Mar. 17th, 2010 11:49 pm
More Hetalia/Fairly Odd Parents
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fivedayslaterThat's What Happened to that Atlantis Chick: Where Atlantis comes back, learns about Rome's fall, and falls in love with Italy.
Word Count: 1,612
Veneciano and Romano were wandering around Venice one day, without a care in the world, talking about where they wanted to eat lunch.
“Oh! That’s right, Fratello, I forgot to tell you Germany’s coming over for dinner tonight.”
“Che, why do you keep inviting him over? Your house is going to start smelling like potatoes soon.”
Before Veneciano could say his comeback to that (which definitely didn’t have anything to do with pasta…) a loud splash came from the canal they were walking by, causing both Italians to scream and duck for cover behind an abandoned fruit stand.
After a few moments of nothing happening, they poked their heads out from behind the fruit stand to see a blond mermaid wearing a bikini top lounging around on the sidewalk, dipping her fins in the canal from whence she came.
“Finally after like thousands of years or something I made it back to the surface! They like, thought they could keep my down, but like, they were so wrong!”
“~Ve, she’s pretty cute Romano…”
“I saw her first!”
Their eyes locked, Veneciano’s uncharacteristically open for once. Family was family, and as true Italians they knew that family came first, unless you were dealing with the last of the pasta on the table or a cute mermaid that just popped up out of the water, then it was every man for himself.
Romano landed a fierce stomp on his brother’s foot and took a starting dash for the mermaid. Veneciano recovered quickly and pinched his brother’s ankle, causing him to trip and fall and giving him the lead. Romano fought back by jumping up and tackling him from behind, both of them falling to the ground, where they continued to wrestle for dominance.
While they were fighting, the mermaid had turned around. “Hey, can you two like, help me with something?”
“Si!” both Italians sprang up from the ground.
“Anything for someone as lovely as you,” Romano said, offering a rose he somehow had on him.
“~Ve, ask us anything!”
“It’s been like a very long time since I was in the area, so like I was wondering if Rome was still around here.”
“~Ve, you’re in Venice. Rome’s further south.”
“My house is in Rome. I’d be more than happy to take you there.”
“Hm? Your house? But like what happened to the empire?”
The Italian brothers blinked, and then laughed. “That’s a good one!”
“I don’t think we’ve ever had an empire, right Fratello?”
“But there like totally was one! The Roman Empire! What like happened to it?”
“Oh? Are you talking about Grandpa?” Romano asked, “You really haven’t been to Italy in a long time…”
“G-grandpa?!”
“Si, Grandpa Rome. ~Ve, he…fell, a very long time ago.” Veneciano sniffled before burying his facing into his brother’s shirt and crying, “Why does everything I touch die?!”
“There there,” Romano comforted, “it’s not everything. Just Grandpa…and Holy Roman Empire…and that squirrel we found last week. But really, that could have happened to anyone.”
“Everything I touch dies!!”
“Um, like, you wouldn’t happen to know if he like, mentioned me at all, do you?”
The crying stopped instantly. “~Ve, who are you?”
“Atlantis. The (now undersea) Utopia of Atlantis.”
“Italy Romano, the southern half of the Italian Republic,” he pushed his brother off to kiss Atlantis’s hand, “Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
“I’m Italy Veneciano, the northern half of the Italian Republic!” he sprung up from the ground to hug her tightly, “Oh, I know! Since you’re new in town, you can come to my house for dinner!”
“But you’re having that potato bastard over. I’m sure Atlantis doesn’t want to associate with-”
“Well,” she said, cutting Romano off, “the only things I had planned on my return trip were to meet Rome again and get my revenge on the Accursed One, but since Rome is gone, I could always just hang out with you, Italy, before that.”
“We’re both Italy…” Romano muttered, but backed off all the same. As a true Italian man, he knew when he had lost.
“Really? You can me Germany! He’s my best friend so I’m sure you’ll get along great.”
“You’re too cute. Since I can’t exactly walk anymore…you wouldn’t mind carrying me would you?”
“His house is right over there, you can just swim.” Yes, Romano knew he had lost, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be bitter about it.
