Dear Journal.. (Hetalia - Romano's Final Rant)

Discovery

Because of the support everyone here gave to my little story here, I decided to publish here the 10 other chapters that I published in Fanficion.net under the name AnnaleseVonRieges :)

Chapter One:

Discovery

"Dear Journal,

I dreamt of Nonno this morning. He had that huge smile with him again. It was really fun to look at. It really made me happy. I ran to him and tugged at his clothes as I raised my arms up. I wanted him to carry like he always did when I was still a child.

"Nonno!" I remember my small self say. "Carry me, Nonno! Nonno!" I smiled happily at him as I kept tugging his cloak. Why wasn't he looking at me?

Then, I remember him look beyond and grinned. "Veneziano!" I blinked. Veneziano? Who's that? "V-veneziano? Nonno, I'm Romano! Romano, Nonno! Ro-ma-no!" I felt a little bit of panic swell up my chest as I kept on tugging and pulling.

"Nonno!" I froze then slowly looked behind me. There, running towards my Nonno outstretched arms, was a little boy, a bit smaller than me, and jumped to enclose him with a tight embrace. "N-nonno?" I whimpered. "Who's.. who's he?"

I saw the boy look down at me with those brown orbs of his and I felt my body freeze. "Fratello?" he said with that squeaky voice of his. 'Fratello?' He's my... brother? I felt tears burn from my eyes –whether from happiness or anger, I don't know- and ran. I ran and ran and ran.

That was the last thing I've remembered from that dream. It hurt, Journal. It really did. I already knew that.. that Veneziano was grandpa's favorite.

That was the first time that I ever felt rejection. I know that he didn't really flat-out reject me but.. Nonno hugged him instead of me, right? That had to mean something.

I don't know Journal. I don't know what to do after that. I don't have a fucking clue.

End.

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"It's time to see Lovi~" Antonio, the personification of Spain, grinned happily to himself as he brought a paper bag filled with ripe tomatoes. He knew that the Southern Italian absolutely loved tomatoes so the brunette never failed to bring some his freshly grown babies.

The Spaniard skipped all the way to the Italian's front door. He knocked on the door with his knuckled as he hummed a happy tune. "Roooomaaaaaaa~" he called. He kept knocking and knocking on the wooden door before frowning. His little tomate never took this long in answering. If he did, he could always count on the string of curses that accompanied the man. "Roma, I'm coming in." He twisted the knob then entered the house.

Nothing really changed with the interior of the house. Contrary to popular belief, the older of the Italian twins firmly believed in cleanliness when it comes to his living space. Antonio scanned the living room and noted that nothing was out of place -he was always here so he knew where everything went- but still, something was wrong.

The place was quiet, the house felt empty.

Antonio knew that Lovino was capable of silence but it rarely happened. Unless...

Unless something bad happened to his precious tomatito.

Feeling his heart a hundred miles an hour, he raced to the Italian's room at the second floor. "Roma!" he shouted as he rapped his fists on the door. "Roma open up!" He tried kicking it when he was answered by silenced. "O Dios mio Romano!" The Spaniard heaved his weight then propelled his body to the offending door.

The door opened with a violent crash as Antonio cradled his sore shoulder. He immediately scanned the room. It was dark, horrifyingly so. "R-roma?"

Then, he smelled it.

The metallic stench of blood filled his nose as he advanced inside. "Roma? Romano? Lovi?" The older male trembled as he ran his hand across the wall to look for the light switch.

His fingers finally hit something and the lights opened with a soft 'click'. He sighed in relief then turned around—

And froze.

There, slumped at the corner of the room, was the Italian that he desperately searched for. He took a step forward then stopped. "Lovi? Lovino!" Antonio screamed as he lurched towards the frail and still body. Blood. So much blood ebbed through the deep slices at the smaller male's wrist. "Oh Lovi.. What have you done?"