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My life used to be so perfect. Living in Rome, the heart of Italy with my little brother and our father.

My fratellino and I used to play in the garden of our huge mansion every time the weather was nice out. There was a single apple tree in the middle of the garden, surrounded by all sorts of vibrant flowers and shrubs. Hanging from a branch of the tree was a swing. Fratellino loved being on swings so Papa built it just for him. I loved swings too but I never went on the swing that hanged from our apple tree because I was the big brother and I wanted my fratellino to enjoy the swing for himself. He never asked if I liked swings or not, but seeing that I never sat on the in the garden, fratellino assumed that I wasn't one for playing with them.

But one day when I was 14 and fratellino was 13, he became terrified of swings and that was also the day I started to detest them.

We were walking home from school that day while eating gelato. When we were about two blocks away, we heard a commotion and there were police cars parked in front of our lawn. The gelato that was in our hands dropped to the ground and we ran towards our house. We ran past the policemen that were yelling at us and went to the our beloved garden.

In front of us was the most grotesque scene fratellino and I have ever seen.

There lay our Papa, sitting against the apple tree, lifeless. His stomach was cut open, his guts spilled, wounds all over his body and there was blood splattered everywhere. On the grass, painted over the beautiful flowers, and smeared about the trunk of the tree behind him. It was also hard to notice that his head wasn't attached to his cold body like it should've been.

It was sitting on the swing that fratellino played on ever so often.

But instead of screaming, I gasped instead when I lost my voice as my eyes landed on the middle of the tree trunk. There was a message written in Papa's blood.

I'll be waiting for you Lovino

Mi Amor

I was pulled out of my shock when I heard my fratellino scream and heard his body collapse next to mine.

My memories after that are not so clear. My body felt light like a feather and my mind felt blank and empty. My chest felt heavy and breathing was difficult. My heart hurt and yet I felt no tears slip past my eyes. It didn't feel like Papa was dead but reality hits hard.

Fast forward three years to present time and here I am, living in America with my now paranoid fratellino and our Nonno.

A.P.H.ヘタリア.A.P.H

"Feliciano shut the fuck up!"

"Ve~ Why fratello? Aren't you excited? I can finally see Luddy again!"

"For fuck's sake Feli, just because you haven't seen that macho potato for a week doesn't you have to sing at the top of your lungs this early in public. Everyone's staring!"

"But I'm so happy fratello! I know it's only a week, but it felt like forever! Why do you hate Luddy anyways?"

"Look, I don't like him because I hate potatoes and Germans. Well, that's part of why I hate him, but the main reason is because he looks like that bastard who left you all those years ago and never came back like he promised."

For a split second, Feliciano eyes seem to be melancholy, but he quickly smiled and became cheerful again.

"Ve~ But something probably happened to him because I know he wouldn't leave me without a good reason, and plus, Ludwig definitely wouldn't do anything to hurt me!"

I sighed while Feliciano continued to hum. That blond boy that was Feliciano's first love when we were still in Italy. When he had to return to Germany, he promised Feliciano that he would return after four years but he never did. Feliciano would wait for him every year and cry. When we were told that we would be sent to America to live with nonno three years ago, he cried and begged to stay in Italy because he still wanted to wait for the kid. In the end however, we had no choice but to leave. I really hate that little blond boy. He made my fratellino cry and broke his heart. The potato bastard looks just him.

As we continued walking to school, we saw Alfred and Matthew ahead as they turn at the corner into sight.

"Ve~ Alfred! Matthew!"

They turned around as they heard Feliciano calling their names and frantically waving at them with both his hands in the air.

"Yo! Hey wassup dudes!"

"Good morning Feliciano. Bonjour Lovino."

They stopped walking and waited for us to catch up with them.

"So how was your spring break? Do anything exciting?" Alfred asked as we proceeded to walk to school.

"Ve~ I had a sleepover at Kiku's for 3 days and helped at the animal shelter and cooked pasta and ate a lot of pasta too! Ve~!"

"Ah, that's nice, eh. What about you Lovino, do anything interesting?" Matthew questioned while turning his attention to me.

"Not really. Just stayed home most of the time because I could finally enjoy peace for once without any bastards annoying me."

"Ahh, I see."

"What about you two?"

"Me and Mattie went to Canada to visit his half of the family. They were talking in French half the time and I had no idea what they were saying. I mean, we're in North America so can't people just stick to talking in American?"

Matthew sighed. "Alfred, it's 'Mattie and I' and also, there are people from all over the world here, so of course they are going to be speaking many different languages as well."

"Okay fine. But I still think using one language would be a lot easier on all of us... Oh hey look! YO ARTIE!"

Up a block, Arthur was screaming and trying to hit the annoying, perverted French bastard, Francis. They stopped fighting for a second and looked up as Alfred ran toward them and tackled Arthur into a hug.

"I missed ya so much Artie!" Alfred said as he started to rub his cheek against Arthur's.

"Get off me you bloody wanker!"

"Hey! How come Alfred here gets to hug you but I don't?"

Francis then threw himself on Arthur as well.

"Hey! Artie's mine! Get off him Francis!" Alfred screamed as he hugged Arthur closer.

"But Arthur loves me, isn't that right, mon amour?"

