DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA, I ONLY OWN THIS STORY! PLEASE DO NOT SUE ME IF I DID THE DISCLAIMER WRONG, I AM STILL IN EDUCATION!

THIS IS MY SECOND HETALIA FANDOM! MY 1ST ONE IS OK, BUT IT COULD BE BETTER! HETALIA FANDOM WILL NEVER DIE.

This contains some SERIOUS Prussia x Hungary, GerIta, HRE x Italy, and Spanomo.

When I change POVs, I BOLD the character whom the reader sees their POV.

Germany rolled his eyes. As usual, Italy was concentrated on pasta and other carbs so his military training was pointless, needless to say.

"Pasta!" Italy squeaked in delight. "Pastaaa!" Germany's belly was sick of pasta, pizza, any Italian food. He had considered eating Britain's food, but no one was going to do that.

"Italy," Germany called, clearly annoyed. "Stop making pasta, pizza, canolies, anything! Let me do the cooking!" Italy placed his spoon down.

"But I already put the noodles in...!"

"Arragh!" Germany screamed, taking his hand and slapping Italy's face. "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO DAMN ANNOYING?! SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY WE'RE ALLIES!" As soon as the words came out, Germany instantly regretted them. Italy's face turned red where Germany's hand hit it, his blue eyes widening and filling with tears.

"Is that really how you feel?" he asked in a quiet tone, rubbing his hand on the spot where Germany had struck him. The spot was now turning an ugly color.

"Italy-"

"I'll go." Italy just slumped out of his kitchen and left the house, failing to slam the door.

Italy went to his home and cried into a pillow. Germany had struck him. Italy trudged back downstairs and sat on his couch, holding a tomato ring that Germany had given him last year on Buon San Valentino by accident. Italy still kept the ring, but the flowers had died so Italy got rid of them after three weeks. Maybe like those flowers, our friendship isn't going to last forever...Italy thought. He put down the tomato ring and went to bed, crying in pain. The next morning, Italy called Romano.

"Hello? Romano speaking."

"Romano," Italy said. "Come over. NOW." He hung up the phone and got ready for his brother's arrival.

"Italy?" Romano called. "I'm here." Italy ran to his older brother and cried as he hugged him.

"Ackk!" Romano puffed. "Can't breathe!" Italy let go of him instantly.

"What happened?" Romano asked, catching his breath as he sat down on the beige couch. Italy turned on the light that was off and turned his face so Romano could see his bruise. "AHH! Who the hell did that to you?!"

Italy began to come up with an excuse. Why am I still making excuses? We're not even friends anymore. "G-Germany." Romano's olive-colored eyes turned dark.

"Where do you keep your ice?" Romano asked, going to the kitchen. Italy told him. Wrapping the ice in a towel, Romano gave it to Italy who pressed it against his black and blue cheek. "So, why do you think that damn jerk-bastard did that?"

"I-I'm not sure," Italy said. "Well, I guess he got fed up that I'm useless in war, and me always making a mess in his kitchen, and only eating pasta, pizza, canolies, and drinking all his wine. Other than that, I'm not sure." Romano nodded, glancing outside. It was noon.

"I'm going to pay a visit to him," Romano said, grabbing a bat that Italy had kept in his staircase chest for emergencies. Italy knew what Romano was going to do, but this time he didn't stop him. As Romano left, Italy decided to tag along. He grabbed his blue uniform coat and left. He was wearing his classic blue uniform with his black boots.

Germany woke up late. "Italy! Why didn't you wake me up?!" Then he remembered. He had slapped the Italian. Italy usually woke up before him on Saturdays and Sundays to make breakfast of pasta. Pasta! Why always pasta?! Germany thought. He went downstairs and prepared a breakfast of coffee and eggs. He didn't expect Prussia to be seated at the table at 10:41 AM. He came home last night, extremely happy as he held a beer bottle. Except he wasn't drunk- for once.

"Prussia, if you must drink beer and come home after 8:30 pm, then go to Austria's house or someone else's," Germany said, placing a plate of food in front of Prussia. Prussia just rolled his red eyes and snarfed the food down.

"Well, I'm going to the movies today for a special girl," Prussia said.

Germany ate an egg. "Oh? Whom?"

"No one you might know because you're not as awesome as me!" Prussia said with a smirk.

"Is it Hungary?"

"What! How could you know?!" Prussia gasped.

"Because I saw her as you came in? She was standing outside our lawn, gazing at you in that way." Germany said.

"So...any tips?" Prussia asked, not meeting his eye. "I really like her and I would like to pro-"

"No. After what I did to Italy? I'm not the person who you should talk to."

Prussia stopped drinking the coffee. "What did you do?" Germany told him, and by the time he was finished, it was noon and Gilbert had left.

"Just apologize and bring some Italian food with you!" East said, holding Hungary's arm as the two lovers left arm in arm.

Germany sighed. Gilbert made it sound so simple. He was just boiling the water when he heard a knock. "Coming!" Germany took off the apron, closed the kitchen door and opened his front door. He already found Holy Rome who was sitting on a stool in the Kitchen, so Germany wondered who it could be.

"YOU POTATO-EATING BASTARD!" Lovino Vargas screamed, hitting Germany with a bat. Great. Italy told Romano. "What the hell? Why did you slap him?!"

