The Returned (APH/Hetalia)

Chapter 4

A/N: Well... I am the most horrible person in the world. I haven't updated in ages... I wish I could say that I have been experiencing writers block or something else had come up, but I have just been really lazy and unmotivated. Sorry... anyway, here's your next chapter!

It had been a completely normal and uneventful day for Roderich. He had been home almost all day. He had gone on his normal stroll in the morning and then just relaxed in his house, trying to find inspiration to write another song, but after his wife, Elizabeta, died in a crash, along with a bus full of children, he hadn't been able to find the motivation to write.

Throughout the entire day, he hadn't been able to write anything, and as dinnertime was getting closer, he decided to go grocery shopping. It didn't take him long to find what he needed and then he was ready to head home.

He casually walked out on the parking lot and made his way towards his car. He was alone, but there were other cars in the parking lot, which belonged to the people inside the store. It was very quiet, but he didn't think much of it. He only cared about getting home. He opened the door to the driver seat in his car and entered. He started the car and peacefully drove out of the parking lot and out on the road towards his home. Even though the drive wasn't that long, he put on some of his favourite music. Classical music. He leaned back in his seat and relaxed, letting the soothing sounds of music run through his veins.

He was about five minutes away from his house when he noticed something strange. A young, blonde girl was standing at the side of the road. As he began passing her, minding his own business, he noticed the girl's facial features. He recognized the face immediately, but couldn't believe his own eyes. While passing her, he kept his eyes on her. He couldn't comprehend the sight before him. He was so mesmerized that he didn't notice that he almost hit a teenage boy running across the road. He quickly stepped on the brakes and made short, but quick, eye contact with the teen. He seemed disturbed, maybe even scared. He felt as if he had seen him before, but he couldn't recall. He had blue eyes and blonde hair with a cowlick. The teen quickly started running again and disappeared out of sight in a matter of seconds. Roderich shook his head and tried to regain focus. He then continued driving towards his home.

At the time he reached his home, he had finally convinced himself that what he saw was just a hallucination. An illusion. A side effect from being tired. However, he couldn't stop thinking about it. About her. She was dead. She died a long time ago. Why would he think of her? And her of all people? He knew her brother, he was somewhat obsessed with money, and talked to her a few times. But why her? She died along with his wife, Elizabeta, and no one ever spoke of them since.

When he reached the door to his house, he inserted the key and entered. He was on his way to his bedroom, but suddenly froze when he realized. Why were the lights on? He was sure that he had remembered to turn them off before leaving. So who had turned them on again? Was there a thief in his house? A burglar? Or maybe even a murderer?

He began panicking frantically inside himself. He slowly and quietly turned around to perhaps avoid encountering the intruder. One step at a time, he was carefully heading out of the house.

"What are you doing, honey?"

~Somewhere else~

Antonio had been having a quite lovely day. He had made breakfast for Romeo and himself, dropped Romeo off at the school and headed for the kindergarten to start his day of work. He loved his job. He loved children. However, every now and then some of the children would remind him of his own little brothers, who died in a crash six years ago. Bad memories, but he knew that it was something that he had to put behind him. He had Romeo to take care of. Romeo relied on him. He was keeping him sane.