“~Ve, hurry up! I’m making my special pasta tonight Atlantis!”
“Just for me Italy? You shouldn’t have.”
“Well, technically I’m making it for Germany, but you can have some too!”
Veneciano was to ecstatic to notice the slightly darker look on her face as he prattled on about what good friends he and Germany were, but Romano caught it, having to deal with very similar and equally frightening looks from members of the Mafia when he was dealing with them (aka they were beating the crap out of him for one reason or another). It was jealousy, and whenever that look graced a lady’s face, well, Romano always took the initiative to get the heck out.
And as much as he hated the potato bastard and would like to see what Atlantis would do to him, he’d also seen what Belarus does to Russia, and no way was he letting anyone do that to his baby brother.
***
It was about halfway through the second course when Romano heard the knock on the door.
Veneciano was too busy being Veneciano, causing Germany to be Germany and fuss over him, causing Atlantis to be Atlantis and secretly plot ways to get Germany out of the picture, so Romano excused himself (not that anyone noticed) and answered the door. He came back a few moments later, England in tow.
“Hey everyone look! England just happened to be in the area and just happened to want to stop by,” he announced, “isn’t that weird?”
Veneciano and Germany looked shocked, but greeted him in their own ways, whether by nodding slightly or giving the man a hug, a peck on the cheek, and offering him a place on the table. Atlantis just looked confused.
“So, you must be Atlantis,” England said as he sat down next to Romano on the other side of the table, “I heard from…someone who isn’t in this room right now, that you might be here…”
“That’s like the Utopia of Atlantis to you. And like who are you?”
“The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, but you can just call me England.”
“What are you doing here England?” Germany asked, getting to the point.
“Can’t a nation just randomly decide to holiday in Italy and randomly stop by an acquaintance’s house when he just so happens to have a mythical nation that sunk to the bottom of the sea millenniums ago over for dinner? Is that so odd?”
“Seriously why are you here?”
“Romano called me.”
“Bastard! You said you wouldn’t sell me out!”
“No one was buying it anyway!”
“Y-yeah, it was like, totally obvious from the get go…”
“~Ve, so England didn’t stop by because he wants my cooking?”
“I’m just here to help with Atlantis, but not because Romano asked! I’m doing this for my own reasons!”
“Like, help me with what?”
“As a member of the EU, I can’t just let you obliterate Germany off the face of the earth. He has most of the money.”
“You’re just like, trying to stand in the way of true love!”
“No, I’m trying to maintain peace. I’ve already talked it over with the Fairy Council, and apparently they decided a very long time ago that the world would be a better place if you were underwater.”
“I’d like to see you try to put me back! I’ve been waiting millennia to take my revenge and see my one true love! Like I’d let your eyebrows stop me!” She snatched Veneciano and held him close. “Just try and stop us!”
“Germany! Germany help! I’m being held hostage by a cute girl again!”
“Germany this, Germany that…why can’t you just accept my love!”
“Let my brother go you-” England held up a hand to stop him.
“I know how you feel…over two hundred years ago the most important person in the world to me left me behind for his own stupid ideals and went on to bigger and better things. It…still hurts, when I think about it, but sometimes letting go of the ones we love is the only way to set us free.”
“You and America made up ages ago,” Romano interjected. England hit him.
“I was trying to connect with her so she would let your brother go!”
“Well it was a stupid plan!”
“I don’t see you coming up with anything!”
“Um guys…”
“What now Germany?!”
“While you were fighting I knocked Atlantis out, tied her up, and got Ita-Veneciano to safety,” he said, gesturing to her unconscious form on the couch and the Italian eating at the table, “so you can do what you want with her now England.”
“D-don’t make me sound like a pervert!” He grabbed Atlantis and left after a quick good-bye to Veneciano. Romano and Germany took their seats at the table and continued on with dinner as if nothing happened.
“Why can’t I ever have a normal dinner at your house?” Germany asked.
“~Ve, but isn’t it more fun this way?”
“No. Not really.”
“Well no one asked you to come!” Romano snapped.
“Italy did.”
“Damnit, we’re both Italy!”
