it to him. They took a moment and looked the pictures.  You began to grow worried that they didn't like them.

"_____... You drew these?" Arthur looked down at you.

"Y-Ya I drew them during the meeting..." you said softly

"These are quite wonderfurl" China stared on at the picture of him.

"Agreed, these are beautiful ______" Arthur agreed

"Thank you both! I’m so happy you like them!"

"would you like a cookie ___?" Yao asked, lowering a basket of goodies to your height.

"Sí! Grazie Señor China!" you exclaimed as you grabbed a hard cookie in a plastic wrapper. As you took it in your pudgy fingers, you gently placed it in the pocket of your frilly apron.
 You smiled and waved and set off to find the rest of the people in your pictures.
 They each waved back, as they watched you leave.

You were finally down two your last five pictures. You scanned the room for the curious albino man with the bird. You found him leaning against the wall in the back of the room. As you approached, he watched you make your way through the crowd towards him.

"Hello Mister. I drew you a picture if you want it."
You looked up at him and his bird, which, oddly enough, was nestled in the mess of white hair on top of the man’s head.

"Kesesesese of course I want it Mädchen! " the man reached out and snatched   it out of your grasp. Looking it over critically, he glimpsed at you. He saw you staring inquisitively at the small bird sleeping on his head.
 The look on your little chibi face made him inwardly smile. He poked at the chick on his head and woke it, causing it to flutter to his hand and he lowered it to you.

"Zis is mein awesome pet Gilbird.  You can hold him if you Vant..."

Your eyes lit up as he offered the bird to you. You cupped your hands and extended your arms and the bird hopped to you and nestled in. Cautiously, as not to disturb him, you lifted your hand and pet the bird with your pointer finger.

You coddled the animal close to your chest, unaware that the strange albino was watching you intently. He carefully folded the picture and put it in his pocket, careful not to wrinkle it.

Suddenly you looked up at him expectantly. "Do you like it? Your picture, i mean, do you think it’s good?"

"Ya its pretty good mini Frau. I can keep it right?"

You gave him a small smile and a nod. You held out Gilbird so he could take him, and once the small chick was back with his owner, you waved and set off to give away the last four.

"Vhat do you zink of her Bruder? I told you she vas special." Came a voice behind Prussa, who had been caught staring at you as you skipped away. Prussia turned to find Ludwig behind him, awaiting an answer.  For a moment Gilbert didn't speak. He just mulled over the question in his head. Finally he opened his mouth.
 "I zink she is fairly awesome. Just look at vat she drew me..." He carefully retrieved the picture from his pocket and unfolded it, then held it out for Ludwig to see. It was Prussia, feet kicked up on the table, petting Gilbird. Exactly like how he was at the meeting. One thing was different though, in the image he had a big red crown on his head. The smirk on Prussia's face in the picture was unmistakably his own, like he was the king of the world. Germany looked at the picture. "I told you she vas somzing." Germany replied before waving off the Prussian and going back to talk to Kiku and Feliciano.

The next person on your list was the loudmouth that started the meeting. You looked around for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Until....

"Hey Little Dudette! I’m America! The one and only Alfred Jones! Its Super cool to meet a new country!! I like totally forgot how small you guys are! HAHA! If you ever need help, like, totally call me 'Kuz I'M THE HERO and I'll totally save you from like whatever!" he shouted after swallowing a mouthful of burger. You stared at him a moment, dumbstruck.  You shuffled through your papers and found his.

"This is for you..." You silently handed him his portrait and he stopped talking long enough to take it.

"This is really good _____!" He marveled at the detail. In the image he was wearing a cape that had the letters  USA on it, and he was holding a hamburger up in the air like a trophy. "I look wicked cool! Thanks a lot!"

"Your welcome Mr. America!"

"Mr. America!? Seriously dudette we're friends now! You can call me Alfred!"

" Ok, well see you later Alfred!" you turned away to deliver the rest.

