Disclaimer i do not own Hetalia

Note this is my first story but I hope to create more story's, I have another Hetalia in mind with Spain and young Romano but it is majorly different from this one.

Lovino opened his eyes; he was sitting in the middle of Spain's hallway. The Spanish sun shone through the open window drifting through with a cool breeze. Lovino looked around with a confused look on his face, something doesn't look right. Looking around more carefully he saw an odd object in the wall, it was rectangular shape with three holes in the middle. The walls were also a different color from what the boy was use to; the sound of footsteps alerted the little Italian. Turning to the sound he saw Prussia walking towards him with heavy even steps, standing Lovino curled his fingers into a fist at his side and glared at the Prussian. The albino ignored the little Italian, almost knocking the boy down as he walked by. Lovino moved to the side, "What the hell you almost stepped on me bastard. Hey are you listening to me?" the Prussian continued down the hall. The Italian ran after the older nation,

"Hey Bas…."

Lovino cut off when he reached for Prussia's shirt and his hand went through the cloth. Lovino stopped dead, staring at his hand in confusion .

"What the hell why couldn't I touch him?"

Lovino looked back at the nation in front of him who turned into an open doorway down the hall. Following Lovino was hit with the smells of Spain's kitchen; Lovino looked at the kitchen in confusion. The first think he saw was a tall cupboard like thing with two side doors that hummed softly, there were similar objects in the counters and on them. The sound of a guitar pulled Lovino towards the back door, Spain was sitting in a chair playing a soft song from his guitar. Spain looked the same; he was smiling as he played his hair brushing lightly in front of his emerald-green eyes. France was sitting across from him, sprawled out on a bench; Prussia was leaning against a low wall near by. Lovino stepped out of the house and into the sun; the yard was also he same the only difference was the tomato vines seemed taller. Looking back at the trio, France and Prussia were talking about something while Spain just sat there plucking at his old guitar.

Lovino walked over to the older nation, Spain didn't even act like Lovino was there not used to be ignored by the Spaniard he raised his voice at him.

"Hey, Tomato Bastard are you listening to me?!"

Lovino got no response, reaching out he tried to grab the man's elbow. Like with Prussia his hands went right through Spain's elbow. Why can't I touch anything? I'm I invisible to them, and why? Sitting down next to Spain Lovino pondered on what he just discovered.

"Ve' Spain you home?" a voice called out, Spain and Lovino's head shut up.

Prussia glanced back towards where the voice called from, "We're around back!"

"Si Italy were back here!" Spain called out cheerfully, Lovino's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Italy why is he here, his voice sounds odd, a blonde man was the first around the corner he was wearing some type of light blue uniform. He looks like what that stupid German Holy Rome would look like when he's older.

"West you're here too, I guess it makes sense that you would be here if Italy is here."

"Ja bruder, Italy wanted to see Spain today."

Who the heck is this guy, he seems to be Prussia's brother and he looks like Holy Rome but Prussia called him West? What the hell is going on around here.

"Si, I hadn't seen big brother Spain in so long." A brown-haired man said cheerfully as he came out of behind the blonde. Lovino looked at him in puzzlement; he looked like what his younger brother would look like when he gets older.

"Hola, Italy it's nice to see you."

That's Italy, why is he grown?

While Lovino was pondering this, Italy was pretty much hugging everyone. Lovino got really jealous when he saw his little brother hug Spain, but there was nothing he could do he would just pass through someone. Lovino stayed by Spain the whole time though, France stayed in his seat and Prussia and the blonde named West were arguing over something. Well Prussia was taunting him and the blonde was ignoring it with difficulty a little yellow bird was flying around Prussia. Spain was just watching the two smiling his usual smile, setting his guitar to the side he lend forward with his arms resting on top of his knees.

"Hey Prussia, leave Germany alone you know how he's like." Spain called to his friend.

The now proclaimed Germany looked at Spain with a relieved look that was soon cut short by Italy. Italy latched on to Germany's arm laughing like an idiot, Prussia just laughed as he sat down next to France who moved to stop from getting sat on by the other nation.

"Hey, Spain have you seen fratello lately?" Italy asked looking over at the Spaniard.

Lovino perked up at the mention of himself, Spain brightened at the mentioning of him too.

"Si I have seen Romano, he…" Spain was cut off by the sound of a door slamming on the other side of the house.

"Spain you home?" a voice called out, a crash soon followed. "Hey Tomato Bastard why did you move the table, trying to kill someone!"

Spain sighed but still held his smile. Lovino hearing the name that he uses for Spain got up from where he was sitting. Another door slammed, Spain called out to the person in the house.

"Were back here Roma, please don't destroy my house."

A shadow soon appeared in the door way, it stepped out revealing an older version of Lovino. Lovino looked the older version of himself, he was wearing: a white t-shirt, light tan pants tucked in calf high boots. Spain stood up from his chair and went over to Romano,

"Hola Roma!" He said cheerfully.

He hugged the Italian who struggled to get out cursing the whole time. "Dammit bastard why do you need to hug me every time you see me." Romano said when Spain let go of him, his face was completely red.

"Mi tomate, I haven't seen you for a while know."

"I saw you yesterday!"

"Si, but you went home soon after the meeting though."

"Well duh, I do have paper work to do at home its not like Italy is much help."

"That's not fair fratello; I do my paper work too." Italy pouted.

"Oh yeah, when I drag you away from Potato bastard and force you to do your work."

"Speaking of work I should go home and start this week's paper work, adieu . France said as he got up and left waving fair well before disappearing around the corner.

"I should be going too." Germany said, looking at Prussia "You coming or are you staying here.

"Ja, I have some awesome things I need to do bye Spain. Prussia and Germany went around the corner.

"HEY wait for me! Bye Spain, Bye Romano. GERMANY!" The Italian called as he ran to catch up.

"Idiot" both Romano and Lovino said at the same time, Spain just laughed.

"Well Romano, you staying for dinner or are you going to leave me too."

"Shut up." Romano said as he went into the kitchen.

Spain and Lovino followed him into the kitchen; Romano was pulling things out of the cupboards.

"Romano what are you doing." Spain asked.

"What does it look like I'm starting to prep for dinner, you going to be useful or just stand there like an idiot?"

Translation

Si- Yes (Italian/Spanish)

Ja- Yes (German)

Fratello-Brother (Italian)