Hello dear readers! This is the first ever fanfic that I have written, so please be nice. I have only read one Hetalia fanfic so far and that was by the amazing George deValier, so if this kind of story has been made already, I swear I am not copying anyone's ideas on purpose and it is a complete accident. If you have written a story like this and you think that our stories are too similar, let me know and I will change things or delete this, so as not to offend you. Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes you may find. Some characters may be OOC. And if anyone can come up with a better title for this, I would appreciate ideas!
Disclaimer time! I do not own Hetalia or it's plot and characters in anyway. They belong to Hidekazu Himaruya.
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It had been a few days after Holy Roman Empire's death, when Prussia decided that he wanted to go visit his grave. After having lunch and then purchasing some flowers, he walked to the cemetery and thought about how he was ever going to forgive France for taking away his dear bruder. Prussia knew he could not fully blame France because he was ordered by his boss to kill Holy Rome. It would just take him a while to be able to talk to his best friend again without wanting to get revenge.
When he reached the cemetery, he thought he heard a soft whimper, but figured someone was visiting a lost family member, like he was. As he got closer to Holy Rome's grave he heard the whimper again, only slightly louder this time. When he finally reached the headstone, he was surprised to find little Italy curled up and crying in his sleep on the grave.
Prussia was shocked to see that Italy had found out about Holy Rome's death and where he was buried because he knew Austria, Hungary, and himself had never told him about it, knowing it would break his little heart. He also wondered how long Italy had been out here. It was a bit cold out and Italy was only wearing his normal short-sleeved maid dress that he always wore.
Prussia kneeled, and after placing the flowers he brought by the headstone, touched it. "Hello bruder. Do not worry, I'll take Italy home and take care of him. I'll watch over him for you" the Prussian said while smiling sadly, knowing that his bruder would be panicking if he were here.
Prussia took he coat off and laid it over Italy as he gently picked him up. The Italian woke up and whimpered loudly as if knowing he was being taken away from where his first love was. When Italy opened his eyes, and saw that Prussia was holding him and walking away from Holy Roman, he started to crying and struggled to get out of Prussia's arms. "Let me go! I have to stay! Holy Rome! He promised he would come back to me!", Italy screamed. Prussia stopped walking so that he could keep a firm hold on Italy. He tried to calm him down, all while trying to keep himself from crying because it was breaking his heart to see the always happy and smiling Italian crying and screaming.
"I know you are grieving, trust me I know, I am as well. He was mein bruder. But you must let him go. He cannot rest in peace if he is worried about you. I know you are very sad right now, but you must show him that you will be okay eventually", Prussia said while rocking Italy.
Italy stopped screaming and, throwing his arms around Prussia's neck, just cried harder into his shoulder. Prussia held him a little tighter and started walking again, so that he could get Italy back to Austria's house before it got dark.
When Prussia arrived at Austria's, Italy had already fallen back asleep after tiring himself out with his crying. Prussia could hear Hungary yelling inside the house and he knew she was worried about Italy. He knew she saw Italy like a son to her, even if she did like to put him in dresses all the time, and he knew she was probably worried sick about his whereabouts.
Shifting Italy a little bit so as to not wake him, he knocked on the door and waited for someone to come answer it. Hungary was the one to answer, seeing that it was Prussia, "Go away Prussia, we don't have time for your stupid tric- "but cut herself off when she saw that he was carrying Italy wrapped in his coat. She cried out in happiness, and, after checking Italy over, was so happy to see that he was back and okay.
Hungary moved aside to let Prussia in, and he carried Italy to his room. Romano was there sleeping, so Prussia carefully laid Italy down next to his fratello on the bed. Hungary pulled Italy's shoes off, and also took his bandana and apron off, and then tucked him in so that he could warm up.
After Hungary kissed Italy on the forehead, both her and Prussia walked quietly out of the room and closed the door. When they had walked into the living room and sat down, Hungary started her questioning, "Where did you find him? We have been looking all over for him since this morning. Austria is probably still out there looking for him right now with Spain."
"I found him asleep on Holy Roman Empire's grave when I went to visit it this afternoon", Prussia replied sadly. "How did he find out about Holy Rome's death, let alone where he is buried at? I thought we weren't going to tell him yet."
"France was the one that told him," Hungary said, her voice raw with emotions, though Prussia couldn't tell if it was from anger or sadness.
Hungary continued, "We got a letter this morning and Italy was the one that picked it up, because both me and Austria were busy baking and couldn't. We heard him say it was from France, but then after a few of minutes of waiting for him to bring the letter to us, we heard the front door slam close. I ran to the door to see what happened and saw the opened letter on the floor. I picked it up and read it. In the letter, France had said that he killed Holy Roman and that he was so sorry for doing it."
Prussia was extremely pissed off. 'France, not only did you kill Holy Rome, but then you tell Italy that you did. All this over in a letter like a coward instead of to his face before we were ready to tell him', Prussia thought. 'I am definitely going to kick your ass now. Not for myself, but for little Ita. He didn't deserve to be told that way.'
"I ran outside after reading it, to try and find Italy. After looking all around the house and yards, I couldn't find him anywhere and started to panic. I told Austria and we sent Romano, who was here visiting with Italy to go get Spain to come help us look for him. When Romano got back with Spain, they told me I should stay here with Romano, in case Italy came back, which I wasn't too happy about, but understood that someone needed to be here. I thank God I did now. Thank you for bringing him back safely,", Hungary bowed after thanking him.
"You don't need to bow or thank me, it feels weird", Prussia said while waving his hand in front of him to make Hungary stop bowing. 'I think I prefer her hitting me with her skillet than this', Prussia sweatdropped.
