A/N: Felaciano has turned into a displeasurable guest in Southern Italy, arriving two years since the twins parents deaths that had struck rather greatly and taken a toll on both of them. But, he doesn't act normally and has become violent...more than acceptable. Ludwig comes in, checking in on the two after hearing the news, also on a vacation with Gilbert. When he talks to Romano, he is surprised by what he hears.
Multiple Person Shots:::
Warnings: Cursing, yaoi in further chapters, angst, violence, hurt/comfort, and some fluffidy fluffness.
I do not own Hetalia nor any characters.
No One Can Know
Chapter 1: Prologue
(2004)
Naples, Italy. The most important and one of the many vibrant cities in the southern side of the country. The day was bright; full of life and fulfillment; the happiest that we'd been in a while. I sat in the foyer, drinking some coffee which was previously made not too long ago by my younger brother. He was chipper this afternoon; running up and down the streets, spouting nonsense about a house party that he had wanted both North and South Italy to attend. The estate was large, but not big enough to withstand 991,000 which already live in Naples alone.
"You need to think twice about these things, you idiot," is what I told him. He was always reckless; not thinking ahead enough.
"Romano," I turned my head slightly to the voice.
"Madre?"
Mother peeked out from behind the corner. "Your father and I are going to be taking a small trip down by the lake. Would you like to come along?"
I smiled a bit. I was tempted, though I had to wait around for Felaciano to return safely. He always got himself into some kind of trouble.
"I think I'm going to wait for Felaciano to come back home. You know how he's always getting into some kind of trouble," I answered. Father walked around the corner, tickling mom on the way. She giggled.
"He's just like you, mia mogile bella,"
Much like me, father was the sterner of the parents. In looks, I was almost the spitting image of my mother, but a personality of my father. Same for Felaciano, though he was like mom.
"We are going to be a few so call if you need anything," Mom stated, helping Father with his tie.
"Look out for your brother," Dad warned jokingly.
I nodded, rolling my eyes slightly. They came over, giving me long hugs before they were out the door, Mom skipping.
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"Party~, there is a party~! Tutti gli amaci, everyone is invited!"
The streets are so full of people today! I can't believe it. That means more guests for le party, ve~
"Felaciano, buongiorno!"
I turned around, surprised.
"Ah, buongiorno a te. How are you today?"
It was the local grocery clerk. He owned the outdoor linguini stand; pasta best in the city. He was also one of the families closest friends, a personal chef whenever they threw parties.
"So a party? Sounds nice, when is it?" he flipped a saucepan filled with vermicelli. The smell attracted shoppers and vacationers.
"Yes, a party. And everyone is invited. You will come, ve~?"
"Of course, Felaciano. I always enjoy your parties," he laughed hartily, serving out plates.
This party is going to be amazing! I have to buy a new suit, bring in caterers, gifts...oh...
"Il telefono sta squillando. Il telefono sta squillando."
I picked up my cell phone, staring intently at the screen.
"Fratello, I have news. Really really big news. And I will need your help, please?"
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"It's been over three hours..." I stared at my phone.
"..."
I stood up, grabbing the coffee pot to pour more in.
"He can really make some good coffee..." I picked up the phone, speed dialing him. Sitting back in my spot on the couch, I called him.
One...two...three...when is he—"
"Fratello, I have news. Really, really big news. And I will need your help, please?"
I sighed.
"Where the hell are you?! It's been three hours and Father and Mother have already left. It's almost four and we need to start preparing dinner for when they arrive!"
The other end was silent. No doubt he was pouting.
"Aw! Come on, Romano. Just a bit longer? Please-?"
I had to pull the phone away from my ear.
"No, now stop whining. Get your butt home now or no pasta for a month."
I hung up, wincing a bit. Too harsh?
"No."
The door rumbled loudly. I sighed in slight relief and a little anger at the interuption of the peaceful air. When I opened the door, I was shocked...well, baffled to say the least.
xoxox
"Romano..."
I stared at the ground, closing the mobile and stuffing it back into my jacket pocket. The chef must've seen my displeased face.
