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2P!ItalyxReader Alone in Your Own Home

She was alone at home…again. She thought that Oliver’s pleading to the others would make them let her leave the house more often. But no, she was to stay home alone. And she wouldn’t DARE break the rules. Little sister or no…she would be punished for breaking the rules. Alfred and Matthew were her brothers and to say that they were over protective was an understatement. They practically controlled her entire life. She sighed; maybe she should stand up for herself. But then again…how could she…they scared the ever loving life out of her.

She shook her head, she had to do something…sitting alone in a house with no way to escape made her feel horrible…she was a prisoner in her own home. She looked down at herself and sighed, maybe she should take a shower do something to take her mind off of her gilded cage.


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“That American and that Canadian are hiding something…they must have more information than they give credit for.” A certain Italian said to his red eyed Japanese friend and tall German friend who was sitting stroking the back of one of his three cats.

“I agree, zhere does seem to be somezhing else on their mind…like a serious secret.” He said.

The Japanese male nodded, “What do you think that they are hiding, though?” he asked.

“Something pivotal no doubt.” The Italian said.

“Or it could be something embarrassing.” The German laughed.

The Italian nodded, “They are hiding something…what with the way they look at us at every meeting, it’s too suspicious.”

“I agree…but how can we know for sure that they’re just not being their usual irritating selves.” Japan said.

“No there’s something else.” 2P! Italy said.

“Vell…ve should investigate soon.” 2P! Germany agreed.

“Aren’t they out today?” 2P! Japan laughed.

“Si…Si they are aren’t they?” the Italian with the reddish eyes said with a dark smile, “We should go and take a look around.

“How long will they be out of the house?” the dark German asked.

“I think several hours…based on the conversation I just happened to overhear about them having another meeting of the old Allies.” The red eyed Japanese male said.

“Perfect!” the Italian said with a dark glint in his eyes.


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(Name) walked into the library and looked at all the different books…all the ones that she would have wanted to read she had read several times already. She sighed, ‘time to start from the beginning I suppose.’ She thought bitterly as she walked to the first book on the shelves and pulled it out.

Two chapters in and she was already bored. She put it away and sighed softly, “Fuck…all I want is the chance to get out there and spread my wings…we’re not in a war any more…there’s no reason to hide me and my Island…no one is going to take me away from you Alfred…Matthew…you’re my brothers…and I’ll always love you…but all I want is to go out and find myself.”

She looked down, if only she had the guts to actually say that to them.


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“Vell, ve’re here…und no dogs…gutt…” the German said.

“Alright…we need to get inside…” the Italian said.

“Reave that to me~” the Japanese male said and picked the lock…as they made their way inside they had no idea what they would find, so they each had their guard up.


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(Name) made her way to her bedroom and flopped down onto her bed and sighed. She looked over and saw her now gone pet bird’s cage…in an act of defiance she had released the Lark to be free from its gilded cage…as she never would be. She sighed and sat up and on a whim began to sing one of her favorite show tunes.

“Green finch and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it you sing?
How can you jubilate,
Sitting in cages,
Never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits,
Beckoning, beckoning,
Just beyond the bars.
How can you remain,
Staring at the rain,
Maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing
Anything?
How is it you sing?
Green finch and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it you sing?
Whence comes this melody constantly flowing?
Is it rejoicing or merely halloing?
Are you discussing or fussing
Or simply dreaming?
Are you crowing?
Are you screaming?
Ringdove and robinet,
Is it for wages,
Singing to be sold?
Have you decided it's
Safer in cages,
Singing when you're told?”


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In the living room of the home the three intruders froze in their tracks as the haunting song flowed from the second floor.

“My cage has many rooms,
Damask and dark.
Nothing there sings,
Not even my lark.
Larks never will, you know,
When they're captive.
Teach me to be more adaptive.
Green finch and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
Teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly,
Let me sing.”

“What…was…that?” the Italian exclaimed as they all drifted to the stairs and stared up.

