AN:
I apologise for the horrible horrible summary and insanely crappy title.
Okay so this is my first fan fiction and I hope you guys like it. I apologise for any mistakes I might have made or any offense. Constructive criticism is more than welcome, in fact it is loved and adored, as are reviews. If you have any questions, comments, concerns, whatever, you can review or send me a PM I will read and reply to them all.
Warning:Lovino's language
Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia would I be writing fanfiction? NO! I would be putting this kind of stuff into the show.
Now, onto the story!
'That fucking bastard,' Lovino thought as he stalked out of the restaurant, 'he had no damn right to fire me. I may not be the most hospitable person but damn it that is no reason to fire me, so what I may have threatened to kill a customer with a kitchen knife, that bastard deserved it, talking to me that way.' He kept on ranting in his mind about the incompetent boss and rude customers not paying any attention to where he was going. 'Shit, just my fucking luck now it's raining' his scowl deepened and he glared at the rain cutting through the sky as he continued his march home.
When he stepped off the curb and into the street he was abruptly brought to his senses by the sound of screeching tires and smell of burning rubber. Lovino's eyes grew as he watched in horror at the quickly approaching headlights; he was frozen in place unable to move when he realized that the car would get no traction to stop on the wet asphalt. Lovino closed his eyes as he was hit with the awaited impact to go crashing to cold hard surface of the ground.
Shit, Lovino thought in a daze examining the darkness that now enclosed him, 'I'm fucking dead, I never thought I would go like that, damn that bastard distracting me so I couldn't get home safely, if he hadn't had fired me this wouldn't have happened.' His mind kept ranting even in this state, death could not stop his anger, it only increased it, and he sure as hell was not going to blame himself. 'Well, fuck, what I do now anyway, this isn't at all what I thought death would be like,' he took in the empty blackness for a moment, there was nothing 'Well, at least it is peaceful' he closed his eyes and shrugged as he tried to relax in the nothingness, accepting it as a reverie from his stressful life. It was then he noticed it, 'It smells like tomatoes here, why the fuck does it smell like tomatoes?' he was confused momentarily before accepting it as just another thing to enjoy about death, he would forever be encompassed in nothing but the delightful smell of the best food in the world. He closed his eyes again reveling in the smell and quiet that seemed to avoid his everyday life.
Then he felt it. The burst of pain that exploded from the back of his head and crippled him, refusing to allow him his refuge. 'What the fucking hell!?' he screamed in the pain unable to control himself in his twisting agony that refused to relinquish hold 'I thought you weren't supposed to fucking feel pain when you were dead, what the hell kind of rip off is this?' the pain increased captivating his entire body paralyzing him.
The rest of his senses came rushing back, suddenly he could feel the thick warm liquid pooling around his head and shoulders, taste it as the same coppery liquid filled his mouth making it impossible to breath. He was confused for a moment before panicking; that was his blood under his head, it was his blood filling his mouth, it was his blood leaving him at such a rate that his limbs were heavy and he couldn't move. His hearing suddenly returned first the muffled gasps and screams of onlookers, the squealing tires as a culprit sped away from the scene of his crime, the wailing of sirens trying desperately to make it to the dead man.
The sudden realization hit Lovino like the car all over again, 'I'm not dead?' he thought for a moment it was more of a question than anything then again 'I'm not dead… I'M NOT DEAD!' mind was yelling the epiphany at him. Then panic set in, 'Wait a moment,' he stopped himself his heart quickening 'If I am not dead then why can't I see anything?'
His panic increased and he felt his heart would jump out of his chest, each beat being like another blow to his broken body. He took a shallow breath only to erupt in even more pain as his ribs screamed for him to stop. He complied and remained utterly still, the voices around him getting more and more frightened. The pain increased again when he felt two hands on his chest pumping furiously; again when something reached for his face, and when someone pressed their lips to his in hopes of reviving him, he exploded.
"CHIGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" he screamed (in a very manly way for nearly dying of course) and his body's pain increased infinitely with his sudden consciousness, his eyes snapped open only for dark brown hair that wasn't his to invade them, and he made the horrible mistake of trying to sit up. Pain erupted from every corner of his body depriving any chance of movement. The pain was so great he felt the need to scream, the idea being that if he could just scream it could displace even some of the pain, but no sound came out, choked by the immense pain that it was trying to expel.
Firm hands held his shoulders down and the hair moved from his eyes, being replaced with caring emeralds gazing back at him "Don't move," a voice dripping with a thick Spanish accent instructed "it could just make things worse, especially if you have a concussion. Hang in there, the ambulance is on its way." Lovino tried to push him off, tried to yell "Get off me bastard!", but to no avail the pain hindering both his speech and his movements. Lovino could do nothing but stare back at the man as fear and pain overtook him, he could hear the sirens growing closer as the pain pulled him away from consciousness into the darkness that he willingly embraced.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
'God damn it, what the hell is that fucking noise?' Lovino cracked his eyes open, the lights of the pure white room blinding him. "Where the hell am I?" he voiced stupidly because when he did he was tackled, an excited little brother landing in his lap and wrapping his arms around his neck in the affectionate version of a chokehold.
"Veeeee~! Fratello you are okay!" the younger Vargas cooed rubbing his cheek against the elder affectionately. The sudden pain that erupted from his body shook Lovino back to reality and his situation. His brother's innocent attack had sent a crippling pain throughout his body and would have caused him to stop breathing if not for the oxygen being forced into his nose. He remembered the accident, the fears, the pain, his mind slowed by the narcotics pumping through his IV, which he assumed helped the pain even if he could not tell the difference.
"F- Feliciano, get o-off that h-hurts" he wheezed through the pain trying to reason with his head that the pain would only get better if it allowed him to speak.
Feliciano jumped off of his brother as suddenly as he had jumped on, he saw the pain in his brother's eyes and apology flooded his own. He looked like a scolded puppy and began pleading and apologizing to his brother "Fratello, oh no I am so sorry, I didn't think," He paused unsure of what words should be said "I'm sorry…" he said again tears welling in his already red and tired eyes.
Lovino sighed taking in the pitifully sad man that was his brother; he felt horrible for hurting him (even if it was Lovino that actually felt the pain) and reached out to pull him into a lighter hug only to wince in pain. A different pain flashed in his brother's eyes as his took Lovino's hand gently and for the first time that Lovino could remember was actually silent. This silence only lasted a minute though before the red eyed boy released his brother's hand and sat in the chair nearby taking a mere moment to study him before speaking, "Do you remember what happened?"
Lovino was phased at this question, yes he remembered everything, why wouldn't he? But for fear of being questioned by his brother and letting him see any more of the pain which he had suffered he decided to spare him the details. "I remember being hit by a car, then I blacked out and now I'm here," He spoke nonchalantly like he had simply forgotten to pick up the paper or something. Feliciano stared in worry then nodded and his face changed to put up a façade of eager ignorance and utter joy.
"Ve~! Then I guess I will just have to tell you everything that happened Fratello," his smile broadened as he thought about the best way to relay the news. "Well, um I guess I should start with your injuries… you have a concussion, 3 broken ribs, a broken arm, and a twisted ankle, plus you are pretty banged up in general." Lovino nodded, the pain suddenly making sense when he understood the injuries behind it, Feliciano watched trying to figure out how to go on, "Um, fratello, there is something else I need to tell you…" one of the tears that had been harbored in his eye fell as he said this, not wanting to look his brother in the eye.
AN: I have no real schedule for uploading this, it really depends on how much i get done when, but chapter 2 should definitely be uploaded tomorrow!
I apologise for the cliffhanger, at least it isn't too long of a wait right?
Also, if there are any side pairings or omakes (I believe that is what the extra chapters on other pairings are called, right?) you want let me know, I will try to add a few in here, Gerita is definitely in here but let me know what else you want to see!