Hetalia is not mine I do not and will not own it. This is a FANFICTION.. Yaoi of course duh don't like yaoi… then don't read it. The song in here Lullaby for a stormy night is not mine either it is owned by someone else that is not me. Have fun and I hope you like it.
The rain pounded heavily against the dark colored wood door that the young Italian twins hid behind. The slightly younger one, with light auburn, short hair with one strange curl protruding out the left side of his head, screamed when thunder hit harshly outside in the dark night sky. The older one at the ripe old age of sixteen grabbed his scared brother bringing the sobbing other into his chest as a sort of protection their only light being lightening that flashed outside making a warm greeting to the windows as the room went bright to a dull nothingness again.
"Shhhh Feli it will be alright I'm here with you… The storm will pass soon and we can go look you're your kitty…okay?," The older teen, with a darker color of auburn mixed with a dark brown color a similar curl sticking out on the right in the front of his face, soothed as softly as possible, for him to do since he wasn't the sweetest person, he slightly petted his brother's head only receiving a soft nod.
"Lovi… what if he got hurt though… I don't know what I would do," Feliciano whined as he pushed his tear stained face further into his brother's chest," I'm so scared…. Fratello will you please sing to me?"
The question wasn't really needed they both knew that Lovino would do anything for his younger brother that he loved and hated so dearly. "….Fine…," He muttered under his breathe his cheeks tinting a light pink as he started.
"Little child, be not afraid though rain pounds harshly against the glass like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger I am here tonight little child, be not afraid though thunder explodes and lightning flash illuminates your tear-stained face I am here tonight and someday you'll know that nature is so the same rain that draws you near me falls on rivers and land on forests and sand makes the beautiful world that you'll see in the morning little child, be not afraid though storm clouds mask your beloved moon and its candlelight beams, still keep pleasant dreams I am here tonight little child, be not afraid though wind makes creatures of our trees and their branches to hands, they're not real, understand and I am here tonight for you know, once even I was a little child, and I was afraid but a gentle someone always came to dry all my tears, trade sweet sleep for fears and to give a kiss goodnight well now I am grown and these years have shown that rain's a part of how life goes but it's dark and it's late so I'll hold you and wait 'til your frightened eyes do close and I hope that you'll know that nature is so the same rain that draws you near me falls on rivers and land on forests and sand makes the beautiful world that you'll see in the morning everything's fine in the morning the rain'll be gone in the morning but I'll still be here in the morning." He finished as his brother drifted off into a peaceful sleep showing off his heavy eyelids that drooped over his golden eyes and the shallow slow breathing that slightly rocked his body. Lovino placed a light kiss on top of his brother head," Good night."
…"….Ti amo….Fratello," Feliciano yawned in his sleep cuddling closer to his brother as the storm died down to a light rain on the flooded streets. Lovino pulled his brother up with him the boy now lightly snoring in his grasp. He walked down the hallway to Feliciano, or their room since they usually slept in the same bed, and laid him in the bed. Tucking him in and kissing his forehead again he replied to his brother," Ti amo." He quickly slipped out of the quiet dark room and house, determined to find his brothers lost feline that he loved so dearly. He had forgotten his jacket at home deciding that he had no need for it since it was barely raining and was warm.
He stalked across the nearly emptied streets illuminated by the dimmed yellow rays from the street lights. As the night grew later the temperature dropped freezing the poor little Italian who thought the trip would be a few minutes not a few hours. He would turn home but, sadly, he had wandered too far away from the home to turn back now.
His body slouched in a silent defeat as his thoughts went to how his brother would react if he were to fail at finding his beloved Holy Rome. The name came from this kid he had a crush on when they were younger, he had slicked back blonde hair and a bright shining pair of sapphires, his nickname, for some unknown stupid reason, was Holy Rome. Feliciano was his best friend until one day the kid moved away back to his home country of Germany. His sadness brought about the buying of this cat, that had gotten lost when it had been let out, and the naming of the poor thing.
With his thoughts spread out over the negative reactions about how his brother will hate him he does not succeed, he stepped off the side-walk into the street to go to the other side to continue his search. However, in his empty-minded state he failed to notice the car, driven by a late night drunk driver, speeding right at him. He did however notice a moment to late as the car skidded into him and…someone else? The brakes that had been slammed down on hard made the impact less painful, but it still hurts like hell to get hit by a car no matter what.
The driver got out and looked at the two unconscious bodies on the wet concrete with a look of pure regret and heartache. He quickly called the police explaining, or slurring, what had happened before hopping in his car and driving off fast barely grazing the mysterious boy.
A blaring siren awoke the tanned teenager that desperately clung to the unconscious bleeding Italian. Unsure of what to do stay or go he quickly pulled the boy in his lap recognizing the Italian, Lovino his name was, as the one he had secretly watched at a distance too confused and nervous to approach the guy. This is never what he wanted.
He went into a state of shock worrying for Lovino's life and sat there frozen with the guy he desperately wanted to be his in his arms as they both bled out. He nearly had a heart attack when the people in white ripped him from his arms and on a white bed..? Stretcher? He didn't know. But the next thing that freaked him out was he, himself, being lifted by these people and put into the same vehicle-box-thing as his Lovino. Er.. Not his…not yet that is. He looked over to Lovino as the darkness nipped at his barely conscious mind causing him to shut down into a deep sleep.
His mind drifted off into strange things that he could not quite comprehend all he could feel was a cold, icy liquid pouring through his veins and being extremely sleepy even though was already out. He could felt as if he were moving but he wasn't sure. A sharp, bright light penetrated the darkness burning into him with an intense fire. His curiosity got the better of him as he traveled to it reaching a hand out.
"..Were losing him.. Quick HURRY WITH THE SHOCKS," a weird voice broke through shaking everything heavily as the darkness cracked and fell apart releasing the bright lights and many faces hovering briefly over him before moving quickly to keep him alive. His condition was not stable at all.
He had taken most of the impact when he pushed Lovino out of the way. Yet despite his help Lovino was still injured, but not nearly as badly. He had a concussion, broken wrist and forearm and a few scrapes and minor cuts. Antonio, this unknown savior, had a bad concussion his whole arm broken his ankle broken, collar bone and a few ribs cracked. He also had some spinal leakage from the impact added to his other injuries giving him a very high fever and his, should be, death. But the doctors pulled through. The two days of working on him and paid off he was just stable enough to rest before his painful surgeries.
So how was it? Any good?