"I would never leave Ita like that, I care too much about him to do that. I just wish we could have sat him down and told him in a better way than that. We all know how much they meant to each other. And then to find out your first love is dead like that, it is no wonder he took off", Prussia said. "Did the letter say where Holy Rome is buried?"
Hungary shook her head, "no, that is why we did not think to look there for him." "Then how did he find out about the grave? Not many know where it is. The only ones who do know are you, me, Austria, Spain, and France", Prussia thought out loud.
"You do not think Italy went to France's house to talk to him in person first, do you?", Hungary asked. "No, because if he had he would not have been at the grave before me. He would not have gotten to France's and then the grave and felt cold like he had been there for a long while" Prussia answered.
"I think you forgot how fast he actually is when he wants or needs to be, Prussia" Hungary said as she giggled humorlessly. "You are right, but I still do not think he went to France's first", Prussia said while he thought of how Italy found out.
"I told him", came a small, shaky voice from the doorway to the living room. They both turned to see Romano standing there, tightly gripping his nightgown is his little hands. "Veneicano came crying to me and asking if I knew about Holy Rome, and I told him that I did. He asked if I knew where he was buried at and I told him."
"Why did you not tell us that you told him where the grave is, Romano? It could have helped us find Italy sooner" Hungary asked him. "I did not think about it when you had told Mr. Austria that you could not find him", Romano said truthfully. "I-I t-thought he was only going to go out t-to the yard to cry about Holy Rome's d-death. I did not t-think he w-would take off to g-go there." By this point, Romano was crying because he felt it was his fault that his fratello was lost for so long.
"How did you even find out Holy Rome's death and where he is buried at?" Prussia asked Romano sternly. "I read it in the letter that you had sent to the tomato bastard, telling him where Holy Rome was going to be buried, that was left out on a table" Romano answered while hanging his head. "I did not mean to read it, but I saw fratello's name and I got curious."
Prussia sighed. There was no use for them to get mad at Romano when he thought he was helping his brother by being truthful. Hungary got up, walked over to Romano and pick him up so that she could calm him down.
Just then Austria and Spain came back to check and see if Italy had come home or not. "Hungary, where are you? Has Italy come back yet?", Austria asked coming into the front door. "I am in the living room", Hungary called back while she rocked Romano side to side.
When the two walked into the living room, they were surprised to see Prussia and Hungary rocking a crying Romano. "Prussia, what are you doing here?", The Spaniard asked his friend while he walked over to Hungary to take Romano. "I found Ita at Holy Rome's grave and brought her back", Prussia said. He switched to calling Italy a girl, because he knew Austria still did not know that Italy is a boy and he wasn't going to tell him because they all thought it was hilarious.
"How did she find the grave?" Austria asked. Hungary explained what happened them, as she handed Spain Romano, who whimpered because he thought Spain would yell at him.
"I guess I should have put the letter away instead of leaving it out" Spain said as he soothed Romano by rubbing his back and telling him it was okay. "It does not matter now, Italy is home now and she is safe and sound", Austria said while pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Well, since Ita is back home, I am gonna take Roma home" said Spain, as he thanked Prussia for finding Italy and Hungary for watching Romano while they searched. "Hey potato bastard", Romano called to Prussia. "Thanks for finding my fratello. I guess you are not so bad after all" Romano reluctantly thanked him. Prussia walked over to Spain and pat Romano's head. "Don't need to thank me. I care about Ita, just like you do" Prussia said smiling at Romano.
"Well, thank you for coming over to help" Austria thanked Spain as he walked him to the door. "No problema. I will always help if it is for Ita.", Prussia heard Spain say from the hallway.
"Really Prussia, thank you for finding Italy" Hungary thanked him again. Turning back toward her, Prussia waited for Austria to walk back into the room before he asked, "would it be okay for me to stay here tonight? I want to talk to Ita in the morning. I need to talk to her about why we did not tell her about Holy Roman Empire sooner. If that is okay with you two."
Austria was about to protest but Hungary beat him, "Of course you can. You can take one of the spare rooms. Even if Holy Rome lived with us, he was still your brother. It is only right that you talk to Italy about him." Austria was about to say something again, when Hungary gave him a look, as if telling him if he tries to fight her decision that he would not like the outcome. Austria backed down with a shiver going down his spine. He did not like that look at all.
Prussia gave Austria a sympathetic look, knowing how it feels to be on the receiving end of Hungary's "looks". "Thank you for letting me stay", said Prussia.
"I am quite surprised that you have not been yelling about how "awesome" you are this whole time" Austria haughtily said. Prussia looked at him in the eyes, and Austria could finally see all the pain he was holding in at that moment. "I am not feeling to awesome right now, between thinking about Holy Rome and worrying about Ita" Prussia said chuckling without humor.
"I am going to head to bed now. I want to make sure I am a wake before Ita tomorrow, so goodnight you two", said Prussia as he walked down the hall to one of the spare bedrooms that was next to Italy's room.
When Austria heard the door close, turning to Hungary he said," I have not seen him look that way since Frederick the Great died. It seems he has yet to let out any of his emotions, instead choosing to bottle them up until he can no longer contain it." "You are right, but I have the feeling he will let it out when he talks to Italy tomorrow", Hungary replied. "Let us go to bed as well Austria. I am sure you are tired from searching for Italy all day." "Very well", said Austria as he followed Hungary to their room.
So there is the first chapter! Leave a review on what you thought about it and if I should continue or not! Please be nice, constructive criticism is always welcomed, but please nothing rude or hurtful.