They fought well into the night, forcing Germany to spend the night, which was just fine by Veneciano.
All in all, he considered it a good day.
Word Count: 1,612
Veneciano and Romano were wandering around Venice one day, without a care in the world, talking about where they wanted to eat lunch.
“Oh! That’s right, Fratello, I forgot to tell you Germany’s coming over for dinner tonight.”
“Che, why do you keep inviting him over? Your house is going to start smelling like potatoes soon.”
Before Veneciano could say his comeback to that (which definitely didn’t have anything to do with pasta…) a loud splash came from the canal they were walking by, causing both Italians to scream and duck for cover behind an abandoned fruit stand.
After a few moments of nothing happening, they poked their heads out from behind the fruit stand to see a blond mermaid wearing a bikini top lounging around on the sidewalk, dipping her fins in the canal from whence she came.
“Finally after like thousands of years or something I made it back to the surface! They like, thought they could keep my down, but like, they were so wrong!”
“~Ve, she’s pretty cute Romano…”
“I saw her first!”
Their eyes locked, Veneciano’s uncharacteristically open for once. Family was family, and as true Italians they knew that family came first, unless you were dealing with the last of the pasta on the table or a cute mermaid that just popped up out of the water, then it was every man for himself.
Romano landed a fierce stomp on his brother’s foot and took a starting dash for the mermaid. Veneciano recovered quickly and pinched his brother’s ankle, causing him to trip and fall and giving him the lead. Romano fought back by jumping up and tackling him from behind, both of them falling to the ground, where they continued to wrestle for dominance.
While they were fighting, the mermaid had turned around. “Hey, can you two like, help me with something?”
“Si!” both Italians sprang up from the ground.
“Anything for someone as lovely as you,” Romano said, offering a rose he somehow had on him.
“~Ve, ask us anything!”
“It’s been like a very long time since I was in the area, so like I was wondering if Rome was still around here.”
“~Ve, you’re in Venice. Rome’s further south.”
“My house is in Rome. I’d be more than happy to take you there.”
“Hm? Your house? But like what happened to the empire?”
The Italian brothers blinked, and then laughed. “That’s a good one!”
“I don’t think we’ve ever had an empire, right Fratello?”
“But there like totally was one! The Roman Empire! What like happened to it?”
“Oh? Are you talking about Grandpa?” Romano asked, “You really haven’t been to Italy in a long time…”
“G-grandpa?!”
“Si, Grandpa Rome. ~Ve, he…fell, a very long time ago.” Veneciano sniffled before burying his facing into his brother’s shirt and crying, “Why does everything I touch die?!”
“There there,” Romano comforted, “it’s not everything. Just Grandpa…and Holy Roman Empire…and that squirrel we found last week. But really, that could have happened to anyone.”
“Everything I touch dies!!”
“Um, like, you wouldn’t happen to know if he like, mentioned me at all, do you?”
The crying stopped instantly. “~Ve, who are you?”
“Atlantis. The (now undersea) Utopia of Atlantis.”
“Italy Romano, the southern half of the Italian Republic,” he pushed his brother off to kiss Atlantis’s hand, “Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
“I’m Italy Veneciano, the northern half of the Italian Republic!” he sprung up from the ground to hug her tightly, “Oh, I know! Since you’re new in town, you can come to my house for dinner!”
“But you’re having that potato bastard over. I’m sure Atlantis doesn’t want to associate with-”
“Well,” she said, cutting Romano off, “the only things I had planned on my return trip were to meet Rome again and get my revenge on the Accursed One, but since Rome is gone, I could always just hang out with you, Italy, before that.”
“We’re both Italy…” Romano muttered, but backed off all the same. As a true Italian man, he knew when he had lost.
“Really? You can me Germany! He’s my best friend so I’m sure you’ll get along great.”
“You’re too cute. Since I can’t exactly walk anymore…you wouldn’t mind carrying me would you?”
“His house is right over there, you can just swim.” Yes, Romano knew he had lost, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be bitter about it.
“~Ve, hurry up! I’m making my special pasta tonight Atlantis!”
“Just for me Italy? You shouldn’t have.”
