I thought that this would be so adorable to write XD I absolutely love Chibitalia and they are so cute 8D I wish that they were all real so I could hug them all :D especially little Italy XD but anyways . . .
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, Chibitalia or its characters. Also I am not writing this for any profit
It was a murky, rainy day and the gloom seemed to focus on a great house that perched on a high hill. The courtyard and gardens were drenched with the shower of God's tears. The world seemed to be drained of color as if the rain had washed it all away. The house was made of a gray stone and a long pavilion stretched across the back of the house. Stain glass windows with images of angels slaying demons and sinners dotted the sides. Inside the house, there was a quiet mournful tune of a piano.
It seemed that the player was pouring its very emotion into the instrument. Inside, a man was sitting at a grand piano made of fine polished wood and his fingers pressed the white and black keys daintily, making the music soft and piano. The man wore a blue jacket with a white shirt with ruffles at his throat. He had dark hair and a wild bit of hair was flipped backward on the top of his head. His expression was focused and had a hopeless sag in his posture. In the doorway a small child around the age of 9 or 10 was standing with a push broom in his little hands. The child seemed to be an Italian boy, but it was hard to tell because of the dress he wore. But it was normal for both boys and girls wear dresses around his age. The boy had shortish brown hair with a strand of hair that was curled violently on the side of his head.
The child hugged his push broom and watched the man play the sad tune. A single tear strayed from his eye and he made no move to wipe it away. "I miss you Holy Rome," He whispered as another tear ran down his childish face. The man finished his song and looked over at the crying boy, his hands now laying neatly in his lap. "Come here, Italy," He said in a soothing tone, moving over on the bench to give Italy room. "Yes Austria," He muttered in a tear-choken voice. Italy abandoned his push broom and climbed up on the cushioned bench. The cushion was made of fine red velvet and it was soft under his little fingers.
Settling down next to his master, Austria leafed through some sheets of music before finding one that he and Italy have been working on. "Okay, let's see what you have learned Italy," The boy nodded solemnly and stared at the music and moved his fingers to the correct position. For some reason, he looked out of the corner of his eye before he was about to play. Down in the courtyard, he spotted a small cloaked shape and his heart fluttered. "Holy Rome!" Italy cried as bouncing down his seat and dashed off out of the room, leaving a confused Austria alone in the room.
He sped down the corridors and bolted out of the heavy wooden front door. "Holy Rome you're back at last!" The boy shouted as leaping at the cloaked figure. His arms were outstretched and tears were in his eyes. At last, Holy Rome was finally home. When he collided with the figure, his face crunched a jagged stone and a bitter pain ripped through his little body. Screaming, Italy fell back on his bottom and tears of pain and disappointment expelled from his clenched eyes. His right cheek was darkening with an ugly bruise. The boy wailed and found the rain a bit of a comfort, for it was cooling the bruise a bit.
Austria walked out of the open door with a rickety old fashion umbrella and watched his little servant cry in the rain. His look was cold and angry and it made Italy more upset. "Why must you be so naïve Italy?" Austria shook his head. "Holy Rome is not coming back." Italy quieted his wails for a moment and turned to his master. "W-What?" He whimpered. The taller one made an angry groan and snatched the Italian by the back of his apron and went back inside. Thrusting the child down, Austria disappeared down the hall back to his piano.
Italy sniffled and wiped his tears away with the sleeve of his dress, wincing when he pressed it against his bruise. Just then, a girl walked down the hall toward him. She wore a green dress and long wavy brown hair. Her big green eyes were full of concern for her little friend's tears. "What happened to you Italy?" She cried as kneeling down next to Italy. "Did Austria hit you?" She tenderly prodded the bruise on his cheek and he cringed. "No Hungary, I ran outside and ran into something hard."
"Why on earth would you run outside in weather like this? You're soaked!" Hungary dried his face with her apron before Italy answered. "I thought I saw Holy Rome come home." Hungary sighed and hugged the child close to her. "Oh Italy, what are we going to do with you?" He sniffled and dug his fingers into the fabric of her skirts. "Austria said that Holy Rome isn't coming back . . . is it true Hungary?"
The girl looked away and seemed to gaze far off somewhere, somewhere miles and miles away from this place. "I don't know Italy." With that, she cradled her friend and walked down the hall, the echoes of Austria's playing haunting the halls like a restless spirit. Italy's tears stained the sleeves of her gown. He was so disappointed and sad. He has been waiting for 3 long years for his friend's return and it's been nagging him ever since the day he left. The pain on his cheek throbbed like the throb in his heart of the thought of Holy Rome never coming back. He shook his head. Holy Rome will come home. Italy was sure of that.
Italy smiled at the thought of Holy Rome walking down the road toward the courtyard and slowly drifted to sleep.
XD There's the first chapter! I know I might've mucked up Hungary's personality, but I only seen her once so far (is only on episode 40 ^^;) But pretty please review and I hope you all enjoyed!