A/N: Hello! Welcome to the first chapter of "Trust"! My new Itacest fanfic! This has nothing to do with my other story, just letting you know!

ZOMG! WHY NOT ANOTHER CHAPTER TO YOUR OTHER FANFICTION? JFKDHFIHPAHF... o_o;; Ahem, anyway, yeah - I got sudden ideas for Itacest! 8D (lol you all probably hate me now)

Anyway, I seriously suck at first chapters, so sorry if it's boring or something. x/ This chapter is pretty much just a short piece of crap...sorry. _ I'll make it more interesting as it goes on! ^^

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or any of the characters. They belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. I am not making a profit off of this story, nor will I ever.

Enjoy~

Lovino was just taking a walk when he saw Spain talking with Austria.

"Can we please trade Italies?" Antonio begged.

"No, Antonio, at least try to handle Lovino," replied Austria.

"He stinks at cleaning, though…and Feliciano is amazing at it!" Antonio still pleaded with him.

"I said, no," Roderich wouldn't give the north half up.

Lovino froze. Spain…didn't…want him? Sure he wasn't good at cleaning or having a clean mouth…or…well, really anything; but Lovino was crushed. Couldn't Antonio at least lie and say he was fine at cleaning, or not even say anything? Lovino thought he could trust Antonio, was he wrong?

That was when a part of him changed. He couldn't trust anyone anymore, apparently.

I woke up with sound of rain pounding against my window. I had the same dream again, the one about Antonio wanting to trade me for my brother. It seemed as thought that memory wouldn't leave me alone.

I had been thinking about trust lately, the people I trusted. I only had one – my brother, Feliciano. I trusted him completely, yet I always pushed him away and told him I hated him. I was trying to convince myself of it…

Anyway, he was the only one who I could trust. In the whole world, he was the one. Sure, I loved Antonio and whatever…but Feliciano…he…I just…felt different about him.

I smacked myself, trying to push the thoughts out of my head. What the hell was I doing? Feliciano is my BROTHER! I was being such a creeper this morning...

I yawned, and got out of bed.

I put on a shirt and pants, and then headed down my stairs, towards the smell of food. My stomach growled, perfect timing for Feliciano to be cooking.

Feliciano was in the kitchen baking what he called a 'Belgian breakfast'. Yesterday was the 'American breakfast' – which actually was surprisingly good. However, I never understood his obsession with making us eat different nationality breakfasts. Why can't we just eat an Italian breakfast?

Anyway, he was cooking Belgian waffles and making coffee.

When he saw my grouchy face in the doorway, he smiled and ran towards me, tackling and hugging me at the same time.

"What the hell are you doing, Veneziano? Burning the breakfast or chocking me?" I said, pushing him away. That's what I always did – push him away. Then I lied to him and told him I hated him, as usual.

"Ve~ I'm trying to cheer Lovi up!" he gave me a bright smile…which did cheer me up, I guess.

"You've got to be shitting me! I don't need any cheering up. Plus, don't call me 'Lovi' it's Romano or Lovino," I said glaring at him.

"I like 'Lovi' better~" with that, he just went back to making the waffles.

Glaring at him, I sat down at the table, and picked up today's paper. It was the same old news. After a few hundred years it all flowed together, nothing surprised us countries much.

When he finished the breakfast, we sat down and ate. We didn't talk much at the table, Veneziano just commented on the bad weather.

I had to admit the breakfast was pretty good. Veneziano was a wonderful cook. I just left my plate there for him to clean up, and I went upstairs to get dressed.

Once I was finished getting ready for a meeting about my crops, I ran down the stairs, and grabbed my briefcase and my keys.

"Ciao, Lovi~ Have a wonderful day! Ti amo!" Veneizano gave me another bright smile. No matter what, he was smiling…

"Yeah whatever…don't die, see you later," I shouted back.

I walked out the door and got on my scooter, riding into the heart of Rome.

The meeting seemed to drag on for forever and a day. For the love of God! I just sat there tapping my pen until the thing was over.

When the meeting finally let out, I ran out of the building as quickly as possible to so get something for lunch.

I chose a simple café that had TVs, so I wouldn't get bored while eating my meal.

I chose to have pizza for lunch – as always.

That was when I saw the latest headline on TV. There was a person missing?

Then I saw him…the potato bastard…why the heck was he on my news?

That was when I dropped the piece of pizza I was holding, and I almost spit out my drink.

The woman on the news said, "Local, 20-year-old Feliciano Vargas went missing this morning around 11:30 pm. If you have any information on this man or have any relation to him, please contact the police immediately. Here we have his friend, Ludwig."

What. The. Hell.

That couldn't be true…no way in hell! I had seen Veneziano when I left the house this morning at 11:00 pm! How could he just go missing in a time frame of thirty minutes?

I ran out of the café, leaving my food there with enough money to pay for it.

I jumped on my scooter and rushed through the Roman streets towards my house.

When I arrived, I sprinted into the house, past the police, past the cameras that were now on me. They were yelling for me to come back – but I didn't listen.

I searched every room in the house, and with no avail, I walked back outside the house, toward the police.

"I am Lovino Vargas, Feliciano's brother," I said to them, glaring.

They just stared at me, and then the news reporters turned to me, shooting questions like bullets at me. Each question shot through me, leaving me damaged.

I wasn't in the mood for everyone to be at my house, so I walked back into the house – and slammed the door in their faces – but not before yelling, "Get the fuck away from my house you bastards!"

After that, I broke down, and started to cry.

It seemed as though the tears wouldn't stop streaming down my face, but eventually they did.

I was on the ground, my back to the door.

I would find the truth, about what happened to Feliciano. Even if it killed me.

I wasn't about to lose the only person I trusted.

A/N: Yay! First chapter! ^^ Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed! I don't know when the next chapter will be out...hopefully soon! ^^

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