English is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if you see any mistake.

Disclaimer: Hetalia and its characters belong to Hidekazu Himaruya, but this story is mine.

MADHOUSE

Chapter 1: Arrivederci, Roma

Mediterranean Sea spread like a big blue blanket hundreds of kilometers below me and I watched it from the window doing everything possible to ignore the annoying noises from the idiot that was sat next to me, who wasn't other that my stupid little brother, Feliciano; it was his fault that I was stuck in that damn can of sardines, commonly called airplane, with another two hundred people with destination to Spain.

And why do I say it's stupid Feliciano's fault? Because it is, that simple. Everything that damn idiot does ends up affecting me in some way and this time wasn't going to be different. And it's that the idiot had no other better idea than moving to Spain with our grandfather after finishing high school and continuing there with his studies and, of course, he had dragged me with him…

Okay, it hadn't been him really, at least not directly, but my darling and beloved mother…

The day Feliciano dropped the bomb I was comfortably lied down on the sofa while enjoying the tranquility of having nothing to do (benefits of being fired by your stupid boss for kindly making the clients of his restaurant hurry up so I could take their order) when I saw him approaching to me jumping and with a stupid face that was brimming over with happiness.

"Ve~ fratello, I have something to tell you …"

Feliciano always has something to tell me, from the biggest stupidity in the world such as he has seen a cat with a curl just like his in the street to the things he considers more important such as mom has scolded him for a decrease in his grades. And, because of that smile on his face, surely it was some stupidity such as that night we would have his favorite pasta dish.

"Speak, idiot" I told him in a bad way, I wanted to recover the damn tranquility he disturbed with his presence, "what happens to you now?"

"Come on, Feli, honey" my mother said coming into the room with my father. Great, an unexpected fucking family reunion, "you can tell us that important thing. You" she pointed at me with her finger and pushed me to the side of the sofa, "sit properly!"

I puffed my cheeks and moved away to a corner of the couch, leaving room for my parents to sit down. I would have gone to my bedroom, but I wanted to know what was that Feliciano had to tell us to get everybody together, just out of curiosity, seriously, not because I was really interested.

That idiot of Feliciano was standing there in front of us three shaking like a leaf, why the hell was he so nervous? It had to be something very big, maybe something for what he would be scolded and due to that he was trembling, but knowing my parents' attitude toward my brother in the end they would give him all their support. Yes, all the support they denied me when I intended to do anything.

And then he announced the news. There was silent. I was looking at him dumbfounded; he has always been a damn coward, if he still gets into my bed at night when he's scared! Where did he get the courage to embark on an adventure of such magnitude alone? Well, okay, he won't be completely alone, he will be with our grandpa… which is practically the same as being alone.

My mother, who was initially in shock, started a round of shouts, she took her time; how could she let her adorable and innocent kid go to a distant country with an irresponsible old man and womanizer? Who knows how would be his lifestyle! Her little one would certainly become corrupted.

With a light smile on my lips I listened to my mother ranting on about her father-in-law and scolding my brother, who had already started crying although he didn't seem willing to retract his decision despite he was very afraid of mom. For me, it was rather satisfactory that, for a change, my mother's shouts weren't for me. But, of course, if I think about it sooner, it will happen sooner.

"LOVINO!" she shouted at me as if her life depended on it, what the hell did I do? "This is your fault!"

"Fuck. And why is it my fault that this idiot wants to leave?" I said angrily, frowning, puffing my cheeks and standing up.

"Because I'm sure you do know this! Feliciano tells you everything, I'm sure you've kept quiet so we can't do anything."

I was getting more and more angry, I had no idea of my idiot brother's plans, I had just found out like everyone else. But before I could answer back, Feliciano ran to me and hugged me, rubbing his wet cheek against mine (agh, how disgusting!).

"My fratello didn't know anything!" he defended me, still crying. "The only one who knew it was grandpa, he phoned to congratulate me for finishing high school and was the one who suggested it to me."

The answer of that idiot gave my mother a new reason to hate her father-in-law more. I'm sure that if he had proposed it to me my mother wouldn't have hesitated to pack my things and send me on the very first flight to Spain, besides praising my grandfather and putting him on a pedestal.

And now I was thinking about it… why grandpa hadn't suggested to me something similar when he phoned me for the same reason last year? I guess the answer is clear: because of Feliciano. Our appearance is very similar, but not our character. Feliciano is the kindest, the friendliest, friend of everybody, the one who has talent, cooks the best, cleans the best, doesn't get in trouble… And I… I'm just useless compared to him, the lonely, bad-tempered, grumpy and foul-mouthed older brother good for nothing.

My mother's anger took me out of my thoughts, she came to us in a rage and looked like she was about to fume. She was fucking close. Without thinking, I tightly hugged that idiot who had caused that disaster and who was sobbing between my arms, we were both scared shitless.

