The beginning of a new series of fanfiction where different characters from Hetalia: Axis-Powers are different experiments created by the ancients (Germania, Rome, Britannia, Gaul, Normandy ect).

Fanfiction 1- Romano- Fenice

Description- Lovino Vargas, grandson of Romulus Vargas, was the first child born of Romulus' children. This alone, was a miracle as Lovino's parents were both infertile and despite this-Lovino and later Feliciano were born. From day one, everyone knew Lovino was special. Not only was he a silent born child, who adapted to life outside the womb quickly, but he was born /dry/ and /warm/ with a marking of a wing on his right shoulder blade. His parents did not see Lovino's difference, having been first time parents, but the newly made grandfather did. During the night after Lovino was born, the young Italian 'disappeared' and was never seen again by his beloved parents. Strangely, the grandfather everyone loved had also left the picture and now gained a child to raise as his own. Now, what will happen to this young Italian? Read to find out.

Hello! Welcome to my new fanfiction, Auxilium~ Now I know what you're thinking-yet another fanfiction she's going to get bored with. Well, I certainly hope I don't leave this one! For those waiting for chapters to Alfred in Wonderland and Please can you keep my secret, please be patient. I am working on these chapters as fast as I can! :) For now-Enjoy this random idea I got while looking at a wingtalia image~ Reads, reviews and favs, follows are adored xxx Enjoy~

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Chapter 1- The Beginning

Lovino Vargas stretched lazily in the hot, early June sunshine and rolled over on to his stomach. He frowned and peered through a tangle of brown locks at his friend and adopted brother Antonio Carriedo, who was lying on the grass, his eyes tightly shut.

"Wake up, 'Tonio, and say something interesting, damn it!"

"I am awake. It's you who've been asleep, Lovi," came the indignant reply.

Gilbert Beilschmidt reached over and flicked a handful of grass across Lovi's bare legs. "Snoring too," he informed him cheerfully.

Lovi grunted in disbelief and buried his head in the grass, huffing at the Prussian boy's cocky nature and the Spaniard's smart-ass reply.

It was as Lovino put it, 'tar-melting hot' and according to the weather forecast, the good weather was here for a long time to come. The backyard to the Spaniard's home, shady and green and nearby the Italian boy's own home, was the favourite lunch-time spot for all of the little group of friends to meet up. Or-those whom Lovino's grandfather, Romulus, approved of. The noise of the busy Spanish streets faded into the background and if you could ignore the insistent sound of horns from the cars you could almost pretend you were in the countryside.

Antonio and Gilbert's friend, Francis Bonnefoy, looked up from his romance novel.

"We seem to spend all of our free time asleep these days," He said softly.

"It's so damn hot, what else is there to do, idiota?!" complained Lovino testily, swinging himself upright. "Either way, it does us good to get some fresh air...especially when grandpa doesn't let me out to be with you guys anymore." He dug crossly into a daisy, his frown deepening.

"To be fair, with your eighteenth birthday coming up, the stress he's feeling with you growing up is enough to send a saint up the wall, let alone your usually unpredictable grandfather," chuckled Gilbert, trying to joke Lovino out of his bad mood. Just lately he had been far from pleasant company. He argued at every little thing and it was too hot to enjoy quarreling.

Antonio nodded in agreement, understanding better than anyone that Lovino's growing up was rather important to Romulus Vargas and the elder man had put a lot of work into the suddenly grumpy Italian. The noise of the people on the Spanish streets couldn't help Romulus concentrate on his plans. Honestly, you would find yourself writing down ideas on how to build sound-proof windows and walls for as cheap of price as possible instead of planning an 18th birthday.

"I just don't understand why he has to be so controlling," Lovi grumbled, finally uprooting the daisy with a vicious dig of his nail.

"Question of who you're with, how long you're out for and from what time in the morning, and-"

"Oh all right, Francis! We all know you know my grandfather well enough to be his own son. There's no need to keep harping on at me about it."

Francis looked up sharply as a nasty little pause grew after Lovi's last words. He had sounded really sarcastic then, quite unlike the Lovi he had known from previous years. He glanced over at Antonio for help but the way he was lying, eyes shut, flat on his back and was obviously miles away dreaming of tomatoes. It was Gilbert who came to his rescue. He suddenly sprang up, pushing back his frosty strands of silver hair.

"Action, everyone. We'll all melt if we lie here much longer, which is a totally unawesome way to die may I add! Or worse, we'll get sunstroke. Lovino! Get up and start picking tomatoes! For some reason you and Antonio always obsess over that fruit...it's weird!"

