Vanished {Hetalia Two-Shot}

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*art not mine but I cant find the artist :/*

*3rd PoV*

It was a rainy day in Venice. A fitting weather.

Many nations were present, all wearing dark clothes and some were holding an umbrella.

The death of a nation wasn't something that happened as often as it once did. Most had began to believe it wouldn't happen anymore.

When nations died, they didn't leave any corpse like humans do, they would simply vanish into thin air. Due to the lack of corpse, a memorial was made for each fallen national that was usually located somewhere in their capital, Veneziano's was in Venice.

The many nations stood in front of the square, almost box looking rock, on which was engraved 'In memory of Veneziano Italy". A memorial that was now surrounded by lots of flowers.

*Romano's PoV*

"Vene...", I whispered, secretly hoping for an answer from my brother. The heavy rain running down my face hid the waterfall that has become my eyes.

After a while, some nations had already said their goodbyes and began to leave. The only ones who stayed longer were Spain, Germany, Japan, Austria and Hungary.
Spain wouldn't leave my side since it happened while the others were pretty close to my brother.

Time flew by without me realizing it and soon enough, the sun had begun to go down and the only ones left were Spain and I.

Spain walked up to me, shielding me under his umbrella. "Romano, its getting late we should go."

I did a slightly nod before turning around to follow him.

I stopped to look back as Spain continued without realizing I wasn't following anymore.

That's when I saw him.

Veneziano.

A transparent, ghost-ish Veneziano.

He was sitting on the memorial, looking at me with a big smile but although he was smiling, the rain failed to hide the tears running down his face.

I ran back to the memorial and tried to hug him but just like last time, I phased through and ended up with my upper body leaning on the cubic stone.

Veneziano giggles a little and stood up next to me and I picked myself up as fast as I could. We were both standing there looking at each other for a few seconds but it felt like hours. The face I never thought I would see again was now the only thing I could see.

Veneziano then jumped on my neck and hugged me. The feeling of his weight around me, clinging to me. A feeling that normal would piss me off and make me yell at him to stop, a feeling that I now realized how much I miss. I tried to hug back, to hold him forever, to never loose the weight on my shoulders. All I wanted was to stop stopping him from leaving me a second time.

I fell to my knees in cries. "Vene..." I managed to choke out through my sobbing. "Don't... Don't leave me again. Please!"

He looked at me with a smile and sat back on the memorial.

"I'm sorry Romano, Holy Rome is waiting for me, he's the one who helped me come."

No....

Dont leave again...

Please...!

"Alright then..." I tried to smile, "You have to thank the idiot for me ok?" I put both arms in the air in a circle-like shape in an attempt to hug him. "Ciao, Fratello."

He hugged back, "I will" he giggled a bit before suddenly lighting up like a beacon of light and starting to disappear slowly. He put his hands on my head and gave me a smile. "Ciao fratello." The final sparks of light vanished.

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*3rd PoV*

The rain started to lighten as a few rays of sunshine peaked through, letting the beautiful sunset appear.

Romano slowly got up, a small smile appeared on his face, but it quickly disappeared when Spain's voice called to him.

"Romano? I know this is hard for you but you're gonna get a cold if you stay in the rain more. "

Romano used his sleeve to wipe off the tears as fast as he could, "Ya, ya. I'm coming jerk."

A slightly surprised expression spread on Spain's face, "Did something happen? You're back to your normal self. That's great to hear Romano!" He tried to cheer up the mood a little, ignoring the possibility of it ending up in a bad way.

"I was always normal! Stupid tomato bastard." Romano hit the other's arm, hiding the slight blush of embarrassment that covered his face.

Although he would never admit it, Romano was glad Spain was here for him, otherwise he would've been alone.
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Word count: 800

I really apologize for how long it took me, I was busy with back to school and some other personal issues...