Chibitalia x Reader: Whistle While You Work

~Just whistle while you work
And cheerfully together we can tidy up the place
So hum a merry tune
It won't take long when there's a song to help you set the pace~


“(y/n), can you-a help me put the dishes in the cupboard? I can’t-a reach!” Chibitalia whined as you smiled and walked over. You carefully took the plates and bowls and stacked them neatly in the cupboard.


You began humming as you worked while Chibitalia looked at you with a curious expression. You began whistling a cheerful tune as Chibitalia pursed his lips and tried.


“What’s the matter? Can’t whistle?” you asked as you kneeled down to his eye-level. He nodded and tried to whistle.


“Like this” you puckered your lips and blew out a straight tune. Chibitalia tried again until he finally did it.


“I find that my work goes faster when I hum or whistle a song” you chirped as Chibitalia and you began humming/whistling a cute song.


“What’s the next chore on the list?” you asked as Chibitalia pulled out a piece of paper.


“Sweeping the outside-a deck and the back porch” he answered as you both walked outside to the tool shed. Chibitalia pulled out two brooms, the push-broom and the simple broom.


~And as you sweep the room
Imagine that the broom is someone that you love
And soon you'll find you're dancing to the tune~


Chibitalia watched as (y/n) swept the leaves, dirt and garbage up in a flowing fashion. She seemed to almost be dancing as she swept. Chibitalia mimicked her motions and swept carefully.


“It’s fun to pretend to dance when you sweep, try it Italy!” (y/n) giggled as he nodded and began spinning and twirling.


“This is the most fun I’ve ever had-a while cleaning” Chibitalia squealed


“See? Now we’re finished!” (y/n) chimed as the two disposed of the swept-up contents. (y/n) replaced the brooms as they both walked inside the house.


~Just whistle while you work
Put on that grin and start right in to whistle loud and long
Just hum a merry tune
Just do your best and take a rest and sing yourself a song~


“I’ll make us lunch, ok?” (y/n) smiled as Chibitalia’s face broke out into a huge grin. When she cooked, he actually enjoyed the food rather than Austria’s food that he makes. Chibitalia usually did the simple tasks while (y/n) was left with the difficult ones, meaning that the two didn’t work together often.


“Isn’t is your day off of work?” Chibitalia asked with concern.


“Yes, but I wanted to help you. It gives me something to do” (y/n) replied as she made them sandwiches. She packed them in a small bundle and carried it outside. Chibitalia followed after her.


“I was thinking we could eat outside and enjoy the fresh air and sunshine” (y/n) giggled as they sat on a grassy hill before eating their lunch. Out of the corner of her eye, (y/n) spotted a flash of blonde hair.


“There’s plenty here to share, Holy Rome” she called out as the blonde boy came forward shyly.


“Hi Holy Rome!” Chibitalia smiled as the boy blushed and sat next to them in the grass.


“I don’t mean to intrude…..I was hungry and the food looked good” he nervously explained


“They’re really yummy. Have one!” Chibitalia handed one to the little conqueror as he bit into it. Holy Rome’s eyes grew wide as he scarfed down the sandwich.


“Those were very good” he smiled


“I’m glad you liked them” (y/n) smiled as the two younger nations ate and talked to one another. (y/n) played with the two and taught them a special song to remember. Chibitalia sung happily whilst Holy Rome sung to the best of his abilities.


~When there's too much to do
Don't let it bother you, forget your troubles,
Try to be just like a cheerful chick-a-dee~


Chibitalia, (y/n) and Holy Rome became an adorable trio nicknamed by Hungary as the “Mother goose” trio, for Chibitalia and Holy Rome following behind (y/n) like baby geese. But when the time came for Holy Rome to leave for war, Chibitalia and (y/n) bid him farewell with heavy hearts.


“I miss Holy Rome…” Chibitalia frowned as he stared at the broom. He had given his usual push-broom to Holy Rome as a parting gift. (y/n) had given him a hug and a locket with a photo of the three of them in it.


“I do to, but remember the song we learned together? I’m sure he’s singing it where he is too” (y/n) hugged Chibitalia close to her and cradled him in her arms.


*Timeskip*


~And whistle while you work
Come on get smart, tune up and start
To whistle while you work~


Italy whistled and hummed a happy song while he stirred a boiling pot of pasta.


“Will you stop humming that stupid song?! You whistle, hum and sing that damn song every damn day!” Romano hissed

“But I like it!” Italy whimpered


“Then keep it down!” he added as he marched out. Italy continued humming his song happily as he finished making his pasta.