Hetalia One Shots

Not What They Seem

Luciano groaned as the knocking at his door intensified. Trudging to the source of the sound, he flung the door open to find his brother, Flavio, with his hand raised. He was almost punched in the face, as Flavio tried to continue his constant knocking. Had it not been for his quick reflexes, he would have been hit, and that may have ended badly for everyone.

"Ugh, what do you want?" he asked as Flavio cheerfully skipped into the room. "I was trying to sleep you bastard. It's four in the morning!"

Flavio spun around to face his brother.

"It is NEVER too early for a visit from your dear, dear brother right?" He smiled, but there was a glint in his eye that made Luciano agree.

"Whatever. Bastard," he mumbled under his breath.

Flavio eyed his brother, studying him with a frown on his face. The silence was awkward, and Luciano shifted uncomfortably before shouting, "What are you staring at?!" at his brother.

"Your clothes. At least, I think they're clothes. They're disgusting!" Flavio exclaimed.

"Well excuse me for not sleeping in my nicer clothes!" Luciano retorted.

"What do you mean? I sleep in the softness and luxury of silk!"

Luciano rolled his eyes at his eccentric brother, following him into his bedroom.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Flavio said nothing and only began rummaging through the large wardrobe in the room. Pulling clothes out, he tossed them on the ground.

"Gross, gross, what even is this? Luciano you need to like, go shopping!" he said, continuing to throw clothing on the floor.

"What is this supposed to be?"

"Give me that!" Luciano exclaimed, pulling the hat out of Flavio's hands. Flavio just shuddered before resuming his search.

"You know what you need? More colors. This closet is full of like, black and dark red. Try some pink! I love pink!"

This time it was Luciano's turn to snarl in disgust.

"Pink? Why the hell would I do that?"

"Because pink is fabulous! At least try like, a scarf or something!" By now, Flavio had completely emptied the contents of the wardrobe onto the floor. He stared at the messy pile of clothes with a frown on his face.

"These all need to be burned."

"What?!" Luciano exclaimed.

"Maybe I can call Loki..." Flavio mumbled.

"No!" Luciano yelled, pulling his brother out of the room, Flavio protesting the whole way.

"I just don't want my little brother to look all sad and poor and stuff! Come shopping with me!"

Luciano shoved Flavio into the living room.

"I don't need to go shopping! Ok here, you want 'nicer clothes' for me? You left some here years ago. They're in the attic."

Flavio's eyes glowed.

"I left some of my clothes here? And you never gave them back?"

"You never asked, so stop being upset, bastard."

Flavio glared at his brother before punching him.

"Just go get them. I want them back."

"Only if you promise you won't make me go shopping."