“Could it be haunted?” the scarred German asked.

“Highly unlikely.” 2P! Italy said.

“We should check it out then.” The Japanese man said and they all began to ascend the stairs.


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As her song finished (Name) curled up on her side and drifted off to sleep tears staining her cheeks.


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Soon the three intruders stumbled upon a room they hadn’t even dreamed of on the door was a sign that read ‘(Name’s) Room’.

“Who’s (Name)?” The Italian asked the other two, who shrugged.

2P! Italy was the one to open the door and what he saw inside made him feel so many different emotions. Shock was at the forefront. ‘Who is that…angel?’ he thought, hoping his face didn’t give away the slight speeding up of his heart against his rib cage. He had never felt something like that before. This girl, the way her hair flowed around her head her pink tinted cheeks…and the way her perfect (chest size) breasts moved with every breath. He was not a romantic by any means…but something about this girl stirred something…weak inside of him. And that angered him.

“What the hell?” he exclaimed in a hushed whisper not wanting to wake the sleeping girl up.

“Zhis is vhat zhey are hiding…a girl?” the German said.

“Maybe we should leave them a surprise…an empty room.” The tattooed male of the group suggested.

“Are you saying we take the ragazza with us?” the Italian said an evil smirk growing on his face.

“Hai. Just to scare them for all those pranks they like to pull.” The Japanese male said growing a smirk of his own.

“Vell…how do ve move her vithout vaking her?” the German asked then answered his own question by reaching into his jacket pocket, glad he rarely cleaned them out, “Chloroform.” He said, “To be sure she doesn’t vake before ve have her back at…vho’s house?” he asked.

“Mine.” The Italian volunteered, “It’s the largest and the last place anyone would suspect.”

The other two agreed and they set to work.


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(Name’s) eyes drifted open and she yawned. She looked around and froze. Where were her light green walls? Where were her sheer curtains covered in little ribbon rose-buds? Where was her family photo laden white dressing table/desk? Where was her empty bird cage? Why wasn’t she on her white painted bed with the light blue bedding? This wasn’t her room.

This wasn’t any room that she recognized.

“I…I’m out of the house…” she said with shock in her voice.

Suddenly a feeling of giddiness overtook her. She sat up.

“I’m out of the house!” she exclaimed, “Oh my god!”

That’s when fear struck her, yes she was out of the house, but where was she? She looked around as her panic over took her. They would surely blame her for this…they’d think she’d left the house and been kidnapped…but she hadn’t all she had done was fall asleep in her room.

“Oh god…where am I?!” she cried out.

At that moment a large door opened and she scurried over to the corner of the bed she had been laying on. She stared at the door as three men walked in. The first was a mid-sized man with auburn hair and red-violet eyes and a knife sheath on the hip of his brown uniform. The next was an large man with blond hair and a scar on his cheek, he had a dark brown cap sat lazily on his head. The final was a smaller male with hair as black as a crow and red bright red eyes that reminded her of her brother’s. Who were these guys? What did they want with her?

“Wh…where am I?” she squeaked, she lived with Alfred and Matthew, she shouldn’t be afraid of anyone.

“You’re in my home, ragazza?” the auburn haired one said, “We were curious as to what that idiot American and Canadian were hiding…I think the best question would be, who are you?”

“I…I…” she stammered frightened as the man had pulled his knife out and was simply playing with it.

She swallowed and remembered what her brothers always told her, don’t give out any
information…especially not for free.

“I…I’ll only tell you that if you tell me who you are.” She said in more of a confident voice than she had expected, especially since she didn’t feel confident.

This made the Italian chuckle and he smirked at the young woman before him. He liked her spunk as well, she was even better than he’d imagined.

“Fair enough.” He grinned, “I’m Luciano, the 2P! version of Italy. This is Lutz and Kuro, the 2P! versions of Germany and Japan respectively.”

