Author's note: Sadly I own nothing of Hetalia or anything related but a small plushy of Flying mint bunny. This story is not from the series or movies it's based off my imagination, other parings will show up in other chapter's and I would love to have others to review though such things are not necessary. To get more chapters quickly I will need to be bothered constantly. I hope you enjoy this story with Italy and Belarus
Belarus tightened the fur coat around her. The sun blaring down on the young girl, yet it made no difference for her how hot or cold it was. She was chilled to the bone, unable to stop her shaking; the coat was needed and it would stay on. She looked around seeing no one near, thankfully, no one needed to see her; no one should see a nation as she was now. A nation yet still a young girl with inexperience's with things that would confused and scare her yet thrill her all at once to the point of panic.
Alone in a park she sat on a bench, shivering, cold, knowing well how alone she was in this area far from home. Those she knew would not know what to do and those she didn't may pry in to the issue of her own. Yet quickly she heard a familiar humming, carefree, vivacious and cheerful growing, ever so closer. Only one man she knew would hum a childish song so happily at any given time of the day, glancing up she seen the man to, merrily walking, light brown hair dancing in the wind. His Curl twisting up, away from all the others, as if to how it was the leader. His eyes shut as he walked, happy in his daily clothing, a simple clean, white shirt and pair of brown pants. Though his humming stopped short as a shiver went down his spine, rigged and unsure he looked around seeing a fur coat glaring at him. Seeing this he turned to go, though a unknown force kept him still. Fur coats didn't normally have eyes and when did they live in Italy? Normally he would see no one in such a coat in the middle of summer, it was hot and the sun was often out and everyone ware such lovely clothing to show off. Not hide away on a fur coat. Confused he turned and walked to the coat, seeing the eyes still glaring he recognized them.
They were Belarus's the younger girl who was obsessed with her brother and very, very, very scary too. Watching her though Italy knew something was off with her. Italy had the strange want to walk over and hug her closely. Forcing himself to sit by her he looked at Belarus with a soft smile "Hi" he said getting a glare in return. Scared only a moment his green eyes meet her blue ones and he seen what was wrong, tears. They were falling from her eyes and quickly, and then streamed down her cheeks. Italy blinked, was she really crying? What was the matter with her? Reaching out a hand to try and touch her cheek to be sure she snapped away "Leave me alone" she croaked out weakly, it was meant to sound threatening yet…. Oddly it made Italy want to throw his arms around her and whisper soft reassuring words to her. Though the though was tempting so was the thought of running away and leaving her here alone. Thinking a moment about it he soon felt something buried in to his arm. Blinking and looking down he seen the top of Belarus's blond head, gently he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in to his chest before the other joined its match around the girl. "You shouldn't be alone crying here, you should be comforted by some one okay" Italy said feeling her stiffen for a moment before her shoulders sagged and she started to cry once again.
Italy sat holding her and stroking her back and hair as she cried knowing how often this had been done to him by his brother or Germany, always someone was there for Italy yet who was there for Belarus? Her sister Ukraine? No she was always off somewhere, they hardly seen each other from what Italy knew. Russia, he would never be kind to his sister like this, not the younger one at least. He feared his sister more then he loved her, touching her in such a way would never cross his mind for any reason at all. Italy looked at the younger nation. Was she truly alone here, and at home? Looking at Belarus he tightened his grip holding her closer "If you ever need to cry, I'm here for you okay. You shouldn't be alone crying like this. Someone needs to hold you close and show you they care". Looking at her Italy noticed Belarus looking up at him "But you never cared before at all" Fixing her hair Italy smile at her kindly "I care about everyone I know, you, Germany, Russia, America, France and everyone else. No matter how mean they are"
"You are a foolish man, but I admire you so much" Belarus then buried her ha back in to the oft shirt of Italy's oddly broad chest, it felt so nice and comforting warming the shiver's that racked her body till she soon fell asleep. th gil looked so innocent, an sweet, and scared in her sleep. to see her now in such a way was startling. Italy blinked she was a brave and beautiful girl so often what happened to make her this way now so quickly? Only yesterday he seen her at the meeting standing off toward Russia trying to show off to him as she often did to make him happy and accept her, though it failed a it normally did and he pent that meeting glaring at China who had one Russia favor again