Buon San Valentino

ChibItalia and HRE: Chapter One

I don't own Hetalia (;-;)

A messy bed sat amidst a dark room, with only a window showing the clouded morning sky. What ever was in the bed, rustled the covers. Feet moved to dangle over the bed, followed by a muddled head of short, rusty hair. With a yawn, the figure got up, getting dressed in a simple, green maids dress. It brushed it's hair before putting on a white bandana over it's hair. This was followed by the brushing of teeth, and the washing of it's face. It quickly read the calendar, showing "February 13th".

The figure stepped out for it's room, allowing some light to show the figure out. This figure appeared to be female, a young one at that. She looked left, then right, before going left. As she walked, the lighting in the house became more brilliant, allowing more of her features to be seen. The poor thing had black circles under her eyes, with drooping eyes above them. Her dress was wrinkled far beyond repair, and even if she did brush her hair, it stayed a mess.

The young female continued walking down the hall, passing by multiple objects like paintings, vases, and pillars that hung or accompanied the walls. Soon, the hall came to a clearing; she had found herself in the dinning area. Seated at the table was a female with brown hair, accompanied by a dark brown haired man. They both read their own newspapers, until they acknowledged the little lady.

"Why, good morning, Italy." the man greeted. "Your breakfast is ready, its next to Miss. Hungary." He waved his hands over to the empty seat, waiting for Italy to sit down. She sat down, holding up her spoon. The bowl contained still warm oatmeal with wild berries. Italy dug in, enjoying the meal. Upon finishing the dish, the older female spoke up.

"Good morning," Hungary started, "I hope you slept well, for once, Miss. Italy. Same for you, Mr. Austria." Italy first sighed, knowing "she" was really a boy. Yet he nodded "her" head awkwardly, knowing he was lying. Both of the older countries looked at the younger, and frowned. "Please, be honest." Hungary begged. With a sigh, Italy shook his head. He put his hands to his face, and tried not to start crying in front of his family.

Mr. Austria spoke up next, "I… I understand, Italy… But please, you need to try to get over… that fact." The old, male country was starting to choke on his words, he himself, not being able to get over "that fact". Italy looked up for his hands, only to show tears burning on his cheeks. Hungary gasped, quickly getting up to comfort the female. Austria only hung his head in shame of worsening the situation.

"Please, stop crying Italy… Its hard on us all…" Hungary began tearing up herself. The whole table was in a gloomy atmosphere, and was about to burst at any second if provoked further. Noticing this, Mr. Austria left the table, following by Miss. Hungary after giving Italy a quick hug. The younger country stayed, and sobbed.

It felt like hours until evening came for Italy. He ended up staying in his room, and it didn't seem like this was a first. The leaders of the house-hold didn't dare disrupt the weakened country, but kept an eye and ear open all the time. They suffered almost as much as their underling, yet the young male defiantly suffered the most.

Italy had made it past just a friendship with this unmentioned country, and he had left for war. The only news they got was of his death. It broke everyones heart hearing his story. Nothing really mattered to Italy anymore, unless it was pasta. Yet sometimes pasta came to second place after sorrowing over the missed country.

Nothing was the same for months, aside the fact that Italy kept cleaning the home every second day or so. It must have preoccupied the country from his sorrow, but he came across many items and objects that screamed this country's name.

After the young nation had laid down in his girly pyjamas, the pillow was like a button for sleep; it came fast. Sleep was something uncommon for Italy, but crying all day was quite tiring. For him, it was a dreamless night.

It was the next morning, with the sun shining through Italy's window. As the country got up, he smiled. Something told him it was going to be a great day. Getting up once again, he repeated his previous morning routine. Everything felt bright and bouncy, full of life. The halls were illuminated with sunlight, while it reflected on the occasional vase.

Italy skipped down the hall, a small smile plastered onto his face. He passed the paintings, vases, pillars, and brush broom once again. It was as if the world was truly alive. Once again, he came to the dinning room. The two older country's noticed his smile, and returned it.

"I assume today is better, so far?" Hungary asked. Italy nodded with enthusiasm, sitting down for "her" meal. It was a wheat-filled cereal with semi-warmed milk. Italy ate it at a normal pace, but it was downed in under three minutes.

Hungary and Austria were trying to hold back heartily giggles and smiles. They knew something that Italy didn't… and it seems it meant to be quick the shocker. Just before they would burst from holding their excitement in, Italy got up from the table, and left to go start cleaning. The duo let their laughs eco through the dinning room, just distant from the young countries ears.

"I can't wait to tell Italy, or for her to see for herself!" the female country yipped, jumping over to Austria, strangling him in a hug.

"C-Calm down… and please l-let go…" Austria asked. She let go, while the male dusted the non excitant dust off his pants. "I'm just as happy and excited, Miss Hungary." He smiled, then left for his office.