AN: Hey guys. Second published fanfic. This is loosely based on part 2 of the 2007 April Fool's event, where it's said that France had a little 'fun time' with Italy and Romano. Poor guys... Anyway, you can find the event if you Google 'Hetalia April Fools 2007'. France being France. So, no real yaoi in this, just France being controlled by a yet to be determined evil force. No yaoi pairings in this at all, OC pairings mentioned, though. If you like boyxboy, zhen leave zhis place at once! *points at back button and issues warning in crappy French accent* R&R please! I do not own Hetalia~! *spins* bonavitaetgaudium out~!
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
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I wake with a jolt. A disturbance has happened somewhere, and someone was hurt. Not just physically, mentally as well. One of my little brothers... I jump out of bed and grab my shirt and pants from the floor. My shoes nearly trip me as I struggle to put on my clothes. Veneziano and Romano are my dearest younger brothers, if anyone hurt them I would never forgive them. Dressed and decent, I transport myself to their shared home near Rome where they stay during this time of year. Not a very easy feat, seeing as I'm thoroughly exhausted from a game I played with Belgium this evening.
All is quiet. Too quiet for them. Despite loving each other to no end, Feliciano and Lovino bicker like a cat and dog. A sound pricks my ears from down the hall, muffled by a door it seems. My cutlass is suddenly in my hand, and I cautiously walk down the hall, edging along the side the sound is coming from. It's coming from a closet, and I throw open the door, pointing my cutlass at whatever is making the sound.
Someone squeaks, and I poke my head in to see Romano, arms tied behind his back and his mouth gagged. "Lovino! Are you alright?" I rip the gag from his mouth and I find tears on his cheeks. He falls into my waiting arms, and he sobs horribly. "What happened, hermanito?"
More tears. "Big brother France hurt me. He got me involved in his sick little game, and he hurt me. Big brother, he hurt me badly," he cries into my shoulder. France did this to him?! That little prick! I'll kill him for hurting Lovi!
"Where's Vene?" I ask, almost frenzied. He cries even harder, and I now fear the worst.
"He hurt fratellino, too," he sobs. "He hurt him even more. France hurt Vene really, really bad. He tied him to the bed, he made it so he couldn't, couldn't fight back! It was awful, he made me watch him do it. To my own brother, and I couldn't do anything!" I hug him closely and cut his bondage.
"Put your pants on, quickly. When did Francis leave?"
"I don't think he left yet, he's still doing it!" I run. There's a tremendous crash from a window breaking, and someone screams.
AN: yeah, that thing at the beginning was supposed to be a scream. It was a bad scream, I know.