HetaOni (Hetalia x Reader x 2P! Hetalia)

Chapter 17 1/2 (Part 2)

---Chapter XVII 1/2: Disappearance (Part 2)---

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"Ciao, Luci."

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///Reader's PoV///

After my greeting, I looked at him lovingly and threw my arms around him, crying like a little girl.

Nah, just kidding.

What I did do, was step towards him unsteadily whilst looking down. Raising my fist, I did what I wanted to do as soon as I saw him again.

I hit him.

I punched his chest with all the strength I could muster. He didn't react at all. He didn't move. Maybe he was still in shock, finding out that I was back...or maybe he didn't feel a thing. I don't know. I just threw him a punch. And another. And another.

Limiting my vision to just his tan military uniform, I didn't look at him in the eye. I just wanted to hit him. Why?

Because he was an idiot. That's why.

After a few hits, I stopped. I just clutched his uniform tightly, feeling my eyes water.

Seeming to start to absorb the happening, Luciano spoke softly, "....(Second Name)..."

I raised my head and met gazes with his magenta-coloured eyes. My tears were already streaming down my cheeks, and I tried to hide the trembling of my lips, but to no avail. His facial expression was something I couldn't quite read at the moment, but it was like a mixture of shock, fear, and...and their was a softness in his gaze that I can't seem to understand. As soon as I saw it, he looked away. "You...you shouldn't be here, ragazza..."

"Idiot! Why the hell are you still saying that?!" I exclaimed, grabbing his collar, as if threatening him. "Do you honestly think that I would've been able to live my life not knowing if you guys made it out alive or not??!! Huh?!"

Luciano gave a shaky breath. "Y-You would've been able to forget about us eventually..."

"Impossible." I answered directly, my voice serious.

He flinched a bit, unable to respond. "Never. Not in a million years...would I ever forget. The good things. The bad things. The times when were in this mansion. The times when we would fight. The times when we would get along. The people we were with. I wouldn't forget all that. I don't want to forget all that. The 1Ps. 2Ps...

and you.

This is all from the very bottom of my heart. So please..." I paused, clutching his collar tighter. "...Please don't tell me something that I would never want."