It was then that Romano finally found you.

"Are you almost ready to~a go Sicily?" he inquired gently.

"Almost. I still have three more pictures to give out."

"...Did you draw me a picture?" Romano asked in a hushed tone.

"Hmm? oh, no sorry. I didn't have enough time to draw you or Felli... How about I paint you a picture when we get home, ok?"

"ok...How about I~a go with you to deliver the rest of them?"

"Yay! Grazie Romano!"

He took your hand and gently led you through the thinning crowd. Looking down you saw the next delivery was the tan man with the green eyes. He had been eyeing Romano throughout the entire meeting, you wondered if they knew each other.
 You saw him standing by the small buffet table and was talking to a burly man with white-ish blonde hair and violet eyes. You instantly recognized the big man from another one of your pictures that have yet to be delivered. You walked up to them, realizing that you'd be killing two birds with one stone. Romano seemed to tense up a bit when he saw them. As you approached you un-intentionally caught a wisp of their conversation.

"And she’s just so cute! I wouldn't mind putting a colony there, especially so close to Lovi!"

'Who’s Lovi?' You wondered

"Or she could become one with mother Russia?"

"Wouldn't she be hard to govern? She’d be too far away....."

They both stopped talking as you approached.

"Hello! I made pictures for you during the meeting, If you would be so kind to accept them!" you gave them your trademark cute Chibi face.

The men exchanged glances with a small smirk playing on their faces. For them, this was one small but critical step in the race to annex the new land.

"Of course chica! I would love to see your art!" Spain said as he got down on a knee.

"I would also like to see them _____" Russia cooed as he got down on his knees beside you.

"Ok then!" You giggled as you held out the papers.

They both took the pictures happily, and you watched them intently as they looked them over. The bigger man had a childlike face, and a big nose, but, somehow, it fit his face perfectly. He gave off a strange aura of unease, but you didn't seem to take notice. You looked him over, his body was definitely muscular, but there was definitely a thin layer of chub on his form.
 The tan man, who you assumed now was Spain, was perfectly proportioned, only a bit taller than Romano. He had chocolate brown hair and deep green eyes, a kind and gentle smile plastered on his face. Romano shifted uneasily beside you and you looked up at him. A light pink shade dusted his cheeks, barley visible, as he looked down at Spain. Spain caught his staring and flashed Romano a smile, making Romano's blush deepen. Spain suddenly looked down at you and smiled.
"_____, How would you and your daddy Romano like to come over for churros sometime tomorrow?"

Romano tensed and squeezed your hand, but you took no notice as you spoke with the spaniard.

"O Sí Mr. Spain! That'd be Magnifico! But umm...Mr. Spain?"

"Sí bella?"

"Romano's not my daddy." You stated, matter-of-factly

It was odd, a look of...relief? crossed Spain's face, but it left as suddenly as it had appeared as it was replaced with a smile.

"Oh, My apologies. I assumed-"

"Well you assumed~a wrong tomato bastard!" Romano hissed at him, as he began to pull you away. Spain sat dumbfounded.
 'If not Romano, then who?' he thought.

~(Super Mini Time skip! Brought to you by zhe Awesome Gilbert and Gilbird!)~

You didn't  understand why Romano blew up at Spain like that. In all reality even when Romano was ill-tempered at home he tried his best to refrain from swearing around you, so this Spain guy must have really struck a nerve. You shrugged it off and continued walking, finding it hard to keep up while Romano was pulling you along.

"Who's the last~a one for? (y/n)" Romano asked gruffly, obviously still a bit hyped up.

