~Since we don't know what Italy wore for this year's April Fools event, I'm going to use what he wore the year prior.~

Today was a beautiful spring morning. There was only one problem... It was April first.

Right... April Fools Day.

Luckily a world meeting isn't allowed to be scheduled on the first of the month, otherwise it would be complete chaos!

But somehow you had a feeling that didn't really matter. You had a hunch something involving you, and the rest if the world would be happening today. And to be honest, you were nervous, and looking at past years, you had good reason.

You had just finished eating breakfast when you noticed a conspicuous package sitting right inside your front door.

You stared at it, with quite the bit of skepticism, before deciding that you should just open it.

The only thing you hoped for was that it wasn't a prank set up by Jett, being that he packaged his rabid pet Koala, as his contribution to the strange holiday.

You open the package to find some clothing, a pushie, and an envelope.

Inside the envelope was a letter that read. 'Morning _____, I'm hoping you'll participate in the event that we planned. In any case if you choose not to participate, then the inclosed photo will be shown to everyone. If you do want to participate just head down to the plaza in the provided clothing. Hope to see you there!'

You ruffle your brow before pulling out the said photo.

You're eyes widen, how could they have gotten this picture.

It was you sleeping wrapped up in a fluffy Italian flag blanket. You knew underneath that blanket you were only wearing your undergarments, how you always slept.

So...

Who in the world could have broken into your house, while you were sleeping, and taken that picture!?

Looks like you have to go to the plaza now.

You look inside the box, you find a (fav color) bikini and a gray wolf plushie.

You sigh, turning over the plush animal looking at the tag attached to the back of one its hind legs. It said it was a European wolf.

Great! In Italy they say its an Italian wolf, making it their country's national animal.

We'll if it isn't obvious by now you like Italy. Well North Italy, since there is two of them. The happy Italian always makes your heart flutter, no matter what! Even when someone just mentions his name!

Feliciano Vargas

Oh your your heart is pounding right now. Well, you better get to the plaza now.

~mini timeskip brought to you by pasta!~

You were wandering around the plaza wondering what you supposed to be doing. I mean really, that letter wasn't very helpful.

After walking around for about five minutes you heard a voice that made you freeze, and your heart do summersaults. "~Ve, _____, is that you!?"

You turn around hiding your face in the plushie. Peaking over the top of the toy you spot your Italian crush.

"F-Feli?!" You take notice that he's wearing a long dress with embroidery and an apron. It suited him in some strange way.

"It is-a you. How are you _____!?" He said giving you a hug.

"I-I'm good. Is that what they made you wear?"

"Yeah." He smiled. Also very strange, he didn't seem the least bit upset about the blackmail. Wait Feliciano was a pretty big airhead, he might have not even been blackmailed.

"Feli, did you get an embarrassing photo in the mail?"

"Yeah, you want to see?" He says starting to pull something out of the apron pocket.

"No No, don't show me that!" You say putting your hands over his telling him to picture back.

He does return the picture to the apron pocket, and gives you a genuinely confused look with his big golden eyes.

You only sigh in response.

"Oh I see you have an Italian wolf! That's my national animal!"

Quick don't allow him to find out about your crush! "Feli, this is an European wolf. I am a European country too ya know."

You knew he was about to go on about this was actually his national animal so you had to think fast. "Besides whoever set this thing up, is going to get a earful! I mean look at this who wants me to wear this tiny swimsuit!?"

"I think you look beautiful in it!"

You shoot him a befuddled look.

Then he tries to correct himself. "What I mean is- well you'd look beautiful without out it on too... No No No, not-a naked! I meant in-a your normal clothes! It's just, uh-"

"Feli, I understand what you meant. It's ok!" You tell him blushing like mad.

"Oh, that's-a good!" He says hugging you again.

These hugs were going be hard to deal with, considering how much of your skin was exposed.

"Uh, Feli, why don't we try to find out who set this up." You say slipping out of his arms. Starting to walk down the path.

"Ok, sounds good!" He said skipping after you!

---

Even before the two of you reached the park square, you heard the familiar sounds of arguing.

