Blossom (A 2p! PRUMANO - Hetalia FanFiction)

| Day One |

Flávio jingled the keys in his hand as he approached the front door.

His job was simple. All he had to do was stay at the house for the day, and make company for Lutz's older, and very lonely, brother - Siegmund.

Flávio rolled his eyes.

This is going to be a piece of cake.

Flávio slid the keys into the lock, and turned. The door make a clicking noise, and silently swung open. The mansion was large, and very clean. In honestly, it almost seemed untouched. Like no one had lived in it for years.

It made Flávio feel...uncomfortable.

Flávio shivered.

Focus. There's nothing creepy about this big, empty house.

Flávio walked inside, closing and locking the door behind him.

"CIAO?!" Flávio bellowed throughout the house, dropping his bag by the front door, and kicking off his designer boots, "ANYONE HOME?!"

When no answer came, Flávio huffed.

Where is he?

Flávio walked through the house. Banging his footsteps purposefully, to make his presence known. Although, without his boots, it didn't make much noise, just tired Flávio out.

When Flávio reached the stairs, he groaned.

Where the hell was that, 'Potato-Eating-Bastard'?? As Luciano would say.

Flávio burst through every door, slamming it shut as he found each room empty. As he reached the end of the hall on the second floor, he nearly bumped into a spiral staircase going up to...somewhere. Now, that he looked at it more. This particular staircase was hard to notice, it was well out of plain site, and nearly blended in with the beige walls. He only found it, because in his bratty-hissy fit, he nearly ran into it.

Flávio placed a hand on the banister, and leaned in to look up. It went up the what appeared to be an attic area. He groaned.

What was with these Germans?

Flávio stomped up the metallic stairs, nearly slipping on every other step. At the top of the staircase, was a black-carpeted landing, which lead down a small hallway to a gray door. Flávio shivered. There was that creepy feeling again.

He made his way down the hall, and hesitated as he grabbed the door knob. Suddenly, a surge of anger flowed through him.

He was Flávio Vargas. The most fabulous nation out there! He wasn't afraid of creepy doors, in creepy hallways, in creepy houses. Flávio bit his lip, and pushed open the door.

Flávio furrowed his eyebrows. The area was...Flávio didn't really have the words. It was large, perhaps taking up the space of the entire attic. The walls went up about ten-feet, which then slanted into the roof, reaching twelve-feet. The area was split into multiple rooms. It was like another entire house...on top of a house?

Flávio walked in, and started to wander around. He found a gleaming white kitchen, that hardly ever seemed used. A patio deck, that wrapped around the entire house. There was a black, and white patterned bathroom, which matched the black carpets, and gray walls of the entire apartment. Flávio stumbled across three bedrooms. One was filled with Siegmund's personal things. It was completely clean, and untouched - seemingly unused. The next bedroom he came across seemed like some sort of guest bedroom. And the last was transformed into an animal coop - filled with full grown chickens, two large dogs, and a small puppy. Flávio slammed shut the door shut before any of the animals could attack him. Flávio leaned against the door, and breathed in.

I guess...when you have a brother who cares about family, but never seems to be home...he has to make up to you somehow...

Flávio grimaced. It reminded him on how he tried with Luciano. He always tried to get Luciano's attention, and affection. But after the...'incident'...with Holy Roman Empire...he's never been the same. Always manipulating people, seducing Siegfried, and crushing his alleged 'allies' under his foot. Luciano spent his life looking out for number one - himself: Luciao Vargas. Meaning, there was never time for Flávio.

Flávio glared at the parallel wall. He didn't like having this in common with Siegfried - brotherly problems - having anything in common bugged him extremely.

Flávio groaned. All this exploring, and he still hadn't found the objective that forced him to be there. He stood up, and continued searching, until he came to an open area. There were red bean bags in a semi-circle in front of a 70-inch TV mounted on the wall; with various gaming systems on a shelf underneath. A black couch was behind the bean bags, with small black tables on either side. Another wall consisted of floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing the natural sunlight to stream into the room. Another wall gapped open in an arch, that lead back into the kitchen. The last wall was covered in a very large, white board. Small magnetic holders held dozens of multi-colored dry-erase markers.

What's that for? How weird...

Flávio tensed as he felt something rest on his shoulders. Slowly, Flávio turned his head.

Behind him, was a tall, pale man. He had long silver hair, tied back in a lazy ponytail that rested on his shoulder. He had dazzling purple eyes, and deep scars on his cheekbones, up across his eyes, over the bridge of his nose, and to his eyebrows. He wore a fitting-black hoodie, that showed off his leanly-built body. He wore dark gray skinny jeans, and around his neck on a silver chain, hung a black and silver cross - his brother, Siegfried, wore one a similar one. While Flávio stood gawking at the attractive man, Siegmund narrowed his eyes, and did a once over on Flávio.

In front of him stood a rather short Italian, he was a head or so smaller than him. His frame was small, and quite scrawny, but built enough to handle some sort of fight. He wore bright, flamboyant clothing. A white leather jacket, and white skinny jeans. He had a bright, red scarf fashionably wrapped around his neck, with maching red, leather gloves. His hair was blonde, but with Siegmund's clever eyes, he could tell it was dyed that way. The Italian curl the two brother's shared, was trimmed short. And on the bride of his nose, sat a pair of white glasses, with red-tinted lenses. Hiding behind those was a pair of bright, cyan-colored eyes.

Siegmund grunted.

Flávio flushed, and swatted Siegmund's hands off his shoulders.

"Don't touch me! Brute!" He stormed off.

He left the apartment, and skidded down the spiral staircase. He raced to the front door, slipped on his boots, and rushed outside. He paused at the end of the driveway, and turned back towards the house. He could clearly see Siegmund watching him from the roof's patio. He was leaning against the railing, and staring directly at Flávio.

Creep.

Flávio flipped his scarf over his shoulder, and sauntered away from the house.

So much for that job...

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Zero: We got this idea from listening to KyoKoon64 & Dignified's 2p!Hetalia podcast! Viola had this idea a long time ago, but after listening to their podcast for the hundredth time, We thought that now would be a good time to finally write this!
Viola: At last...I've been wanting to write this for ages.
Zero: *teehee* Anyways, I'm sorry if it sucks, I'm not good at introductions. But even if it does suck, *shouts* Viola edited it!
Viola: Oi!
Zero: I hope you enjoyed anyways!
Until Next Time Sweethearts,
Zero Nights
And with Joyous Memories from,
Viola Vargas