Here we go: Hetalia isn't mine; Flavio's name belongs to kyokyo866 on tumblr and his character design belongs to Lucky-Angel135 on ffnet. I'm really not sure who Luciano's name belongs to, but it's not me.
"Ve, Luddy?" Italy's voice floated down the hall.
"Yes, Feliciano?" he asked.
"There's someone at the door for you! And he says to tell you that… he likes your shoelaces?"
The simple phrase shot a thrill of fear and horror down his spine. "I'll be there in a moment," he called back. "Would you invite him inside?" How was he going to handle this? The last time he had seen the man now in his home had been seventy years ago, when he was half-mad on the pain and atrocities he committed.
Now wasn't the time for introspection, it was the time for action. Experience (not first hand, thank God,) had taught him that it was best not to keep the man waiting, so he folded his newspaper and followed the sound of two near-identical voices towards the parlor in the front of his home.
"I feel like I should know who you are, ve!"
"You're Italy, you simply must be. Germany spoke of you often."
"Really? What did he say?"
Luckily, the aforementioned intercepted the two brunet men. They were sitting in identical chairs and with identical postures, making them look like reflections of one another. "Feliciano, why don't you make some pasta for our guest?" he asked, looking at his unwelcome visitor.
"Yay! I'll be back with the best pasta ever, Luddy!" Italy cheered.
"Be careful," Germany replied.
"Of course!"
With Italy gone, there were no distractions from the other man in the parlor. "Why are you here?" he asked, fingers clenching slightly.
"Why not? You invited me over just the other month, and I figured being any later would be absolutely horrible manners, ve~!"
Wait, what? "Luciano, it's been nearly seventy years since I last saw you."
His eyebrows furrowed above violet eyes. "Oh. Really? That's so funny! Maybe by the time I get back, Flavio will have grown a backbone!" A hand found its way to the intruder's hair, twirling an especially long lock around a finger.
How was he supposed to respond to that? "I'm not the person you remember, Luciano. I've changed completely. I have a relationship with Feliciano, a working economy, and people I care about. I can't go back to the way I was before."
"Luciano" looked up at him. "I suppose I'll just have to find Prussia, then," he sighed. "Good luck with your surrender-loving weakling. I mean, when you told me what I was like, I was shocked, but honestly… he is a shame."
"Go home, Italy. Go home and leave this world to its own devices."
"If you insist, ve." This phrase was obviously insincere. "I think I might see you tomorrow, Ludwig." The Italy-that-was-not-Italy rose to his feet and walked up to Germany. Leaning up to whisper in the blond's ear, he said, "Wait for me."
And then he was gone.
Yes, this is 2P!talia. I'm on a kick right now, and 2P!Italy is my most absolute favorite person in the history of ever and ever. I don't know where I'm going with this, and I don't know why, but I needed to write it. Yay for confusing prologues that may never be updated again!
Um, Flavio is 2P!Romano, and Luciano is 2P!Italy. Those are some of the fandom!names they have, and I figured I didn't have much else to use.