"What makes you look like that all of a sudden?"
"Oh...just Romano. He told me that I have to come home or else 'no pasta for a month'."
Some of the others that had gathered around the vendor stopped and listened. Some I recognized from other get together's that my parents had thrown.
"So, is the party off?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Yeah...I'm sorry guys ~ ."
There was a brief silence; disappointment no doubt.
I should have asked permission first. Romano and dad always say that I should ask before doing something...
"Felaciano,"
I looked up. The chef now wore a big smile. I stared questioningly.
"..."
"We could always just come over. I'm sure that your parents would say yes, anyway,"
"Yes, you are responsible enough."
I shrugged.
"Normally they let Romano handle those things, though. I'm too...childish."
There wasn't anyone who was going to try and say otherwise. It was common knowledge. The Southern Italian brother was more together, stern, and a lot better at leading and commanding than the North. He always did whatever he wanted to, without the consequences. The only thing though, was that Romano actually thought things out.
"I'm such a disappointment," I muttered.
Again, there was silence. A hand pulled at my jacket.
"You aren't a disappointment, Feli!"
"Yeah, you are kind and fun. That's something that is always needed,"
"We all love you,"
Love?
"Ve~!" I jumped up and down, despite myself.
"To the house!" I shouted, pulling along some girls that were scattered around me.
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"And that's how we ended up here,"
Romano stared blankly at the boy. The hell? All because of –"
Romano sighed angrily underneath his breath. His bangs covering his eyes, jaw clenched. He seethed on the inside, trying not to allow it to come out.
"Felaciano, you can't bring all these people into the house without consent,"
The younger Italian stared hopefully, eyes slightly watering to add a touch to his puppy dog eyes.
"Per amore?"
"..." Romano's face reddened considerably. "Uh...um...y-you uh..."
He looked around the room. Knowing eyes stared him down.
"Come on Romano,"
"Yeah, what Felaciano said."
"For love!" The room chorused.
"No! Now get your ass inside of the house, now."
Romano tugged on the younger's wrist, pulling him forcefully into their home.
"What if I asked Papa and Mama? Then would you let me?"
Ugh! If I say yes will you –
"Fuck, fine!" he tossed the cordless phone to his brother. "Make it quick, and don't mess up anything in the house. I'd hate to think of what father would..."
They both shuddered.
"Alright, thank you fratello ~ * kisu *
If the boys face wasn't already red, it was starting to resemble a tomato.
"U-um...I'll g-go get the, uh...um...dishes, yeah. The dishes." he tripped over a coffee table that shifted from the previous struggle.
Felaciano dialed their parents, walking into a different room to talk to them.
One...two...three...four...five...six...? "The number you have reached is currently out of service..."
He hung up. Strange. Mother always answers her phone...father?
Typing in a different number, he called.
One...two...three...four... There was static on the other end.
"Papa...? Papa, are you there?"
The call was disconnected.
"Felaciano! Come out here, where are you?"
Shrugging it off and putting it to no matter, the youngest made his way into the other room to mingle with his guests. After his departure, a lot had arrived. The doorway was crowded with women...not that he was complaining.
"Hi everyone ~ ! I'm happy that you all have shown of for ze party, ve~"
He grabbed hold of a champagne bottle that was lain out on the countertop.
"Fratello, where are the wine glasses?" he called.
Romano peeked his head out from the corner, smirking.
"No alcohol. Mother and Father would disapprove of us drinking without a responsible adult around here," he whipped back inside of the kitchen, continuing to attempt at making pasta suited for those to eat it.
Felaciano walked into the room, smelling something burning.
"What are you doing?"
"Making Spettagini...here, try it."
He held up a fork that was wrapped in noodles. Looks healthy enough...
Ducking down, he took in a few strands, immediately spitting out and regretting that he had even for a moment believed that his brother, although older and more capable, could cook something edible.
"How is it? Come on, tell me the truth." Romano's facial features showed nothing of the disgust.
"Delizioso ~" he purred.