"Get the bloody hell off of me! I hate you both!"

"Aww, you don't really mean that do you Artie?" Alfred pouted.

How the fuck does Arthur deal with two annoying ass, touchy bastards all the time? He's looks like he's about to suffocate between those two.

When we were just outside the school gates, the two finally detached themselves from the Brit. Then guess who we ran into? That's right. Two fucking potatoes. Not even one, but both Germans.

"Kesesese! Do not despair everyone! The Awesome Gilbert Beilschidmt is back from visiting family with mein kleiner bruder in Germany!" The albino flashed us a smile before going off about how "awesome" he was and how we wouldn't have to "worry about not getting enough awesome anymore."

Suddenly, Feliciano ran to the blond potato and practically hugs the shit out of him while his mouth went off a mile per minute about how much he missed the damn bastard.

Just as I was about to yell at that fucker to stop touching my innocent fratellino and go suck some potato balls, I heard another voice greet me.

"Like, hey Lovino!"

Turning my head to the right from where I heard the voice, stood Feliks and Toris.

"Hello Lovino" the Lithuanian greeted as well.

"Oh hey."

"We haven't seen each other for like, a week and all I get is a dull 'hey'? Can't you at least seem at least like, a little excited?"

"Yea well you just walked in on me one second away from tearing that potato bastard's vital regions off to make sure he wouldn't be able to corrupt my fratellino."

"Like, overprotective much? Give your braciszek a little freedom to enjoy himself."

I scoffed. "If I tell that to Feliciano he'll just take it as permission to let that potato taint his innocence."

I turned back in the direction where Feliciano is undoubtedly clinging to that German. Except, they're gone.

"Those fucking bastards! Where the hell did they go!?"

"Calm yourself Lovino. They're probably just like, sucking face inside school."

That German eating potato is going to fucking get it when I find him!

As we walked into the school, I separated from Feliks and Toris to get my textbook from my locker. After getting my textbook, I went my way to first period class. However, I ran into someone in the hallway.

"Moi moi! Hyvää huomenta Lovino!"

"Morn'ng"

"Morning Tino. Berwald" I replied.

"Did you hear Lovino? About what happened over spring break to a freshman kid?" Tino asked.

"No. Not interested either in what happened to some fucking brat."

"Well," he continued. "I heard that he went to that house in the forest out of curiosity and he's been missing since."

"Oh really" I said, unamused.

There is a house in the outskirts of this city, in the forest. More like an abandoned mansion. Nobody has lived in that house for over half a century. From what I've heard, the son of the family last living there committed suicide. He went to the same high school as the one I'm in right now so everyone here already knows about this story. However, no one knows the actual reason why this high school boy hanged himself one night. Apparently, his parents were out for the night when his death occurred and discovered his corpse hanging from ceiling of his bedroom the next morning.

They felt anguish and wept over their lost son but had to move out of their home from fear when strange occurrences began to take place. Paranormal activities such as weird noises, moving objects and the like. The few families that tried to live in there afterward have all either died or went missing.

The boy's name was Antonio Fernández Carriedo.

"Yeah. I wondered what happened to him... " Tino responded.

"Well I'll talk to you later. This is my class" I said we reached my first period classroom.

"Alright, bye Lovino!" Tino exclaimed as he and Berwald continued to their own classes.

I walked to the back of the class and sat down next to Alfred.

"Yooooo dude! Did ya hear yet? Some kid went into that haunted mansion and died!"

"He fucking went missing Alfred, they don't know if he's really dead or not."

"Same thing. He's probably dead anyways."

"What kind of a 'Hero' says something like that?" I asked as I began to search my bag for my notebook and a pen.

"Hey! I don't like the idea that he's dead either but it's haunted, therefore, the ghost of that boy that hanged himself is inside and killed the kid!" Alfred defended.

"Sure" I said, rolling my eyes.

"Is that suppose to be sarcasm?" Alfred questioned.

"Wow! You can fucking read the atmosphere for once! I'm so proud of you!"

"... That was sarcasm again right?"

I can see Alfred pouting from the corner of my eye as I place my notebook in front of me on the table. When I flip to the next clean page, there is a envelope inside with a tomato sticker in the front.

The fuck? Who the hell put this here?

Suddenly Alfred is leaning over in front of me and invading the shit out of my personal space.

"Yo dude, what is this? A love letter? You gotta let me see!"

Before I can even tell him to fuck off, he had already snatched the letter from me, teared it open, and began reading it.

"... What the hell?" He said, giving a surprised, confused and was that a worried look.

I grabbed the letter back from him and read it to myself.

I'm so lonely Lovino

Please visit me soon

You remember where I live right? That house in the forest

I have lots of tomatoes for us to share!

Don't worry though! If you can't make it here,

I'll visit you instead

I'm sure you'll be home this time instead of your father, si?

We can play and take a siesta like we used to!

...I'm so very lonely without you my Lovi

Mi Amor

ESTOY CANSADO DE ESPERAR

Translations:

fratellino: little brother

fratello: brother

mi amor: my love

nonno: grandfather

bonjour: hello

mon amour: my love

mein kleiner bruder: my little brother

braciszek: little brother

hyvää huomenta: good morning

estoy cansado de esperar: i'm tired of waiting