Hiding Holes (/Dark/Smut/yaoi)

Chapter 1 - Miss Hungary

Hungary stood at the front door, it was painted whiteand surrounded by neat little plants, both hanging plants and potted plants neatly placed on the steps. She held in her hands a dish filled with food she had made. She stood stanfing patently for the door to open, she didnt mind waiting a little longer as she knew they would still be half asleep.

The door opened slowly and a brown curl was the first thing to be revealed, then the owner of said curl. His hair was messy, his face still half asleep and he was wearing a shirt and a pair of boxers. "Hi Romano! did you and your brother have a good nap?" Hungary smiled, walking in the house when Romano invited her in. "You know where to go Miss Hungary" Romano grumbled, rubbing his eyes and closing the door.

Hungary bounced into the living were a large painting of the once powerful and almost indistructable Rome stood over the fireplace. Placed under it was a photo of Rome, Italy and Romano all enjoying a nice bowl of pasta together on day out. The photo was framed and hungary could remember taking that photo like it was yesterday.

Italy stood up from the sofa yawning from his nap with his older brother. "Miss hungary what are you doung here?" he asked yawning again. Romano entered the room and threw himself onto the sofa again. "I made some dinner. I was expecting Prussia and France over today but Prussia called to say he was going out for dinner with Austria and Switzerland. France then called to tell me England was being England again and he had to stop him before his house was burned down for the fifth time. But by the time both of them called to cancel, dinner was already cooking. So i clearly made too much food for one person and I thought of you two and your siesta, I wanted to make sure both of you had food to eat when you woke up" Hungary smiled, offering the brothers the dish. "I made stew! It was with somethings i had lying around the kitchen since i didnt have time to go shopping yet. I have been busy this week"
Italy took the dish from her and walked to the kitchen. "grazie Hungary, why don't you stay and eat with us, since you came all this way here" he replied, turning on the cooker to warm up the food.

Three of them ate together, talking about their past week. Hungary kept smiling and laughing as much as she could but Italy knew there was an underlying secret. Romano left the table and cleaned up the small mess in the living room from their siesta. "Miss Hungary, what's the matter ve~?" Italy asked, looking straight at her.
"I'm okay Italy, you dont have to worry about me"
"I remember that face. It's the same face you use when your upset or hiding something. I remember that face because its the same one you used the same day we found out Holy Rome lost his war. The night we left Austria's house..."
"You still remember that?"
"Of course I do"

-Flashback-

Hungary and Austria stood in the kitchen staring at an envelope on the table. "Should we open it?" Austria asked looking at Hungary worried.
"It could be from Holy Rome telling us he'll be home soon and that he won the war. It has been a while since we heard from France, I hate to say it but maybe he's lost the war and...died, Lets open it" She replied, grabbing the envelope and opening it gently, She held one end of the paper and Austria held the other side.

Dear Austria and Hungary, and Little Italy,

It has been a long war, for both of us. The days were long, and the nights were longer. It has also been very exhausting. Which is why I am taking my time to write to you. This letter to you is the first thing that I am doing outside of battle.

The war is over. It is finished.

However I am not writing to you as a celebration, I am writing to you with a heavy heart. Men from both sides will be returning home soon, however one man will not.

The Holy Roman Empire lost the war. Holy Rome is not coming home.

I wish he was able to come home, but my boss ordered me to eliminate him and his empire. My boss wanted him wiped from the face of the earth.

My actions were orders not fueled by hatred. I know that Holy Rome was good, I know he didn't deserve this, He gave Italy a home that i would not be able to give as my boss didnt allow it.

I regret my actions, I wish I could disobey my boss and let him live, I wish he could return to you.

I am not about hatred and war, please don't see my orders as a representation of what i am.

I beg for your forgiveness, I may not deserve it because of my actions ordered by my boss but please, one country to another.

I offer my deepest apoligies amd ask for your forgiveness.

France.

Both countries were heart broken, Austria said nothing and went to bed alone, Hungary stood in the kitchen angry. But not France, she didnt know who at. Italy was standing by the front door, waiting for it to open and Holy Rome to stumble in. He was ready to greet him with the biggest hug he could give. However Italy was completely unaware of what the letter contained. He wasn't aware of its existance.

Hungary scribbled on a note and left it on the table beside the letter. Walking over to Italy she took his hand and led him upstairs. "Mama Hungary?" little Italy refering her to mama because thats how he saw her, she looked after him when Rome died and protected him from the dark and the monsters that rome within the darkness.

Italy had noticed the distressed look on her face but she tried to cover it up with a smile to keep him calm. When she made it to Italy's room she packed a bag filled with some essentals like a tooth brush, clothes, pajamas and shoes for Italy. She led the little country back down stairs. "Mama Hungary" Italy repeated, "What are you doing?"
"We're going to go on a little trip Italy, just me and you for a few days, Maybe a little longer" She finally replied opening the front door, it was raining outside.
"What about Mr Austria and Holy Rome?"
Hungary dropped to her knees, tears filling up in her eyes. "Italy, I know this might be hard to understand but...Holy Rome is gone. He lost the war, he's fallen and he wont be coming back. I'm really sorry Italy" she cried to her little child, Italy's eyes watered, "Like Grandpa Rome?" he sobbed, Hungary could only nod.
"I told him what would happen! I told him war was mean, I told him what happened to Grandpa Rome! I told him not to go. He promised he'd come back!" Italy cried.

Hungary picked Italy up, hugging him tight and carrying the bag of clothes. She walked out the house into the rain, both of them crying and hugging each other as tightly as they could. Hungary continued to walk, She didnt knw were they would stay but she knew there was one man she could turn to at least for the night. A man she knew she was definetly not mad at.

Austria came downstairs into the kitchen, the rain had picked ip and was very heavy. It was slowly turning into a storm. He noticed an extra piece of paper on the table, it was a note.

Austria,

I'm leaving. I can stay anymore. And i'm taking Italy with me

goodbye friend,

Hungary.

And within that intense moment Austria gripped his chest, he had now lost everyone he had ever cared for.

-End of flashback-

Hungary stayed the night, she slept in Italy's room and Italy slept with his brother. Romano sat on his bed as Italy crawled in "How is Hungary?" he asked, yawning. "She's acting okay but I think she's getting lonely, I dont know if she is but she looks it, I wish we could do something"
"We could maybe get Belguim and Liechenstien to spend some time with her, maybe that will cheer her up?" Romano suggested, Italy nodded at the idea. Hungary always looked after Italy, it was now Italy's turn to look after her

A/N: This is my first fanfic which i will be hoping to update at least 3 times a day :D I hope i didn't upset anyone with the flashback, it was from a roleplay which i did with a friend.

if you want to do a hetalia rp with me just message me and i'll reply as soon as i can! ^^