Romano's face lightened with joy for the first time in a while. This surprised Felaciano.
"Really?! I've been practicing for weeks, months even. I was hoping to prepare something, well...congestive."
Felaciano winked encouragingly.
"Well, it is great. You should cook more often," he grabbed hold of the spoon.
"Why don't you go out and greet the guests," Felaciano advised. "I'll serve out the platter and make some arancini di riso."
Romano nodded, slightly annoyed at not being able to finish his own cooking, but complied. He walked out the door, carrying a few glasses out.
"Benvenuto. There is champagne, if anyone would like some..."
Felaciano smiled. If he puts himself to it...
He stared fixatedly at the dish. It was slightly burnt, the smell clouding the room. Giggling, he lifted the dish into another pan, cooking some greens to go along with it.
"This will take out the burn taste and smell..."
Spreading around some pepper and seasoning salt onto the vegetables, he glazed red wine across a few strings of the spaghetti. Tossing around the contents one last time, he separated them somewhat evenly on many plates.
"Felaciano, we're waiting out here for you, so hurry up," Romano yelled.
"Coming ~" he answered, pulling out a carrying board to stack the entrees' onto.
Using his back to open the door, he pushed his way through the clusters of people.
"Ve ve ve~, la pasta e terminata!"
xoxox
The party was in full swing. There was wonderful music, girls, wine, girls, champagne...girls~
"Ah, this is wonderful, Romano! Grazie, fratello."
Romano smiled slightly, making sure not to let others see it.
"Sure, just don't say I've never done anything for you."
Bring...bring...bring...br –
"Buonasera. Felaciano Vergas, what can I do for you ~?"
"...Hello, is there a Romano Vergas there?"
…?
"Oh, yes. One moment, please ~...Romano! The phone," he called.
Looking back intently, he added,
"is there something in particular you called about?"
"..."
"Hello? Are you sti –
"Hello? Romano Vergas. Who is this?"
Romano had swept out of nowhere, catching Felaciano off guard.
"Yes. Is there a place where you can talk alone?"
"Possibly...who are you and what is your business?"
"...Please, I will explain everything once you are from ear reach of your younger brother,"
Romano looked shocked. Out of ear reach...what's going on.
He looked back at his younger brother, apologizing silently before crawling through a small crack out the front door to stand on the porch.
xoxox
"Romano..."
Felaciano had tried to follow his brother, but he was unable to find his twin within the the large and growing crowd of people. Sighing, he just went off. I'm sure that nothing is to worry about. I should...just have fun.
Even when thinking that, he looked behind himself.
"Something isn't right...I shouldn't leave like this ~"
He danced his way to the front of the house, being twirled around a few times by a few drunk girls.
"Dance with us Felaciano,"
"Yes, dance?"
One of the girls twirled around his curl, causing him to blush a bit.
"Later ~?" he asked, then dashed before they could answer.
He got closer to the door, turning the know quietly and slinking across the deck to the loveseat to listen in on the conversation.
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"Listen jackass, if you are some kinda prank caller, you just bothered the wrong house. Worrying my brother, who do you think you are?!"
Although the doors were thick, he did his best not to yell too loudly. If it was something important, he wouldn't want to cause any trouble.
Silence.
The line cracked slightly.
"Y...pare...d... –
"What? You're breaking up so I can't hear wha – ."
There was more static. I turned up the volume and put it on speaker, hoping that it would sound clearer.
"You're parents have been in an accident, just outside of Naples...it was a rollover accident..."
"..."
xoxox
I can't breathe...
I looked up desperately to my brother.
I can't talk...I can't –
xoxox
There was a loud banging noise from behind him. Turning slowly, he saw him. Lying motionless on the cold wood. His eyes slightly lidded, no life inside of them.
"F-f-f..."
"R-roma..." His voice was choked, eyes closed. All motion had ceased.
The silence was deadly.
"Felaciano!"
Romano screamed, running over to where the form lay. Felaciano's face had grown pale, the color drained.
"F-felaciano?"
No answer.
