Title: the letter

Summary: Italy's true feelings come out and Romano will stop at nothing to keep his brother from getting hurt even if his brother is hurting himself.

Warnings: depressed Italy and near death of a character

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia no matter how much I wish I did

Ok, I hope you like this and I might have a few grammar errors I wrote this at like 2:00a.m. and I know it's really sad but I wrote it while I was listening to sad music so yea….either way I'll stop boring you and let you enjoy the story.

To all other nations,

I am Feliciano Vargas or you may know me better as Italy. Either way you all think I am a ditsy thoughtless child but none of you have ever looked at it through my eyes. I have had a hard life of pain and loneliness it all started after my part of the country was under Austria's control. That was bad but I could take it. Things started looking up when I fell in love with holy Rome; I loved him so much. Then came the day he left. It hurt so much but I kept smiling. When I moved out of Austria's I had a pretty normal life for a nation. Then came World War one I lost about 600,000 people after that I started losing it I hid inside my mind I let myself believe it was all ok. Even in world war two I allied with Germany and japan I fought but I was always stuck in my own little world, willing all the evil around me to go away but it never did you all say I'm out of touch but I know what's out there, evil and anger. You all still fight you break your friendships and bonds. You step over each other to get to the top, all to gain power, worthless power. In my eyes power is empty, useless it's the abstract idea that you're better, and the sad part is you all believe it. No one will ever see it my way though. I know what you're thinking at this point I'm delusional, crazy but I do think clearly when I'm alone. When I can hear my thoughts, and I decided that the only way to escape the evil is to leave the place it lives. So I decided to take my life if you're at the end of this letter I'm nearly gone so goodbye.

Sincerely,

North Italy.

Everyone in the meeting stood still frozen, Petrified with fear. Tears were welling up in a few people's eyes than finally Romano spoke up

"Well come on we can't leave him to die! We have to go find him!" Romano yelled his voice cracking.

"Where would he be?" asked Germany holding back a sob.

"At home I left him at the hotel alone, he said he was sick. Dammit I'm so stupid I should have stayed!" He said falling to his knees shaking as broken sobs wracked his whole body

No one in this room had ever seen him cry.

"We will find him but we need you come on" Spain said kneeling down beside him putting his hand on his shoulder.

Romano slapped his hand away and stood up red eyed

"I know so get up, I slapped your hand not you face" Spain stood up and grabbed his keys off the table. They both ran out of the room skipping the elevator and running down the stairs. When they made it out of the door it was pouring rain outside. They got into Spain's car he put the key into the ignition. They sped down the street and they soon saw police light behind them.

"Damn! Why now of all times" he said hitting the dashboard with his fist.

"I'm sure it will be fine Romano" Spain said trying in vain to calm him down.

The police was walking up to the car in what seemed like slow motion and he finally got up to the window

"Do you know how fast you were going sir?"

Romano sat there clinching his fists as he heard Spain trying to get this over with

"Hey listen to me!" Romano yelled

"Excuse me!" the policeman said with a heavy southern accent.

"You're excused! I just found my little brothers suicide note and we need to get home now!" he said his face bright red with anger.

"Well you should have started with that. It's unsafe to speed like that if you need a police escort we would be happy to help" the policeman said calmly.

Romano was about to go on another rant when Spain put his hand up to his mouth.

"Thank you officer can we go now" Spain said impatiently.

"Oh! Yes of course" they ran back to their car, they drove to the hotel they parked in front of the hotel Romano jumped out of the car the second it stopped Spain and Romano were already to the staircase when the police entered the building they fallowed them close behind when Romano made it to the door he unlocked it and ran in to find Italy laying with his back against the wall he was slumped forward his eyes half closed, blood stains covering his shirt and the ground around him.

"Fretello!" Romano yelled and ran to Italy and grabbed him by the shoulders

"What did you do to yourself, tell me!" he yelled tears forming again

Italy looked up shaking a little he held out his arm they were covered in deep cuts. Romano ran to the bedroom grabbing the sheets of the bed he went back to Italy he tried to rip the but couldn't he grabbed the blade sitting beside Italy and cut two long strips off. He wrapped his arms up really tight. Italy tried to fight back but he was too weak at this point to put up a real fight. When he was sure the cuts were wrapped tight enough he turned toward Spain and the police.

"Call and ambulance now!"

…That night …..

Romano stood talking to the doctors in the hallway

"He lost a lot of blood so he's really drowsy we but stitched up the cuts and he should be fine. You're lucky you got there and did what you did, any later and he would not have made it. If you want you can go talk to him now" the doctor said pointing at the room his brother was in.

"Thank you doctor" Romano said he walked in the room his brother was sitting there with such a sad look on his face.

"Why would you do such a thing, I thought you were going to die you scared the hell out of me." Romano said trying not to cry or yell or both

"I'm so sorry fretello; I thought it was a good idea at the time I know it was a mistake now." He said he was almost crying.

Italy was looking down when he felt his brothers arms wrap around and embrace him. Italy felt tears on his shoulder

"You know I love you never scare me like that again." He said holding back tears

Italy rested he head on Romano's shoulder

"I love you too fretello"

Not long after that Italy was released from the hospital and he acted a little different a little more like himself and everyone watched him a little closer but he was alive and that was what mattered he slowly got better, happier. And life was how it should be.

Ok so I finished this at 3:55a.m. I hope you like it

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