HetaOni (Hetalia x Reader x 2P! Hetalia)

The Case of Luciano Vargas (HetaOni Special)

=HetaOni (Hetalia x Reader x 2P! Hetalia) Special Series=


"The Case of Luciano Vargas"


((Warning: This contains themes darker than what I usually write, so please take caution. That is all, thank you!)) 

((Also, the story being told takes place in the past, so it is not a continuation of the main HetaOni fic. It is more like, a backstory of it :>))

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[Atto 1]
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This world is the same as it had always been.


It is filled with hate and greed. Filled with people who always put themselves first. It is full of chaos. A world where they are driven with the desire for power, without a care of who they step on to attain even the slightest ray of it.


Si.



This is the world I was born in.


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Screams. Terror. Chaos. Death.



It was a case of being in power and being overpowered. It was an event overrun by those who seek to take what they want, at the cost of another's downfall. It was a time of utter destruction of one another.



It was war.



Soldiers left and right, heading towards the enemy's brigade fearlessly trudging the land as if it were already the foes' own. Civilians panicking and trying desperately to run away from the inevitable. Guns were fired, bombs were thrown, and people...people were hurt. People were crying out. People were trying to get away, but were unable to. People were scared. People were...losing hope.


And worst of all, there was nothing he could do.


Somewhere safe, somewhere far from the chaos, yet able to oversee everything...was that man.



That weak man.


A young-looking brunette with hazel orbs that depicted innocence. His eyes that had watered and shed tears for the state his country was in, his people were in. His eyes that looked like its owner believed in the good of people and never wanted to do anything with this bloodshed.


Such a shame it had to change.


To change into eyes of fear, fear of not being able to do anything. On the brink of losing everything that he held on to, but still be himself. How those eyes of his looked like he wanted someone else to face everything that he so denies to exist.


How ironic for it to be me.


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"What are you waiting for, Italy?! Shoot them, they're enemies!" his boss barked at him, waiting for the personification to bring the enemy soldiers before him to their end. The three enemies were already paralysed, surrounded and already aware that they were going to get killed.


The brunette was immobilized himself, unable to even pull the trigger. "B-But boss! We already caught them! There's no need to kill them.." he tried to reason, trembling as he did.


"There is. We are at war with them, and these soldiers need to be given what they deserve for trying to infiltrate our territory." the superior relayed.


"But--"


"Don't forget, these men have killed our soldiers and civilians. Your people."


Hearing that sparked something in Italy that he did not understand. That's right...these people are also those savages who relentlessly destroyed his peoples' homes...and lives.


"Dispose of these trash. Now." his boss told him darkly.


One of the enemy soldiers looked up, "Please, no! I... I have children waiting for my return. I beg of you... hurt us all you want, cut off our arms if you wish... just please let us live... Have mercy..." he cried, his voice cracking. His words were desperate, but genuine, they can tell. But that doesn't change the superior's mind.


"Kill them. It's an order, Italia." his boss told him coldly, dismissing the enemy's pleas. The superior, along with other soldiers under him, started to leave. Leaving the trembling Italian to take care of what he was told to do.


Raising his gun once more, the brown haired Italian slowly pulled the trigger. "I...I have to.... I have to do this... I...." he murmured, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.


The soldier who spoke before cried out, "Please, no!! Please... we beg of you..."


"No... it's an order.. I.. for my people...I have to..." Italy continued to murmur, trying to convince himself as he was about to shoot...but...




"I CAN'T DO THIS!!" he shouted, breaking down and falling to his knees.



And at the moment he fell, was the moment I rose.



Amidst the hysteria, the smoke, the gunpowder...and the insanity...


...I came to exist.


Right before their very eyes, I had appeared. Not to save them, but to do the complete opposite.


As I opened my eyes that time, I was able to perceive everything. The war, the chaos, the screams in the distance, the evils that these mortals pushed towards themselves and towards others. That condition of the world, from that time when I was born, was what I considered to be beautiful.


And I wanted more.


Looking at the sight before me were soldiers tied down; paralysed, unable to move. They were astounded by my sudden appearance, but that didn't change the look in their eyes. They were afraid. Desperate. Hopeless.


Vulnerable.


Seeing this pathetic sight made my laugh. "Perfetto."


"W-Wait..who...who are you...?" the hazel-eyed Italian had asked me, making me turn around to see him still kneeling on the ground with a tear-stricken face. How weak.

Turning my back against him, I drew out all of my beloved knives. It was all so new to me, yet at the same time I already knew what I was supposed to do with them.

With all my strength, I expertly threw my knives directly at those soldiers' hearts. Instantly killing them one by one.


"Arghh..you...what are you..." the first soldier said as he coughed out blood. He already had one of my knives driven deep into his flesh, his heart. Killing him moments later, and making the other soldiers look at him in horror.


One.


Without taking the time of day to answer his question, I threw another one at the other soldier's eyes. He screamed in utter pain, "Ahhh!! Bastard...you..." He wasn't able to finish whatever he was to say, given that I threw another one directly at his heart and throat.


Two.


The hazel-eyed Italian behind me could not move a muscle, yet cried out, "Stop!! Stop this!"


"Stop this? Stop this?!" I repeated sarcastically. With all the knives I had left, I threw the sharp objects at full force towards the last soldier.


Three.


His bloodcurdling scream was all I needed to hear. I laughed even more. "They deserve this! And besides--you're the one who wanted this!"


"What?! I... No... I didn't.... This isn't..." he suddenly stopped murmuring. He fell silent for a while, but then spoke, "...Who are you supposed to be...?"


Turning around, his hazel eyes met with my magenta coloured orbs. Looking down on him, I smirked.



"You."