Full Summary: When Antonio unexpectedly breaks up with Lovino, he has no idea of what to do other than wallow in the sea of denial and misery aka- lock himself up in his house. The only option that he can see is to fade into that lonely background and wither away like everyone wished him too but the last person that he'd ever want to hang out with somehow sees this and will take no for an answer. And Ludwig will have none of it.

Another Germano piece, it has nothing to do with Hints for that matter so this will act as a break from that. XD I've had it stuck to me for months, I just didn't have the time nor heart to actually post it but here we are now!

I do not own Hetalia, peeps.

It could've all been prevented, he knew.

If only he himself had known what had been going on in his head the whole time that is.

Then it all could have never began...

Now here he was, sprawled out on the tile floor feeling numb, empty, and most of all heart broken. The pieces of his 'heart' having been smashed and grinded into pieces by the one that he had thought to have loved him. The one that banished away the loneliness from his childhood, the one who had began understanding him, the one that took care of his problems and kept him safe from harm, the harm that had years ago had been caused by Turkey's previous personfication.

Antonio.

His emerald-hazel speckled eyes were hollow and darkened with the clouds of depression, tears kept flowing down his cheeks as torrents of memories that they both had thought to be loved dearly together had been shattered out of it's fantasy and back into reality. The dark reality that held the simple fact that he would never find love in a person and that person returning it to him. He glanced out the window of one of his old buildings, one of his old hideouts that he had discovered while wondering his region of Italy. Of course, it would be raining-showering truckloads of God's tears over the Southern half. God must have loved the look on his face, a blank expression that held nothing, no emotions were seen because he then saw a flash of light and a rumble come forth from the gray clouds. He frowned and turned his head to the side to stare at the only other source of light other than the occasional flash here and there, the old lightbulb that hung from a thin piece of rope.

"...", the silence was beginning to be comforting for him. And before he knew it, he was asleep.

...

"FRATELLO!"

His eyes snapped open and he felt his body convulse all of a sudden, he felt hands gripping his arms. Feliciano stood over him with a frightened expression, his hazel eyes holding worry in them as he stopped his actions and a frown in place of a smile. The other Italian sighed in relief as he saw his brother waking up, he hadn't seen his brother move a muscle nor breathing and had assumed that worst had happened. He had been bringing in some breakfast for his brother to eat after his errand with Spain, as he had been told, and his elder brother had immediately went off to bed without a word. But he had seen the state he had come in. Lovino had been wearing his leather jacket, white t-shirt and tan skinny jeans with his favorite pair of white converse to go on his 'errand', what surprised him was that the other had come back soaked to the bone, dirt on his olive skin, and his jacket forgotten. Least to say he had looked like he had been attacked by someone. He couldn't help but feel disturbed when he saw hollow emerald-hazel staring at him with an unreadable expression before anouncing his retirement to the bedroom.

"Fratello, are you alright?"

"Yeah...yeah, I'm fine." No I'm not.

"...breakfast is ready...are you going to be alright here alone? I have to go to Germany's house and help him and Japan with some-!", Lovino didn't bat an eyelash at the fact that he mentioned Germany. His expression remained dull and he turned in the direction of the kitchen table and plopped down on his chair in defeat.

"Yeah, just go...",he toyed with his morning pasta in disinterest. Feliciano felt the worry in the pit of his stomach expand to greater lengths at this, he wanted to stay but he felt that his older brother wanted to be alone. His pale hand was in a tight fist as anger flooded his being, who had done this to his beloved fratello.

No one messed with Italy...either the victim be North or South, either brothers would gladly bring pain to those who dare harm the other.

"...how did I get here...?", he asked to no one in paticular. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in his new little hideout, Feliciano shouldn't have known where he had been in the first place. He pushed away the cold, unfinished food and headed back up to his room. He shut his bedroom and locked himself inside the poorly light room. He still needed those new light bulbs but why should he care when the light that guided him through life was gone.