"Felaciano!"
Quiet.
"Felaciano...? No! Svegliati, svegliati! Fratello!"
The music was turned off. Most likely that Romano's voice was heard, his howl of anguish and pain.
"What happened?"
"Felaciano...Romano?"
"The hospital, the hospital!"
Romano's sight blurred.
"Yes...someone's collapsed and isn't moving...Vergas...1190934...Naples, South Italy...They said 30 minutes."
His vision blackened, and he closed his eyes.
"Whoa, whoa! Catch him, someone –
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2:34 a.m.
"man...Ro...mano...Romano..."
Who is that?
Unsteadily, he opened his eyes, staring up into the ceiling of the infirmary.
"Ugh...fuck, my head..."
He sat up slightly, guided by a warm arm.
"Be careful, don't sit up too fast."
"Mmn..."
Slowly, his eyes adjusted.
Yes, a hospital...?
"We are ready for him..."
His attention was diverted to the door. There was an older gentleman standing there, intently watching the monitor for his heart rate.
"For what?"
"...There are no other close family members...we need you to be the one to check the bodies."
Romano's shoulders clenched.
"B-bodies?"
He looked to his side. Felaciano was laying on the bed next to his. An oxygen mask was placed over his face, monitors all around him. There was a bag of IV fluid connected to his left arm. Slowly, his chest heaved.
"W-what –
"He passed out...come."
The nurse held onto his waist, guiding him to an upright position. After he would surely walk on his own, they headed down the hall. It was empty. A few stray patients in wheel chairs and crutches clacked by at random times, but all in all the place was barren. Weird.
"In here."
His voice startled the boy and the nurse. It was so quiet...
The door was opened, Romano lead inside.
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Ow! The needle...ugh ~
"...close..."
W-what?
Felaciano struggled to open his eyes. It was difficult, them being welded shut for hours.
"...we need you to be the one to check the bodies..."
Bodies?
The door opened and closed, the others in the room had left. Beforehand, he had felt someone looking at him. From the connection, he knew it was his brother.
"...Bodies?" he groaned a little, grasping the railing on the side of the bed to sit upright. Groggily, he wiped his face of excess substances...I drooled?
"Ve ~, embarrassing." he drolled halfheartedly.
The machine connected to his left arm beeped loudly. He winced a bit.
Slowly, he crept out of bed, steadying himself against the device for lever. Once he stood, he rolled it along with himself outside the door.
"...So empty," he muttered. "scary..."
Up ahead, he could hear the slow patter of bare feet against the linoleum floor. Someone slipped slightly. Romano...
His IV line squeaked when he rolled it. Frowning in disapproval, he lifted it up with what little strength he had left.
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Romano turned around at the squeak.
Could've sworn I heard something...
Dismissing it as his imagination, he continued to listen to what the coroner was saying.
"Retrieval, 16:33 p.m., time of death, 12:45 p.m." he flipped over the cover of the blanket covering one of the bodies.
"..."
Something from the outside broke. All but Romano looked up.
"Mother...Father...?" he looked up at them. Those can't be my parents.
My mother...she is full of life, my father diminished but still glowing with happiness...
Their forms were now pale, cold to the touch. The air around them was shallow and grim, nothing of such joy was felt, only death and decreped feelings tormented the boy.
You are not my parents...
xoxox
Momma...Papa...?
"No!" he pulled out the IV from his arms, spurting blood across the ground, thrusting the large object into a wall which it crashed and broke.
"I heard something..."
He ran. Ran as far as his feet could take him.
You are not my parents...
Okay, that's the end of Chapter 1's prologue. ((T_T)) I hate hearing Feli or my swee Lovi cry! Waaaaaah!
(my lovely wife) – mia mogile belle
(all friends) – tutti gli amaci
(good morning) – buongiorno
(good morning to you) – buongiorno a te
(Welcome) - Benvenuto
(the pasta is finished) - la pasta e terminata
(wake up, wakeup! Brother!) - Svegliati, svegliati! Fratello
"No One Can Know" :::
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