"I'm not sure. Who is this?" You were actually interested to know. The man in the picture was so familiar looking, you were sure that you had seen him before.  You wanted to know his name at least, so you handed the picture to Romano in hopes of an answer.  He took the picture from you hastily. Romano paled when he saw the image and stopped abruptly, causing you to bump into his backside and fall on your rump. You sat there, unsure of what to do. Romano's back was turned to you, and he stood in a stance that indicated a coming explosion. He took another minute and cooled off a bit, but not by much, as he still looked ready to kill.
"Go over there to~a fratello!  I can deliver this last one." He commanded, failing at trying to not scare you with his temper. You got up off the ground and ran full speed towards Feliciano. You ducked and weaved your way through the crowd and finally saw him, still talking with Japan and Germany off towards the corner of the room. You raced over to him and flung yourself around his legs, looking up at him through watery eyes. When he felt your tiny arms around him, he looked down and locked your eyes with his.
"Bella, did Romano yell at you again?" he asked, gently lifting you into his arms. You blinked and nodded silently.
"Ehi, It's ok, I cry when fratello yells at me sometimes too."
You rested your head on Feli's shoulder as he rocked you and caressed your hair. Ludwig awkwardly patted your back a few times in an atempt to comfort you. Kiku  stood motionless as he stared off into the distance.  Over Feiciano's   shoulder, you could see Romano practically shoving his way through the crowd.   You watched him push through the country's, who only spared him a glance before returning to their conversations.  Then you saw his target. Romano saw him too. The man lay dozing, still in his seat, with the same cat laying peacefully on his stomach. Romano glared daggers as he hastily approached.

~(3rd Person POV)~

Romano rolled the paper he was holding into a tube, and marched toward the sleeping greek. Once he was standing right next to him, he swung the rolled paper at his head, hitting him with a hollow noise.
 The small grey cat lounging on his stomach sprung up, thrusting his outstretched hind claws into the mans side as he leapt onto the floor and went tearing through the crowd. The man in the chair opened his eyes and moved a hand to his side where the cat inserted its claws into him.  A small spot of blood appeared on his teal shirt around a ring of small tares in the thin cotton fabric. The man lazily looked from his wound to the il-tempered man above him.
"You scared my cat." he said in monotone.
"I don't care!" Romano growled at him, invisible steam billowing from his ears.
The calm man only grunted in response.
There was a moment of silence.
"So why did you come over here?" the sleepy man asked, still in monotone, but he sounded genuinely interested.
Romano stared at him for a moment longer before clearing his throat.
"(y/n) drew you a picture. She wanted you to have it." Romano stated, matter of factly before shoving the tube in the mans direction. It unrolled in mid air and  floated down and landed face down on Heracles lap. Heracles looked  silently down at the paper and back up at  Romano, who was now turning to leave.
"And listen here you damn cat bastard; if you even think of coming near (y/n), again, were gonna have a real problem capiche?"
A weird mix of sadness, acceptance and anger crossed the mans face as he silently looked at the paper in his lap. The torrent of emotions twisted on his face.
"Very well" he muttered grimly
"Good." Romano snapped before stomping once again into the croud.

"Come on. We're leaving now." Romano growled as he yanked on Italy's free wrist, ripping him away from his conversation with Ludwig and Kiku. Italy's other wrist was still supporting you, whom was still cuddled into Feli's chest. The tears had long dried on your cheeks, so at the sudden movement towards the door, you picked your head up of of Feli's shoulder and waved at the meeting room as you were practicly dragged out.
"See ya everybody! I hope you guys like the pictures!" you quietly yelled, just loud enough for everyone to hear.
The whole room was quiet for a few heartbeats after the door slamed behind you. Finally, the chatter started up again.
Greece still sat, but now he was staring intently at the white paper on his lap.
Hesitantly, he clutched the paper and flipped it over to see the image on the other side. What he saw brought a sad smile to his face. In the beautifully drawn picture, Heracles was laying on a lush green hillside, propped up on his elbows, absolutely surrounded by cats.
'she can see all that in me, first glance, without even knowing who I am...' he thought.
That's when he felt his heard drop in his chest, and he felt like a million pounds were placed on his shoulders.
"oh ____, if only I could have you back..."