Reversed

by RavenExpert.

A Hetalia fanfiction.

Rated T for violence, blood, and bad language.

Chapter 1: First Stop

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN.

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"Ve! I'm late for the World Meeting! Germany's going to yell at me again!"

Italy soon got out of his bed and wore his blue military suit. He hurriedly opened exit door, but when he opened it, the door hit someone else who was on the other side of the door. It hit quite hard actually. Italy was startled. He peeked behind the door, and it turned out that Romano was the one behind the door. His nose was bleeding. As he was getting pissed, he stared at Italy with an angered pair of eyes.

"Dammit... Look when you're going to open a door, you bastard!" Romano yelled directly towards Italy's face. He could feel his brother's boiling blood just from looking at him.

"Ve! I'm sorry, Romano! Please forgive me!" Italy was fidgeting. However, strangely enough, Romano stopped bickering and sighed as he was holding his nose. Blood smeared on the back of his hand too.

"Fine... I'll forgive you just this time... Where are you going?" Romano stared at Italy when he saw that his brother was ready, as if he was about to go somewhere else.

"I'm going to Germany's place. There's a World Meeting today, isn't there?" Italy tilted his head.

"Oh yeah... Dammit. Of all possible places, it has to be Potato Bastard's place..." Romano's nosebleed had stopped already. "I'll go with you. I have to be present too, right? Even though I don't want to..."

"Really!? Yay! Thank you, big brother!"

"Shut the hell up! Now you have to clean this blood! It's getting on my nerves!"

"Ve, ve! Alright, Romano!" Italy accompanied Romano towards a bathroom to clean his wound, as he was looking happy. Romano just making a "tch" face as he kept holding his nose with the back of his hand.

Berlin, Germany.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Germany!" Italy rushed inside the conference room followed by Romano from behind. But something's weird. No one is present in the conference room. Not even a presence, not a single person.

The brothers entered the room, but nothing seemed to be out of place. Each chair were placed correctly and the carpet seemed fine. It would be more accurate to say that nothing had happened in the conference room.

"Now what? Are we so late that the meeting's over already?" Romano just glared at the empty room before he turned to his brother. "This is so your fault, you stupid brother!"

"Ve! I'm sorry, fratello!" Italy continued fidgeting again as Romano showed a death glare on him.

Not long after, someone came into the room. Italy and Romano turned their faces towards the person. It was Germany. Seeing his friend, Italy quickly approached the buff with a smile on his face. "Germany! I'm so glad I found you! Where are the others? Has the meeting finished already?"

"Oh no. I change the meeting place. It's not in Berlin. It's in Frankfurt. I haven't told you yet?"

"No. That's why I went here..." Italy looked down. Germany smiled a bit and kissed Italy's forehead. Romano soon turned angry and scolded him.

"Hey, Potato Bastard! Don't you dare got any closer to my brother than this!"

"Oh, really? It's not your business though." He replied with a smirk, something that Italy didn't expect at all.

"G-germany?"

"Yeah?" Germany turned his face towards Italy.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course. Don't worry about me. The meeting haven't started yet, but the train to Frankfurt won't wait." Germany was about to leave the brothers.

"Then why did you come here in the first place?" Romano asked Germany with a bitter tone.

"I came to pick something up. I'll go on ahead, since I have to arrange the meeting." Germany gave a grin and then he left the brothers.

When he was out of sight, Romano gritted his teeth as he showed a face of annoyance. "Dammit. That Potato Bastard is just keep getting on my nerves..."

But something more unusual happened. Italy didn't respond to that comment. Going by his usual personality, he would defend his best friend. But that didn't happen. Romano, of course, noticed that Italy had gone quiet. "What's wrong?"

Romano's question woke Italy up from his daydreaming. "Huh? Uh, nothing, big brother! Let's take a train to Frankfurt! We don't want to be late for the meetings!" Italy ran towards the entrance door with Romano chased after him.

Train station to Frankfurt.

"Our train will arrive in an hour. I'll look around to find a restroom, so you stay here, you bastard."

"Ehehe~! Roger!" Italy raised his hand happily, as Romano turned away and left him. Italy sat down on a bench while waiting patiently for Romano and the train to arrive.

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In front of the restroom.

Romano heard a commotion nearby. He wasn't really interested at first, but since there's a lot of people, it might be important. He looked at the giant watch in the train station, and it seemed that he still had time left. He went to the direction of the commotion. He fit himself into the crowd, trying to see what happened. He immediately closed his mouth when he saw that someone was killed, shot in the heart.

Seeing a bloodied corpse made Romano wanted to vomit. But luckily he could stand it. Dammit... A murder case in broad daylight like this... This world has gone straight to shit...

He exited the crowd to get away from the sight. He couldn't really help it. He heard some people discussing about the murder case, unknowingly.

"How creepy... A murder in a broad daylight..."

"Yeah... And according to the police, the killer might still be around!"

"We have to get out quick... Who knows who will be targeted next!"

"I hope the killer can be captured soon..."

Now he couldn't just stay. Romano sneaked into another part of the station to find something since he was so curious. He walked into an alley a bit, until he felt that he had kicked something gently on the ground. When he looked down, he saw that the thing he kicked was a pair of glasses.

"What the hell is this? Glasses?" Romano picked it up.

It was a pair of square-shaped glasses with no frame on the upper part. The lens was cracked a bit. He examined it, and he was shocked to see small traces of blood stains on the lens. The glasses was located not far from the crime scene, so it must be connected with the case. But after seeing and examining the glasses, Romano raised one of his eyebrows.

"This is America's glasses, right? What the hell is it doing here? And why was it stained by blood?"

After a few moments of silence, Romano narrowed his eyes and seemingly to be in deep of thought.

"That American bastard... didn't kill someone... right...?"

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A/N: This should be enough for a prologue... I think. I suddenly got an idea to make this fanfiction so here you go. The concept of the idea itself is actually pretty interesting. I hope for your good responses, and please review!

I usually create fanfic about USUK, but now I want to change a bit. This is about all of them. America had done something bad?