Hello everyone! This is going to be a series of shots of 2P history. 1Ps may or may not be mentioned, but they will not be seen. I am planning on not having any pairings that is outside of canon, and the events in the chapters won't be in chronological order.

I will be using headcanon human names (at times), but I will but a key on who is who at the top of the chapter to make it easier.

I am not portraying the 2Ps as psychopaths.

Enjoy!

Key:

Luciano: 2P Italy

Louis: 2P France

Andres: 2P Spain

Flavio: 2P Romano

Luciano could vaguely remember when he was actually happy. In his early childhood, he and his brothers would play all the time without a care in the world. In those days, Louis actually smiled, and Andres actually cared… It didn't last long.

His grandfather was a strict, stoic man who, even if he didn't express it, loved him and his brothers. Or so he thought. It seemed that just when they were comfortable, their grandfather changed. The man who took care of them began to abuse them, saying that the abuse would somehow make them stronger.

For the most part, it didn't. Flavio never really changed, in fact, he seemed to smile brighter, as if it would give Luciano and their older brothers comfort. Andres stopped caring, and Louis grew quiet and detached. Luciano, on the other hand, changed for the better. So much so, that he fought back against his grandfather, and even pulled out a knife on him once. His grandfather was furious, and even took him away from his friends and family to "discipline" him. Long, agonizing story short, the Roman Empire eventually fell, and Luciano returned to his brothers for a short time before living with Austria.

Luciano would never admit it, but he did miss his brothers, especially Flavio. Flavio had, for a long time, been the one in Luciano's life that he could tease relentlessly. But, it didn't matter anymore, because it wasn't long before little Luciano found someone else to harass: The Holy Roman Empire.

Holy Rome was scared of him, that much Luciano knew, but he could never figure out why Holy Rome didn't avoid him more effectively. Sure, Luciano was clever, and could probably find him, but the idiot wasn't even trying.

Luciano also didn't understand why he liked teasing Holy Rome so much, and he refused to listen to Austria's dumb words.

It's like when a little boy pulls on the hair of a young girl! It means he likes her a lot!

With those words in his head, Luciano was more frustrated than ever, and needed to find his outlet. Which, strangely, was harder to find than usual. After searching his house, and the whole property, he finally found Holy Rome and the front gates with an army.

Luciano smiled mischievously and pulled out his small knife from his little dress pocket. He sneaked up to the Germanic, and poked him lightly on the shoulder with his knife, applying just enough pressure to to give the other some pain, but not enough to break the skin

Holy Rome spun around with a nervous look, "Luciano! I'm sorry, but I don't have time to play!"

"Why not?" Luciano said in amusement, poking the other boy again.

"W-well, it-it's just that I-I h-have to leave." Holy Rome stammered as he took an uneasy step back.

Luciano narrowed his eyebrows and lowered his knife, "What?" He raised the blade again in a threatening manner, "Why? Explain yourself!"

Holy Rome spoke quickly in panic, "I'm going off into war!"

Luciano lowered his knife back down to his side as he felt a ping of pain in his chest at the words, "What? No! You can't leave!"

"Why?" Holy Rome said in frustration, "It's not like you actually want me around! You hate me! Why else would you threaten me with a knife all the time?"

"It's not like I actually hurt you!" Luciano defended, "And I don't hate you!" He looked at the ground trying to find the word to describe it. "I… I…" He left off the sentence there, feeling as if he was going to cry.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you," Holy Rome began, "But I have to go."

The young nation whirled around and went to leave, but Luciano grabbed his wrist in a death grip. Holy Rome turned back and tried the free his hand, "Ow! Luci, let me go!"

Teasing aside, Luciano never really wanted to hurt him, so he softened his hold, "But, you can't leave me!"

Holy Rome sighed, "Trust me, I don't want to leave you either."

That shocked Luciano. All his life, no one really wanted him around, not even his own grandfather.

"But, you know what?" Holy Rome continued, "You can come with me."

Luciano tilted his head, "I-I can?"

Holy Rome nodded, "I know it's a bit ambitious of me to say, but, we could become the biggest empire in the world."

Luciano's eyes narrowed as he took his hand away, "What? How stupid are you?"

"I'm afraid I don't understand." Holy Rome responded in a confused tone.

Luciano raised his voice, "That's exactly what my grandfather did! He expanded and expanded until he was too big and his empire fell apart!"

"Luci"

"Don't call me that!" Luciano shouted, "Does anyone ever learn from history? Or am I the only one?"

"Luciano, you have to understa-"

Luciano spun on his heels and marched away, "Go get killed in battle for all I care! If you fall apart, it's because of your own stupidity! Arrivederci!"

He could hear Holy Rome call out for him, but he ignored the Germanic boy. He just marched back to his house as he felt his heart shatter. He wasn't sure what was more painful, Holy Rome leaving, or his own cold words.

He stormed into his house only to hear the stupid Austrian's voice, "Italy, what's wrong?"

Luciano ignored him, and headed to his room.

"Hey!" He heard Hungary hiss, "He asked you a question you brat!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Luciano yelled as he slammed his bedroom door.

He went over to his bed and broke down. But, he was too young to understand why he was crying.

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