“Well, technically I’m making it for Germany, but you can have some too!”
Veneciano was to ecstatic to notice the slightly darker look on her face as he prattled on about what good friends he and Germany were, but Romano caught it, having to deal with very similar and equally frightening looks from members of the Mafia when he was dealing with them (aka they were beating the crap out of him for one reason or another). It was jealousy, and whenever that look graced a lady’s face, well, Romano always took the initiative to get the heck out.
And as much as he hated the potato bastard and would like to see what Atlantis would do to him, he’d also seen what Belarus does to Russia, and no way was he letting anyone do that to his baby brother.
***
It was about halfway through the second course when Romano heard the knock on the door.
Veneciano was too busy being Veneciano, causing Germany to be Germany and fuss over him, causing Atlantis to be Atlantis and secretly plot ways to get Germany out of the picture, so Romano excused himself (not that anyone noticed) and answered the door. He came back a few moments later, England in tow.
“Hey everyone look! England just happened to be in the area and just happened to want to stop by,” he announced, “isn’t that weird?”
Veneciano and Germany looked shocked, but greeted him in their own ways, whether by nodding slightly or giving the man a hug, a peck on the cheek, and offering him a place on the table. Atlantis just looked confused.
“So, you must be Atlantis,” England said as he sat down next to Romano on the other side of the table, “I heard from…someone who isn’t in this room right now, that you might be here…”
“That’s like the Utopia of Atlantis to you. And like who are you?”
“The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, but you can just call me England.”
“What are you doing here England?” Germany asked, getting to the point.
“Can’t a nation just randomly decide to holiday in Italy and randomly stop by an acquaintance’s house when he just so happens to have a mythical nation that sunk to the bottom of the sea millenniums ago over for dinner? Is that so odd?”
“Seriously why are you here?”
“Romano called me.”
“Bastard! You said you wouldn’t sell me out!”
“No one was buying it anyway!”
“Y-yeah, it was like, totally obvious from the get go…”
“~Ve, so England didn’t stop by because he wants my cooking?”
“I’m just here to help with Atlantis, but not because Romano asked! I’m doing this for my own reasons!”
“Like, help me with what?”
“As a member of the EU, I can’t just let you obliterate Germany off the face of the earth. He has most of the money.”
“You’re just like, trying to stand in the way of true love!”
“No, I’m trying to maintain peace. I’ve already talked it over with the Fairy Council, and apparently they decided a very long time ago that the world would be a better place if you were underwater.”
“I’d like to see you try to put me back! I’ve been waiting millennia to take my revenge and see my one true love! Like I’d let your eyebrows stop me!” She snatched Veneciano and held him close. “Just try and stop us!”
“Germany! Germany help! I’m being held hostage by a cute girl again!”
“Germany this, Germany that…why can’t you just accept my love!”
“Let my brother go you-” England held up a hand to stop him.
“I know how you feel…over two hundred years ago the most important person in the world to me left me behind for his own stupid ideals and went on to bigger and better things. It…still hurts, when I think about it, but sometimes letting go of the ones we love is the only way to set us free.”
“You and America made up ages ago,” Romano interjected. England hit him.
“I was trying to connect with her so she would let your brother go!”
“Well it was a stupid plan!”
“I don’t see you coming up with anything!”
“Um guys…”
“What now Germany?!”
“While you were fighting I knocked Atlantis out, tied her up, and got Ita-Veneciano to safety,” he said, gesturing to her unconscious form on the couch and the Italian eating at the table, “so you can do what you want with her now England.”
“D-don’t make me sound like a pervert!” He grabbed Atlantis and left after a quick good-bye to Veneciano. Romano and Germany took their seats at the table and continued on with dinner as if nothing happened.
“Why can’t I ever have a normal dinner at your house?” Germany asked.
“~Ve, but isn’t it more fun this way?”
“No. Not really.”
“Well no one asked you to come!” Romano snapped.
“Italy did.”
“Damnit, we’re both Italy!”
They fought well into the night, forcing Germany to spend the night, which was just fine by Veneciano.
All in all, he considered it a good day.