Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three

Shopping: Italian Edition

Please, oh god please, open your eyes!

Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, making trails of moisture as the fell down my face. Why isn't he waking up god dammit! His skin was paling already. The tan hue I'd come to recognize in Lovino fading away. Vladimir and Feliciano stood behind me, the former holding the latter as he wailed.

"I never got to spend enough time with him. What a horrible brother I am." Vladimir lamented. This time, neither Lovino nor Feliciano corrected his claim to be related to them. In fact, the statement only seemed to make feli cry harder. Usually, I would brush of Feli crying for an over dramatic reaction but this time... Well, I felt like crying myself so I couldn't say much to Feliciano. I gripped Lovino's shoulders tightly, knuckles turning white as I shouted.

"What do you need, Lovino? Just say someone, you shit." I pleaded. With strain evident on his face, Lovino's eyes cracked open. A knot released in my chest as I saw his eyes. The green seeming duller than its usual vibrant color. Why is this happening? Why now? We had finally found a way to get them all home and he's just going to die?

"I-I'm so..." He started, each word causing more strain to his body. I leaned in to better hear him.

"Hungry." He whispered. Breaking the moment with a single word.

My worry shattered into millions of pieces and my tears zipped back into my eyes as I realized he wasn't actually dying. Lips turned from a sad wince to an angry frown. He just... I stood abruptly, not caring as his head bounced against the floor. Feliciano looked up from Vladimir's shoulder with tear tracks making bold lines over flushed cheeks.

"False alarm, guys. Apparently, the drama queen has a rumbly in his tummy." I said, voice devoid of emotion. I was about to cry over this bitch and he gives me 'I'm Hungry'? Definitely not interested in dealing with this shit. Feliciano gasped, seeming more horrified than I would expect after I told him that his brother is actually fine.

"That's even worse!" Feliciano exclaimed, falling to his knees next to Lovino and taking his hand, "Fratello, what can I get for you?" He asked as if it were Lovino's dying wish. The older Italian cracked his eyes once again.

"I need," He weakly said, pretending to barely be able to force out the words, "Pasta." Feliciano nodded dutifully, tears still pouring down his face as he stood. His chest puffed out and his shoulders squared as he turned to Vladimir and I. The sight was unnerving. Never before had I seen feli so...serious. Not saying I didn't like it--I find it hilarious and like the sight of a serious Feliciano very much--but it was confusing to say the least.

"We need pasta." He said. I'm pretty sure his voice lowered as he said that too. I copied his serious composure and have a curt salute.

"Of course we do," I looked to Vladimir, who seemed to have the same genuine seriousness as Feliciano, "We're going to the store." I declared. Vladimir flashed me a thumbs up.

"Sure thing, let me tell the others." He said. I struggled to hold my hardened expression as Vladimir ran down the aisle, small hat bouncing atop his head as he turned the corner.

Once he had disappeared, I helped Feliciano raise his brother to his feet. The task was surprisingly difficult. A body was very hard to lift, especially when the body in question is a lazy italian who is complaining about hunger pains. Lovino stood unsteadily for a few moments before collapsing once again and forcing us to start the whole process over again. This time, I backed out halfway through and let Feliciano place one of Lovino's arms over his shoulder. We were beginning to walk out of the store when another voice joined the chorus inside of the small store.