The Beautiful World (Hetalia Oneshots)

Coming Home/Italy&Romano

Characters:
Feliciano Vargas(Veneziano)/N. Italy
Lovino Vargas(Romano)/S. Italy

*Sequel to "Forever With You"
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~Recap~

You clutched your chest as you navigated through Austria's house, tears falling down your face.

'I love you both so much.'

You spared a final glance back at the mansion as you quickly walked down the paved path exiting the grounds. You but your lip, and bowed your head, continuing your journey home.

'They're better off with Austria...' you tell yourself.

'For now at least.'

~*~*

Your small house was mess, as you quickly packed clothes, and other nessecities. Normally you liked to keep everything tidy, but today that was the last of your worries.

You had just heard the most spectacular news, and it put a fire in your veins.

Italy had been unified.

You had spent decades trying to find a way to get to your brothers, but nothing worked. Every time you got close, they slipped away.

When Austria gave Romano to Spain, you tried to go after him. But Spain, your traitorous cousin, made an agreement with Austria to keep you away from Romano.

Trying to sneak past him was useless, as proved from years of failed attempt.

When Veneziano, North Italy, won Independence, he moved around too much to get a firm grasp on. Even after he settled into his house, it seemed impossible to find him. After he befriended Germany it got even more difficult.

But now would be different, both your brothers were under the same roof. All you had to do was find them.

Decades of fighting would soon prove worth it.

Slinging you bad over your shoulder, you couldn't get out of the house quick enough, you were too wired to slow down.

But how could you when you were so close?

~*~*~*

"Scusi, signora." you say as you stop a woman in the market.
You had finally reached Rome, were your brothers should be settled. The only problem is you can't find them.

"Si?" the woman asked. She was quite pretty with braided brown hair, and sparkling hazel eyes.
Her smile reveled white teeth that stood out against her olive tan complexion.

"Have you seen these boys?" you showed here a photograph, in black and white, of your brothers. Italy was smiling brightly, and Romano had his usually resting bitch face. It was a few years old, and worn around the edges.
Despite that it was your favorite possession.

"They would be a bit older now," you add," Have you seen them anywhere."

"No," she said after examining the photo, "sorry."

"That's fine," you say moving on to the next person to ask them.

This desperate search went on for hours. Showing the photograph to strangers, desperately asking them about your baby brothers.

As the sun began to set, and people had filtered off the streets, that only left you, and a few drunk men stumbling the streets. You kept pushing forward, not sure where you were going, but all was the same.

Eventually you reached a plaza, and that made you decide to take a break. The night was warm, not as warm as it had been during the day, but you were thankful to not be freezing.