(Name) remembered her brother talking about these guys, they were the former axis powers. That frightened her, did her brothers tell them about her…was she going to be some sort of bartering chip in some sick plan. That wasn’t going to happen.

“What in the hell do you want with me?!” she asked a slight anger rising in her.

Lutz laughed lazily and Kuro looked at Luciano who had a wide smirk on his face. He waved the knife as though it were his finger.

“Ah, ah, ah, tell us who you are and then I may entertain more questions.” He replied.

She sighed, “I’m (First Name) (Last Name), also known as (First Name) Jones or (First Name) Williams.” She said with a roll of her eyes.

“Who are you to them? Their wife?” Kuro asked her.

“Answer my question first.” She said.

“Nein, who are you to zhem, zhen ve tell you vhy ve take you.” Lutz said with a dark look.

She managed to squeak out, “I’m their sister.”

All three guys faces went blank. She was related to them. She was a nation of
sorts and they had kidnapped her. ‘This just got more interesting.’ The Italian though.

“Well, in answer to why you’re here…your brothers were acting weird and we wanted to know why and for not sharing such a vital piece of information as you…we decided to take you with us to scare them.” He said, “There’s no exit other than this one and you’re stuck here until our demands are met.”

(Name) began to slightly cower, but then she shook her head, “Do you have a death wish or something? You know my brothers will kill you for this right?”

“I doubt they could.” He said in a cocky voice.

“You haven’t lived with them.” She said in a slightly irritated voice.

All three men laughed as she crossed her arms and fell back onto her back on the bed, “They probably won’t notice until late…” she muttered.

The two others walked out giving the Italian a moment with her as he had requested earlier. He made his way over to her the bed and sat down. She looked at him and then away once more.

“Something the matter?” he asked and took a knife out again and began to play with it.

“What’s it to you?” she growled.

“Nothing…I’m just curious…seeing as how most girls would be sobbing right now…and you’re just mildly inconvenienced.” He said.

“I’m related to Alfred Jones and Matthew Williams…do you really think that I’m easily shaken?” she asked.

“True…but what was that about them not noticing? Something is bothering you.” He said.

“Why do you care?” she asked.

He couldn’t answer that so he lied, “I don’t but you need to talk…so pretend I do.” He said gruffly.

She sighed and sat up on her elbows, “Do you know what it’s like to be alone in your own home?” she asked.

He looked at her confused but she went on, “I mean when people are there…I’m practically their prisoner…I’m hidden away like I’m delicate…do you realize that this is the first time I’ve been out of there without an escort by one of them?” she asked.

He was shocked but something in his heart felt odd at this…he felt bad for her…did he have feelings for her?

He didn’t know where it came from but what he said next shocked both him and her, “If you ever want to get out again you can call me you know, I’ll sneak you out.”

“What?” she asked in shock.

“You heard me.” He muttered.

“Why would you do that?” she asked him.

“I don’t know…” he said.

“But would you really do it?” she asked him.

“Si…” he nodded.

What happened next neither expected but neither opposed either. She practically glomped him and kissed him deeply. They sat with their lips connected for a long time. Moving together, his knife long forgotten and her fears dissipated. They rolled to where he was on top of her and kissing along her jaw, the passionate side of the Italian taking hold.

All to soon their little embrace was broken apart…along with the bedroom door. They shot apart in shock as the door was broken by the German.

“Those psychos have arrived if you two want a chance to be alone…for your own good…I’d recommend running now…” Lutz explained.

“My place~?” she suggested with a smirk.

“You read my mind~” he said and tossed her over his shoulder laughing as she protested and ran off.
This is a birthday gift for :icongoldenrainfalling: I hope you like this. ^^ Happy belated birthday.

This is also my first attempt at the 2P! Axis...I hope I did well...

I do not own Hetalia or the affiliated characters.
I do not own you.
I do own the story and ideas.
Song is Green Finch and Linnet Bird from Sweeney Todd.
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