Neko!Hetalia x Reader 2
Chapter 7
A. . . Tomato?

"DUMB JERK BASTARD!" A yell was heard throughout the forest, making the birds and other animals flee.

"Shh Romano. You're going to give us away. . ." A Spanish voice hushed the the grumpy Italian known as Romano.

"Shut up Antonio! I can talk if I want to!" Romano trenched through the trees. "Why are we even here anyway jerk bastard?"

Antonio sighed. "We need to find her remember?"

Romano rolled his eyes. "Oh right. The 'oh-so beautiful' girl that probably doesn't even exist! It's probably just another one of Allistor's lies!" He huffed.

"Lie or not Roma, we have to check it out and bring the chicka back to our ship if she exists."

"Fine but-- HEY DON'T CALL ME THAT!!"

Antonio laughed as they finally made it to the large stone structure known as Castle Ollmhór. "This is it Romano. . . Now stay quiet. . ." Antonio instructed his Italian brother.

Romano just grumbled and rolled his eyes again. "Whatever jerk bastard. . ." He crossed his arms over his chest, an adorable pout shown on his face.

"I hear voices inside! Listen Roma!" Antonio cupped his ear with his hands to listen better.

"And that's why the wee lass is going to stay with me here!" Allistor's voice boomed as a slam sound was heard.

"No way! She'll be the queen of the Vikings, and I'll be the king!" Mathias spat back.

"Not if I have anything to say about it! She obviously knows more then she's telling us! I say she comes back with me and Alfred to London!"

"No way! She's mine! I'm her hero after all! _____'s my damsel! Me and _____ will find our own country!" Alfred cut in.

Arthur almost blew his top!

Outside, Antonio and Romano had made it to the window, they looked in and saw the Nordics, Arthur and Alfred, and Allistor sitting right by a (h/c) girl. He had his hand around her waist while Alfred had his arm around her upper back and shoulders protectively.

"Enough! Stop bickering about who I'm going to belong to! What if I don't want to belong to any of you? Did you ever think of that?!" You demanded.

They all stayed quiet.

"UGH!" You exclaimed and stood up abruptly.

"Now where do you think yer goin' lass?" Allistor asked.

"Me? I'm going back upstairs--!" You saw Allistor stand up and sighed. "--By my self!"

With that, you stormed up the stairs.

How dare they argue about who I'm going to belong to like I'm a common household object?! I'm a human being! You thought in anger as you walked into you and Allsitor's room and slammed the door.

"Damn. . .I wish I was back home with my countries. . ." You said to yourself as you looked out the window, another tear sliding down your face. . .

...

"How dare those bastards do that to her! That ragazza is upset!" Romano was angry.

"Si, I know Roma, we should probably help."

For once Romano didn't tell at Antonio for calling him 'Roma'. Romano was way too focused. That girl in the castle window was too pretty to be in this rough Scottish country! Romano had already fallen in love.

"Sì, let's go. I have a plan!" With that, Romano ran up to the castle window silently. (The window is on the 1st floor BTW, but it's a little bit off the ground.)

Antonio just smiled. "My little Roma's finally growing up. . ." He mumbled to himself quietly as he followed the grumpy Italian.

...

You sighed as you looked out the window in deep thought, blinking slowly in sadness. You had had enough of this 'time travel' thing, and just wanted to go home. And you missed your countries back home. The ones you know here, are just not the same.

"Psst! Bella!" You heard a hushed whisper. Well, more like a hiss.

You Walked over to the window, and sitting right there was a. . .Tomato?

Can that tomato talk?

No, I doubt it, that's just silly _____. Right? You thought to yourself.

"Ragazza?! We don't have much time!"

Wait, Ragazza? There's only one person you know that says that. . .

"Romano?" You asked, looking at the tomato. Sure enough, there was a hand holding the red fruit.

Then a head popped up.

Yep, it was defiantly Romano.

But is it your Romano?

"How do you know my name bella ragazza?"

Nope, not your Roma! Damn!

You quickly thought of a comeback. "I heard someone yell it a few minutes ago. Are you talking to yourself?"

"No! I have a jerk bastard with me!" He looked back and growled.

You giggled on the inside. . . Spain. He is with Spain.

"Oh." You couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Sì, well. . . Come with us Bella! We'll save you!" He said, extending his hand.

You looked back worriedly and bit your lip. Soon, the others will be coming, and they won't be happy with you.

You thought for a moment and grabbed Romano's hand just as the door slammed open and a very drunk yell was heard.

"WHERE ARE YOU LOVE?!" It was Arthur.

As much as you would love to see drunk Arthur, you had to go.

Romano grabbed you bridal-style and ran after Antonio.

The Italian laughed a little. "You're even more beautiful in the moonlight!" He smiled.

Romano smiled?! You smiled back. "Y--You can put me down now you know right?"

"Nah, you're not that heavy ragazza. That was close though huh?"

"Yeah, I thought I was a gonner!"

Romano laughed a little. "Well don't worry, you're safe now ragazza."

"_____."

"Huh?"

"My name's _____."

"Well it's nice to meet you _____! I'm first mate Romano Vargas, to the Gold doubloon."

"Aye, and I'm Captain Antonio Carriedo, nice to meet you chica!"

"I think you'll like the jerk bastard's ship a lot better than this rough castle."

"Th--Thanks I guess?"

"No problem! Francis and Gilbert will be so excited when I tell them that I found the one and only beauty of Castle Ollhór! I can't wait for you to meet them chica!" Antonio looked back and smiled.

Wait. . . Antonio, Francis, and Gilbert?! Oh no!

You were being taken to the other 2 members of the Bad Touch Trio!

Before you could even struggle or try to run, three huge ships were in front of you.

The first one was yellow and red with the Spanish flag. Antonio's.

The second was red white and blue with roses all over it and the French flag. Francis's.

And finally, the third was blue, black, and gold with the Prussian flag. Gilbert's.

You were in trouble now. . .

You get away from the British, the Scots, and the Vikings, only to be brought onto the hands of the BTT pirates!!

You sighed as you and Romano walked up the ramp onto Antonio's ship.

As Romano would say. . .Crapola!