Lovino huffed and tried to throw off his bad temper. He knew he was being harsh but it was so hot he felt miserable, being more sensitive to the heat than most other people. "Good idea," he said, getting to his feet and grabbing the basket Antonio had left on the porch. Noticing the grass Gilbert had to graciously sprinkled on his legs, he grumbled and banged his legs until there was no more of the 'nasty nature'. "We promised to meet your brother at the gate with a basket for his dad, remember? It was better without the stick-up-his-ass spoil sport being around, but he couldn't have that cold forever, si? Idiota couldn't catch a cold in the winter, oh no, had to be when summer began-"

Antonio came back to earth at these words. Life had seemed strangely more dull without Ludwig forever being strict about his brother's activities, despite him being the younger child of the two. And although Antonio was very fond of Lovino, there were times when the little Italian needed sitting on good and hard and Ludwig was the only person to do it successfully.

He watched the others wander off towards the bushes, glad of a chance to be on his own for a change. One thing about being a social butterfly was that you were always surrounded by people no matter the time of day or year. You couldn't get away from anyone to think. Antonio pushed his dark hair out of his eyes and sighed. He hated the fact Lovi's eighteenth birthday was merely a week away, knowing that the young Italian was going to go through a lot of pain as he did every year. He adored Lovino and hated the thought of the young boy sick with fever, his body temperature soaring unlike anything he'd ever seen before. At least he could help care for the boy, Lovino wouldn't have stood for it if he wasn't. He smiled as he imagined the little Italian's anger at such a crime and cursing his grandfather for such sacrilege. To Lovi, Antonio was the brother he'd always wanted and had a way with calming him down when he had his infamous 'fever', and Antonio often thought the same about Lovino. He gave the Spaniard's life a bit of sugar, spice, and everything nice. At the funny rhyme appearing in his thoughts, he began to hum a salsa tune he had learnt as a child and began to move his body to the beat he was humming.

"Do you often dance lying flat on your back?" Said a voice above him. "Really, Antonio, you have no idea how foolish it looks."

Antonio opened his eyes, startled, then became serious as Romulus Vargas, arms crossed, dropped to the ground beside him.

"Sorry," he said, "I didn't realize I was."

"No need to apologize, infant. I'm perfectly fine for what you do in your own home, as long as Lovino doesn't pick up such childish traits." He chuckled and gave a grin, his teeth flashing in his tanned face. Somehow Romulus never really looked like a man in his 50's. His clothes seemed too casual and trendy. But he was quite a powerful man who was also quite an important business man too. Why Antonio never felt in awe of him like he did Romulus' business partner and Gil's grandfather he had never been able to fathom.

"Well, how's life, Antonio? Bearing up?" Antonio smiled. Romulus was the only person who really used his full name and called him 'infant' for fun. He remembered how he had coined it for him on his very first meeting with the Italian elder. He had been so childish, so small and innocent, that infant apparently seemed rather appropriate.

"I'm fine. Hot and sticky and dreading Lovino's birthday, but otherwise on top of the world."

Romulus stretched his length along the grass and stared up at the cloudless sky. "Indeed, I too have been not looking forward to him growing to this age...he's had such a free life, Antonio, and this fever shall be the worst one yet-."

"You know about the intensity of this fever?" Antonio raised an eyebrow as he asked this, suddenly rather curious about how much the Italian man actually knew of his grandson's ailment.

There was a long pause as Romulus merely stared up at the sky as the familiar yell of Gilbert and Ludwig reached his ears and causing him to chuckle. "That reminds me, give my best wishes to those of the Beilschmidt family, would you?" He asked, sitting up and looking over in Lovino's location. Bringing a whistle to his lips, the Italian boy looked over and instantly rushed to his grandfather.

Antonio blinked, the sudden change of subject confusing him to a state of stupidity. Even as Lovino knelt by him and said goodbye before leaving with his grandfather, he didn't ask for his basket or a tomato in the least as he usually had done. Furrowing his eyebrows, the Spaniard got to his feet and decided he had a little business trip he had to make before Lovi's birthday. It was...rather important and pressing.

"Did you have fun at Antonio's, pretty birdy~?" Romulus cooed to his grandson, an arm wrapped around his shoulders as he led him towards the basement.

"Si, grandfather...thank you for allowing me out today." Lovino replied without a second thought, offering the elder a smile and suppressing a shudder as the door to his cage opened.

"Si, well, don't expect it again until your birthday. I think the pretty birdy needs his rest before the fever, don't you?"

Lovino frowned as he was shoved into the basement cage, sighing and sinking to his knees with his back facing his grandfather. "Yes...grandfather." He murmured softly, his body heating up severely and eyes glowing an ember-like orange.

As soon as the words left his lips, his body turned to ashes and in its place a young bird with a body and wings of fire flew to it's perch. Giving a cry, it watched Romulus laugh mockingly at his state before the elder leaving and locking the door behind him. His house...his home...it was nothing more than a disguise for the cage...

For, the Italian was a creature inhuman...
He was born with a pet name...
Fenice.