Nations, Immortals and Heroes

Chapter 2

*Nations*
•3 weeks later~

*Romano's POV*

"Dammit Potato bastard can't we just be bedridden for like three weeks? I don't wanna lie around anymore DAMMIT!" It's only been two weeks and I can't stand seeing the same room, same people and THE SAME ROUTINE OH MY GOD IT'S FUCKING DRIVING ME INSANE DAMMIT.

"When I say one month, it really is one month." The potato bastard replied. How can he be so calm?! Well, then, idiota, why not try being bedridden for an entire month huh?

"Merda..." I swore one more time before he said, " Well, that's about it for today, gute nacht." He left the room.

Greece left our house to stay in his several days ago, but with the accompaniment of that sushi lover of course. So basically it's just me and Feli and potato bastard. Dammit.... Why did this happen anyways? I try my best to make the economy in the Southern part good and make sure that everything's in good hands but this still fucking happens! Even I'm smart enough that this isn't Feliciano's fault, but seriously, I know that this isn't my fault as well. The potato says otherwise. Veneziano doesn't say anything, but I'm sure he's siding that potato. AGAIN. Ever since he met the guy, I always see fratello with that potato and heck, Veneziano stays in one of our villas now not in the main house. I swear, this is all Germany's fault, he's influencing il mio fratellino*. It's not that I'm bothered, it's just that... Germany might betray Feliciano, and, what humans say, history repeats itself. But it's gonna be literal in our case, I guess. I just don't want anyone in my family to be hurt again like all those centuries ago...

Anyways, maybe I should get a shut-eye...

Ugh, dammit, what's with the sunset and sappy background? Wait.... I-is this what I think-?

"ROMANUS!!" A roar came out of nowhere. Out of instinct I straightened my back and stood still like a soldier. No wait, is that even required...? Oh right, no need. 

 "Yes, nonno?" A slightly higher-pitched voiced toddler said as I turned around to find a smaller version of me. He wore a white robe of a sort and had a sober look on his face. The older nations were right, I did look cute when I was younger.

Smaller me took a few more steps until he reached the far edge of the cliff. Not a good idea... And he can't actually hear me since I shouted at him not to stand near the edge. What am I in this, a mirage or something? I poked the kid's shoulder. Well, attempted to. I just passed right through the body like it was nothing.

Definitely a mirage.

Then, a man stepped out from his shady place so he could carry the kid on his shoulder. Is it just me or did he wear...? Dio mio...

It's Grandpa Rome. And he had a smile on his face as he carried the kid version of me. 

Smiling, as if his empire didn't fall. As if all is well with the world.

Smiling as if he didn't he leave me and fratello to fend for ourselves.

He was smiling and pinching my smaller version's cheeks while the kid was just laughing and trying to get rid of Rome's hands. It would've looked like a complete family if younger Veneziano was around. And if the younger Veneziano was in the scene I am seeing right now, maybe it could be my only memory where all of us are there, happy, smiling, as if all is well with the world.

A few chuckles later, Rome put the kid down and he sat on the grass, admiring the sunset. Romanus, my younger version, however, was playing Rome's cape. Rome noticed this and put Romanus on his knee. A few silent seconds later, Rome said, "Romanus, uh, I hope you understand this..."