"If Feli is sure about it, there's nothing else to discuss" my father said for the first time in the evening, I had almost forgotten about his presence.

"HOW THE HELL CAN YOU SAY THAT?" my mother spat adressing all of her Italian fury towards him. "Feliciano it's not even able of defending himself, how do you expect he can manage alone in a foreign country? I WON'T PERMIT IT!"

"He won't be alone, my father will take care of him."

"What a relief!" she said sarcastically. "He's nothing more than an irresponsible old man and a womanizer, you know all those stories about him. AND I DO NOT TRUST HIM! So I refuse to let my little boy go alone with him."

There's nobody who makes this woman sees sense, not even my patient father.

She turned towards us again. Feliciano clung tightly to my neck, that fool was choking me! And then I saw it, a sparkle shone in my mother's amber eyes and the creepy expression on her face changed to a more relaxed one.

"Maybe I would worry less if Lovino went with him."

Feliciano relaxed his grip and, wide-eyed, looked alternatively to my mother and me. A stupid smile spread on his damn face and he started jumping around me with that foolish face he puts when he's happier.

"Fratello~ ~"

I was in shock. WHAT? I felt great in Italy, why would I have to move to another stupid country, and what's more, with my idiot brother?

"NO, I REFUSE!" I shouted getting out of my trance. "I WON'T LEAVE!"

"Yes, you will. You'll go with your brother and take care of him."

"NO WAY!"

"Think about it as a chance" my father said, "so that you can make up your mind about what you want to do with your life. What's the problem? You don't have a job, neither friends nor a girlfriend to leave behind."

Oh no, that's all I needed, that my idiot father supported my mother's idea and was against me, and what's more, he touched a raw nerve reminding me how pathetic my life is.

"I'M NOT GONNA LEAVE, FUCK!"

"Look, Lovino" my mother's look darkened and half smiled making my blood ran cold, "I give you two options: or you move to Spain and take care of your brother…"

"NO!" I answered with tears in my eyes that, because of my pride, I wouldn't let fall and least in front of my mother.

"…or you leave home."

I froze. Feliciano stopped his stupid dance all of a sudden and looked at me with fear. That woman wasn't talking for talking's sake, she would really throw me out of our house.

At last after 19 years she had found the perfect excuse to get rid of me. Why? Because she hates me. Yes, she hates me, it's nothing new, she has hated me since the moment I appeared in her damn life with the only purpose of screwing it up and making her lose all her youth, according to her. Sure, and I was too the one who makes her spread her legs in front of my father at the first opportunity. Obviously, I wasn't going to spit her that despite I wish to, because of the punch my father would give me I'd end up as stupid as Feliciano or more, and because of the one my mother would give me she would kill me and I still appreciate my life a bit, even if it's pathetic.

"So? What do you decide?"

"I move to Spain with Feliciano and grandfather" I said resigned.

My mother smirked, she had managed to get rid of me at last, and left the room with my father.

I stayed with Feliciano, who was jumping again with a dumb face, and went towards the phone to call grandpa. I, letting my rage out, ran towards him and tried to kill him with the phone cable for having gotten me into that mess.

I don't know how our grandfather reacted when idiot Feliciano told him I was included in the pack too, but I don't give a fuck.

The only good thing about all of this is that I have gotten rid of my parents, who I didn't intend to say goodbye, they have thrown me out of my house and exiled me too, they shouldn't expect I show any affection for them. But my mother, despite she hates me, didn't let me go without giving me some kisses on the cheeks and some advices.

"Don't get in trouble…"

It's not like I look for problems, they find me some way.

"Take care of your brother…"

I'll watch him close as much, but I don't intend to stick to him like a limpet.

"Be careful not to get a girl pregnant…"

I don't plan to be the third generation which makes the same mistake.

"And pay attention to what your grandfather tells you, try not to give him many headaches."

Now she's gonna worry about my grandpa after rating on about him, she couldn't be more hypocritical in this world.

I left my parents hugging Feliciano for the last time in a long while and I went to pass the police control. I don't know if those useless policemen thought I was part of the mafia or something, but the imbecile searched me from top to bottom as if I were a fucking criminal, I don't know how I didn't end up with a probe up my… what a great way to begin this damn journey.

From the window of the plane, I could see how Italy, my beloved home, was left behind. I felt sad (although I will never admit it in front of anybody).

"Ve~~ Fratello, what's wrong? Are you dizzy? Does your stomach hurt? Are you hungry?"

I'm lucky that Feliciano is stupid and doesn't realize anything.

"Yes, I'm hungry" I lied, "besides airplane's food is so disgusting that seems to be made by an Englishman, it's not even served on time."

"Veee~"

I don't know what awaits me in Spain, I only wish that whatever has to come is better than what I leave behind.