Twilight meets Hetalia

The hardest thing

Chapter 1

Moving out

NOTE: If you do not know what hetalia is: PLEASE GO KILL YOURSELF. Nahh just joking~

If you get confused because of the countries: Yes. The name of the countries are the names of the people. Doesn't make sense to you? Oh it will, after you read the first chapter, I hope.

Have fun and hate tomatoes~

PS: Yes it is a Yaoi story. Have something against Yaoi? Go kill yourself.

PPS: No that was a joke please don't. I still need y'all

(if you don't know. Otouto means little brother in Japanese)

I was in Forks again. That little town named after eating forks. I hated it because that's the place where I used to live happily with Italy and Japan , before they broke up. And now I have to move in again because Italy is moving with his new boyfriend Germany? That doesn't seem fucking right to me Otouto-chan.. I mean, I don't have anything against Ludwig. It's just, I'm scared that he might hurt my Otouto.

..Ok, who the fuck am I kidding? I HATE Ludwig's hair and his fucking voice! He's just like Arnold Schwarzenegger when he was younger! And come on who likes a fucking guy who hasn't got a body and just fucking muscles?! Oh, right, Nii-chan does. And the worst thing is: I have to move in again with Japan! You know, I don't hate him. He just looks like a japanese doll! No not those cute dolls. The creepy ones from horror movies!

-A little earlier-

„Roooomaaaanoooooo!", Italy cried.

„What is it you stupid Pasta lover?!"

„Why do you keep calling me stupid? Lovi that's not very nice you know ve~ Anyway. Are you really OK living with Japan? Please don't kill him, you know, he's actually pretty nice and it wasn't his fault.. It was mine! MINE ALONE", With that being said, Italy burst out into tears.

„Feliciano! Get a fucking grip! YOU broke up with him!"

„I know! Oh, Lovi! It was my fault! MINE ALL ALONE VE~"

„ITALY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!", Arnold Schwarzeneg.. eh I mean Germany shouted across our whole Garden

Suddenly, a wide grin crossed Feliciano's face: „GEEERMAAANYY! Come here! Give our lovely Lovi a kiss ve~"

„STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME OR I WILL THROW TOMATOES ON YOUR UGLY HEAD, YOU FUCKING MACHO-POTATO!", I was screaming, holding a mustache and trying to make Germany go away, but all it did was Germany asking me:

„Oh, Romano. Since when do you have a mustache?"

„...I WILL FUCKING RIP YOUR..."

Italy glared at me with a glare that could melt mountains and as if I was hypnotised, I went up to Germany and hugged him. I SWEAR TO GOD I did NOT do it on my own! It was the power of eh.. the the TOMATOES! Yes! The tomato pasta Feliciano's cooked for me! He sure has put some hypnotizing-powder in it! Damn you Feliciano!

„We have to go now Lovi.. Take care of you ve~"

„Of.. Of course I will! I.. I.. I don't need a babysitter you know!"

Inner thoughts: „ Oh gosh don't you cry Lovino. Don't you fucking cry!"

„I know ve~ Here! Let your Otouto-chan kiss you!"

„DJDFHHVFHVI! Don't fucking kiss me! Piss off now! And be happy! If I'm just getting one letter of you complaining how that potato-dude is using you I'm going to throw tomatoes on your and his head! Got that?!"

„Oh my cute little Veneziano! Goodbye Japan's gonna pick you up soon! Take care of yourself ve~"

„I'm not cute!", I shouted, but Feliciano was already gone with Germany. The Potato-dude. Without me. His older brother. When I realised that Japan's come to pick me up, it was already too late. I burst out in tears, trying to throw rocks at the car of Feliciano and Germany. Which already was in Germany, thanks to Potato's driving. Well close enough.

-In Japan's car.-

„So..uhm.. Your hair. It's longer since the last time I saw you..", Japan asked me, trying to break the silence between us.

„I cut it since the last time we've seen each other, creepy horror movie doll."

„..."

„..."

Silence. Pure silence until we had reached my 'new' old home. I got out of my car, and as soon as I did that, I saw Prussia, with a grin coming to us.

„Hey Romaano, long time no see."

„Piss off. Big Potato."

„Don't be so mean to him...", a voice whispered in the back round.

It shocked both of us and we turned around and saw an ice bear.

„T..T.. THAT ICE BEAR CAN TALK!"

„..No! Calm down both of you! It's me!"

„..."

„..."

„I am Canada?"

„Oh! Hi America! Long time no see!"

„Piss off America! Go eat your burgers!"

„I am not Amerika.. I am Canada and this is kumajiro!", he pointed at the ice bear.

„What are you talking about? Are you joking? You can't misslead someone as awesome as me you know Amerika? Uhm, anyway. Romano I have a suprise for you!"

„Oh, a surprise for me? You mean a.. a.. present?!" It was hard to cover up my happiness about a present from Prussia. Somehow, I really like this guy.

„Yes! I bought you a truck"

„A fucking truck? Oh my gosh! This is fucking perfect! Thank you Prussia!"

„Yes. I know that I'm awesome."

„You are such a dumbass Prussia. But thank you.", I smiled.

„Ahem. I don't want to disturb your flirting, but I promised Italy that you will stay a virgin until the day you are married.", Japan coughed.

„Oh God, Japan! I'm just talking to him you creep!"

„Yeah I know.. Ouch! Don't throw tomatoes at me! My clothes will get dirty!"

„You deserve it! Show me my room now!"

„Yeah okay.. I know."

I said 'goodbye' to Prussia, then Japan and me went upstairs to see my old room. Everything was still the same. I saw many of my old drawings, one of them had Spain in me in it, where I jumped on Spain's belly and pretended that it was a ball. My heart skipped a beat when I asked Japan if Spain stil was in 'Forks.

„He is. He's going to the same school as you and I think he is in your biology class too."

My heart skipped two beats when I heard that I would see Spain again. And then I realised:

„WHAT?! SCHOOL?!"

„Yes..? You have to go to school, Romano. Was this so surprising for you?"

„What the fuck?! I'm a fucking country! Why do I have to go to school?!"

„Nobody should know that you're a Country Romano. You're going to school no matter what!"

„JAPAN YOU JACKASS! I AM NOT GOING!"

He pulled a sword out and asked me: „Oh really? But Feliciano said that I should make you go to school no matter what. And I think you still need those things down there."

Fucking genius. Damn those Asians, always hitting my weakest points.

„OK! I get it! I'll go to school starting..."

„Tomorrow."

„WHAT?!"

He lowered the sword, one fucking centimeter from my manhood away.

„Ok. I get it. Tomorrow. School. Me. Concentration. Happiness!"

„Good boy, what do you want for dinner?", his creepy Japanese doll smile appeared again.

Those fucking Asians..

„Tomatoes.."