"FELICIANO!", Ludwig roared at the Italian. Said Italian turned to the others attention...only to get a face full of mangas. He stumbled back and slammed into a crate of tomatos, he clutched his face as he quickly recovered his footing. A tall German and short Japanese man came rushing over to their wounded friend as an albino German was laughing up a storm, typical scene in their large home.

"Gomenasai, Feliciano-kun, I had not known that you were in range of my target. I shall commit seppuku!", Kiku unsheathed his sword in a flash. Feliciano recoiled in surprise then felt panic seeing that the other man was serious. Ludwig halted the other's actions by thumping the back of his head.

"That won't be necessary, Kiku. Please, don't ever do that again.", he gave the other a funny look. Kiku relinquished his decision and nodded as he returned it, sheathed, at his side. They turned there attention back at the red faced Italian. The spine of the mangas had assaulted the other's face rather brutally, it could've probably left imprints of the names in kanji from the shear force of the blow.

"Oowie, this is worse than getting beat up by Bulgaria. Hehe...", the other laughed nervously. Both nations looked worriedly at the other, he hadn't been acting as upbeat as usual and naturally that worried him.

"What's got you in the dumps, Little Italy?", Gilbert descended from his perch on the porch bench. He knew the other would be alright from the injury, he was old enough to handle it. The Northern Italian rubbed his sore face to relieve some of the pain, unshed tears in his eyes, he didn't want to upset Japan any further. The poor man was already very guilty for his action, and being his lover- it wouldn't be very appropriate.

"Well, it's Lovi-", he was swiftly cut off by the Prussian's annoyed groan.

"Has he been causing you problems again? Did he hit you?", Ludwig inquired worriedly. He had heard about the Southern half of Italy being more violent than usual for the past decade but he wouldn't have dared thought that he would go as far as hurting his little brother. Kiku frowned at this.

"No! Of course, not! Why would fratello hurt me?"

"Just dump the bastard already! He causes too much trouble for you, plus he's too fucking pissy.", the albino growled. Gilbert didn't want to hear anything about the brat anymore than he's had to from Antonio, just last night he had been assaulted by Francis about the Southern Italian and how much he had wanted to 'play' with him when he was younger...and now.

"But I can't! Not when he's so...so...sad. I heard fratello crying last night and went I came to check up on him, he didn't look like he was alive till I had to wake him up. When he came downstairs, he just looked so sad! He didn't even yell at me when I mentioned going to your house, Luddy! He always threatens to cut off little-!", he paused. Maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to mention that, "-he wouldn't even eat his pasta! I was watching him for a bit before I left and he just locked himself inside his room! I don't know how to deal with it because fratello has never been like'a this and I don't'a know how to'a deal with' a it andand-!", he flund himself at Japan. This ,in turn, left an uncomfortable Japanese trying to comfort his boyfriend, shakily and yet gently embracing him. Stroking his light brunette hair to relieve him of his stress, careful with his delicate lock of sensitive hair. The personification fo Germany glanced back at his older brother who looked equally serious as he was, they both nodded as they sent each other a silent message.

"I'll...go talk to him, maybe I can try getting him back to normal.", the blonde said carefully to the sobbing Italian. Feliciano glanced up at his best friend and smiled through tears.

"Grazie, amico! Grazie!", he pulled away from Kiku's nervous embrace and glomped the other. Ludwig sighed at his antics and glanced back at his albino brother.

"Hey, let's get some food, ja guys? It's all on the awesome me, kesesese~!", the Prussian exclaimed. This seemed to lighten the mood a bit. Feliciano let go of the other from his tight grip and grabbed the little brunette's hand to join the him. Ludwig nodded to the group and turned in the direction of his best friend's house. He breathed in a sigh as he headed over.

He had a feeling this wasn't going to end so well.

I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter, hopefully next chapter will come soon- no promises!

I'll be having my Finals exam starting Monday, wish me good luck!

-FreedomFighter50