Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: N/a.
Rating: T for Death.
Summary: The northern Italian border during the Bubonic Plague.
Disclaimer: Don't own Hetalia :v

He sighed heavily, wiping sweat from his hidden brows. Getting to bury bodies was beginning to be a pain. Especially with the heavy doctor's outfit. Usually about one hundred people a day, and how many mass graves dug in under twenty-four hours? His head was spinning. He was a priest, not a mathmetician. At twenty, Feliciano Vargas had built enough graves to dig to China. (Both figuratively and literally).

There where of course, Antonio, a Spanish roman Catholic priest who had come from his home town of Barcelona to Milan by order of a vision from God, to help Italy during the "Divine Punishment" as everyone called it.

"Hurry up!" An older Italian shouted from the other side of the church. "We've got 6 more wheelbarrows to burry before sundown!"

"Si Romano, but it's getting dark already..." Feliciano replied back from a mere 5 feet away.

"Do you want these bodies to rot?" The hotheaded Italian merely yelled in defiance. "We're lucky that God has not gotten us sick with the plague yet, do not complain over simple physical labour!" He screamed in Italian.

Feliciano recoiled, dropping and re-picking up his shovel. "Of-of course fratello." He mumbled. He cringed when he felt an arm wrapped around his shoulder, shuddering at the touch. "What do you want Gilbert?" He was afraid to ask.

"Still think you're wasting your time."

Romano growled. "What do you want you protestant pig? Get away from mi fratello." He stood up, his shovel in hand, moving towards the Prussian immagrant.

"Woah woah woah, Romano, no need to get touchy."

"Touchy? Your idiot brother is bringing the wrath upon God!"

"He's not the only one..." He commented to himself.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." He mumbled, walking off and down the hill.

"That bastard!" Romano threw down his shovel in anger, stomping back to the church. "Leave them for the birds!" He shouted at the Spanish priest and his dumbfounded brother.

"Come on Feliciano, you need rest." he rested his hand over Feliciano's shoulder, going towards the church.

"It's okay, I'll meet you in soon, I'll put the shovels away and finish my last wheelbarrow full."

"No, just the shovels." The brunette chided.

"All right Antonio."

Antonio warily smiled with a nod, before following Romano into the church.

Feliciano sighed, absolutely tired. He walked towards the side of his home, near the side where the graves ran so deep, he'd be afraid the church needed an exorcism. He slid off his jecket, revealing his stained priestly wear, tattered and torn from work. There was a small bump under his arm, the skin-black. "I am so sorry Romano, I am afraid...I have brought the wrath of God upon myself. " He paused. "I hope you can forgive me."

Authors Note: I did a dumbed down version of this for an English project in 9th grade.
I got 100%.
Fuck yeah :v