There is a severe lack of Romano-centric fics lately. We need more of these!
Summary: Grandpa Rome visits the Italy brothers. Lovino doesn't believe that this healthy and good- looking young man is his Grandfather. He has to convince Lovino that he is before going back.
I Am Your (Grand) Father
Chapter 1: Thinking of You
It was a rather stormy afternoon in Italy. The two certain Italian brothers decided to stay at the older brother's house for the time being.
"Hey, Feliciano?" Lovino asked his brother as he stared outside the window.
"Ve~?"
"What did Grandpa look like?"
Feliciano looked more confused than usual.
"You don't remember, brother?"
Lovino looked away, flushing, "How the hell am I supposed to know, you idiot? I didn't spend much time with the old man as much as you did!"
"Oh, yeah, that's right . . . ." Feliciano put his finger on his chin looked up to the ceiling, as if he's going to find an answer there.
"Well," the younger one began, "I don't remember much either . . ."
"Oh." Lovino looked a bit sad.
"But he always sings to me when I can't sleep!" Feliciano smiled.
"So does that mean you remember Grandpa's voice?" Romano asked.
"Noooo . . ."
"Figures . . ." Lovino thought bitterly.
Silence for a moment.
"Why do you ask, Fratello?" Feliciano looked at Lovino.
"Uh, nothing important, j-just asking! None of your damn business!" the elder looked away.
"Ve~"
The two Italians continued to look out the window as the storm raged on. All of a sudden, lightning flashed through the sky, followed by a tremendous clap of thunder, sending both boys rushing to the nearest cabinet, shrieking. As the two cowered in the closet, the power suddenly went out!
After a few minutes, they calmed down. As they stopped shaking, they heard a thump.
Suddenly, a loud scream . . .
Then a crash . . .
A groan . . .
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! GERMANY!" Feliciano shrieked like a little girl, which hurt like crazy if you're an eardrum. Tears were streaming down his face.
"S-s-stop that, idiot! They'll hear you!And stop calling the Potato Bastard!" Lovino screamed at his little brother while shaking him as well despite the fact that he is in trembling in fear and crying too.
The brothers stopped their struggling, as they hear someone running towards their closet. Both boys hugged each other, shuddering and sobbing as they say their last prayers before the enemy gets them . . .
Closer . . .
Closer . . .
A bit more . . .
"Ludwig!" thought Feliciano.
"Antonio, you bastard, save meeee!" Lovino screamed mentally.
The closet doors were suddenly thrown open.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"DON'T HURT ME, BASTAAAAAAAARD!"
"Feli!Lovi! So this is where you went!"
The Italians slowly opened their eyes.
Gasp!
"Grandpa Rome?"
Ta-da! Chapter one, finish! This is my second Hetalia fic, too~
Darnit, Rome! Pay some attention to Lovi!
What do you guys think? Shall I continue?
I'm sorry if there are any grammar mistakes or wrong tenses and confusing sentences. Not much of a writer since I'm a fine arts student so not much writing experience. And, I tried to make it obvous who the person is speaking through their dialogue so I don't have to write their names a lot.
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