"I'm telling you Roderich", Gilbert's voice still rang in his ear loudly,"don't bring your family to the neighborhood, mein Bruder und I know what can happen there." He looked at the luggage that was still lingering by the front door and looked back at what was once a living room full of life, laughter, and most importantly, memories.
From when the boys took their first steps, to the times they would watch the football games and the movies all together. And all that saddened his core.
The days of house searching, because he wanted a new change of lifestyle, even though it as already good enough, he'd kept worrying of how his family would be affected, and how their reactions would be like.
He'd imagine his wife, Elizabeta, fighting with him on why they needed to leave such a decent lifestyle and start a new one so fast.
His sons, Feliciano and Lovino would be fighting or begging to stay, on Lovino's part, it would be fighting and discussing the reasons on why it would be such a bad idea to move out. And Feliciano would be begging for him to not make such a terrible choice.
But that never happened when he broke it down to them. They were actually fine with that.
While remembering all of those past thoughts, light-sounding footsteps were getting nearer and nearer. He then felt two warm arms embracing him lovingly. He jumped slightly, and turned around to see Elizabeta with a worried expression.
"It's going to be okay, Rod. The kids understand what we're going through, and besides, they'll probably like the neighborhood!" She whispered softly into his ear. He shrugged in doubt, "If that's what you say..."
The Hungarian woman looked at him dead in the eye, seriously, before putting up a silly grin, and mastered up a half-hearted laugh, "Help me with these last boxes, will you, Roderich?"
He nodded while smiling softly and he did as he was requested. When they finally finished packing stuff in the SUV, they got in the front seats and checked if the boys were asleep, which they were.
The neighborhood was just three and a half hours away from what was once their home. The married couple kept stern faces, thinking of the many things that could happen there. But eventually, they shrugged it off.
Halfway on their trip, both Feliciano and Lovino woke up from their 'siestas', or naps. When the two adults on front thought the teenagers would start rambling about random stuff and complains, these two stayed quiet.
Eventually, at some point, they found the Rishcross Neighborhood. They were astonished by how clean and decent the neighborhood was.
The houses looked like brand new toy houses, so shiny and well colored. The streets were smooth-looking, and the sidewalks were the perfect size for at least 3 persons to pass. And the environment that it showed was welcoming, pacific, just how they liked it.
But none of them thought if this was just trick the newcomers. Never thought of, "Looks can deceive."
A.n: Why hello dear readers, and welcome to my most recent story: The Neighborhood! As you could see from the tags, this is a Hetalia fanfic :p and that it's horror, yeah for them Halloween feels :D I hope you all enjoyed this short ass chapter and see you in the next update.
JA NE!~ :D