You turned the corner to see the Allies arguing. It seemed like a younger France was tied up on the ground, England was standing over him waving his wand with the star on the end, in frustration. And nearby stood America and China. And was that Russia that just slunk down into a manhole?

"Arthur!" You shouted, to get his attention.

He quickly spun around, looking at you. "Oh, _____! Looks like you received a letter as well."

"Yeah, I did. Italy too." You said pointing to the Italian. "What's up with Francy-no-pants." You say pointing at France.

"We have deduced that he is the one who planned this whole thing!"

"Non! It wasn't me!" He shouted.

You looked down at him then back at England.

"Are you sure? My letter had mentioned there was more then one culprit." You told them.

Everyone's gaze slowly shifted from you to Francis. "merde!" Cursed under his breath.

"What's going on France?"

France began to sweat nervously.

"P-Pierre!" he screamed. As he did his white feathered friend dive-bombed out of the sky, slicing the ropes. France sprang up and ran away as fast as he could.

"Get back here you wanker!" England yelled.

"He is definitely in on this." You sighed.

"But why would big brother France do that?" Feliciano asked innocently.

Everyone remained silent.

Then America coughed. "Why don't we catch up with him, maybe he'll tell who his accomplice is."

"That's a good idea! I'll call in some help!" China said pulling out a cell phone from... somewhere unknown.

He starts speaking Chinese into the phone, then the call ended. "Well, we can start looking awhile." He said walking off in the direction the Frenchman went.

---

"So Italian dude," America said slinging his arm around Italy, like they were friends. "Remember, when you were over at my place and you told me about that thing? Have you done anything about it yet?"

Feliciano's eyes widened. "America! No, quiet, she'll hear you." He whisper shouted.

You raised an eyebrow, slightly glancing at them behind you, before turning forward again, still straining your ears to listen.

"You haven't even told her yet, have you?" Alfred said disappointed.

Then there was crazy shouts, making everyone in the group turn towards the sounds.

You see China's army running down the path carrying the little France bound by ropes again. They throw him towards Yao before continuing on their merry way.

"Alright Francis," Arthur said looming over him. "We know you're in on it, who else?" He asked cocking his wand, and giving him a dark glare.

Italy held on to you, burying his head in your neck. "He's not going to hurt big brother France is he?"

You were going to tell Britain to bring it down a notch, when a voice speaks up.

"Don't worry Ita, hola everyone."

"Spain?" England said spinning around to see the Spaniard walking out from the shrubbery. "What are you doing?"

"Well, I couldn't let you beat up my friend, besides we were the ones who set this up."

"What!? Maybe we could believe Prussia, but you!?" America exclaimed.

"Fusososososo," he laughed.

"Why, what was the point?" You ask.

"We thought it would be fun to spend the day in funny costumes!" Spain said lightheartedly.

"Then why the blackmail?" Britain demanded.

"How else were we going to get you here?" France deadpanned. England's face reddened with rage.

That's when Arthur intervened. "Are we going to trust that you're not going to still release our photos?"

"Sure, here I'll even give back you're pictures if you untie France."

The allies comply, letting the little France go. He runs over to Spain, much as a dog would scamper back to its owner.

"Spain, the pictures." Britain said flatly.

Then Toni threw the collection of pictures in the air, sending them every which way.

You scrambled for the nearest one hoping it was yours. It wasn't, it was Prussia's. you grab another it was England's.

Through the scrambling around you spotted Feliciano sitting on the ground holding A photo, staring at it with his widened eyes.

He suddenly looked up at you. "Bella, this is my flag."

That's when you realize he's holding your photo!

You toss the meaningless pictures aside, diving towards your own photo.

You land on top him, now firmly holding your picture. Your face was painted a bright red, trying not to look at him.

"Bella? Why do you have that blanket? Is it bec-mmph?!"

You smashed you lips on his, quieting the frantic Italian. Once you pull away, you look into his golden eyes, looking for some kind of sign.

His lips curl up into a huge smile, before jumping onto you knocking you over, kissing you back.

"Ti amo!"