Germany was taken aback. Sure, he had hit Italy, but he knew it was wrong. Why did South Italy have to be so...weird about it? Then he remembered that it would not take much to anger the Italian if it had anything to do with Ludwig.

"Romano!" Italy called. "Wait for me!" By the time Feliciano came into the house, Lovino had gotten Germany onto a chair, gun pointed at his head. He knew Romano always carried a gun in his uniform pocket. "Ayyy! Put that gun down!"

"Well, what should we do?" Romano asked. "I've already got him down." Italy looked uncomfortable. Sure, he hated Germany at that moment, but he also was close friends with the cold-hearted German.

"Whatever you want. I'm going to make pasta."

"NO!" Germany called. "Don't go into the kitchen...!" Italy ignored him.

Italy opened the door, to see someone he hadn't seen since the Thirty Years War when he was still a servant in Austria's home. His blue eyes grew huge. "H-Holy Rome...is that you?" The blonde figure turned around. He was wearing the same clothes, a bigger size of course.

"Hello, I'm looking for Italy. I heard she could be found in Germany's home." Holy Rome said, looking at Italy. "Do you know where she is?" Italy backed away, unable to speak. He ran to Romano.

"Romano..." Feliciano said. "Holy Rome...he came back." Romano's eyes grew huge. Germany was forgotten as the Italian Brothers ran into the kitchen, ignoring Germany's protests. The brothers gazed at Holy Rome, olive and blue eyes unable to believe what they were seeing.

"Oh, you must be Romano!" Holy Rome smiled. "Can you tell me where I can find your little sister?" Romano pointed a shaking finger at Italy.

"Huh? That's not her," Holy Rome said, not getting it. "That's not the girl of my dreams."

Italy spoke up. "Holy Rome, it's me. I-I'm a guy."

Holy Rome stood there, dumbfounded. No WAY this guy could be Chibitalia! She's a lady now, unless...Holy Rome glanced at Italy's eyes. It WAS her! Or him. They each had the same curl, auburn hair, and blue eyes. No doubt this man was her. "Why didn't you tell me you were a...?"

Italy looked down at his boots. "Because I couldn't."
Holy Rome's hands were shaking as he touched the black and blue mark on Italy's cheek. "Who did that to you?!"

Romano spoke. "That damn bastard Germany." Over the years in hiding, Holy Rome had heard Italy was fond of the German but never had he thought Germany would hit his beloved. Had he known, he would've gone to Austria's home, begged to know where Italy now lived and would've never shown up when Germany called.

Germany felt guilty as HRE told Italy that Germany knew where he was all this time. He had told no one and never wrote it down since both Italy and Prussia would read his journals and important documents.

"What?!" Italy and Romano had shrieked when HRE told them that Germany had told him to stay away. Facing Germany who was now seated in his kitchen, Italy cried, "Why didn't you tell me?!"

Germany looked down. "I couldn't." The looks the Italy brothers made Germany want to crawl somewhere and die. Even HRE understood, and he too was shooting Germany looks of pure hatred.

"Germany, you know how much I missed him!" Italy sobbed. Germany looked away, ashamed. He was going to tell Italy today after apologizing, but things got out of hand. It was a fall day when Italy finally told him about his past. Including when HRE and the little Italian kissed before Germany himself was born.

Holy Rome was shocked just as much as the Italian brothers. Germany made it seem like Italy moved on when he was still waiting for the blonde warrior to come back. It was by pure chance that Germany met Holy Rome that day. Germany recognized him as his older brother since Prussia had shown him a painting that Italy had done in the 900's. Ludwig had told him to stay in hiding. Probably to keep Italy all to himself, selfish jerk.

"Holy Rome?" Italy asked as they walked to the garden in Austria's home. "Why didn't you try to find me?" HRE felt guilty.

"Because that German fellow said that it would cause you great heartache." Holy Rome said, gripping Italy's hand tighter.

"Listen, I never stopped loving you," Italy said as they stood outside Austria's front gate. "I always knew you would come back, one way or another. I couldn't bring myself to hate you now." HRE and Italy stood facing eachother. Blue eyes locked with blue eyes. Italy leaned forward slowly then grabbed HRE's face in his hands and held HRE's lips on his. None of the two lovers noticed a crowd of people standing around them, whispering.

"HOLY ROME!" Prussia called, tears brimming in his red eyes. "It's really you!" Holy Rome broke away from Italy and ran to his brother. They embraced. Then Holy Rome noticed Hungary. They were holding hands now, each with tears in their eyes.

"M-Miss Hungary?" Holy Rome said quietly, acknowledging her- and her diamond ring. "It's good to see you." Then France pushed his way so Holy Rome could see him.

"Holy Rome?" France gasped. "B-But I thought I-"

"No, I'm clearly alive." Holy Rome said, his voice betraying the slightest hint of hatred. "However, that scar you gave me?" He lifted his pant to his knee, revealing a long gash where a sword had been sliced. Italy looked from his older brother to HRE.

"Huh? Big Brother fought in the war too?" Italy asked.

France looked away, ashamed. "Yes. I did a thing I deeply regret. I will tell you one day but today is not that day."

Hungary gripped Prussia's hand tighter. He looked at her and squeezed her hand.

"Let's leave these two in peace." The white-haired nation led Hungary to his home where he pinned her to the wall and they kissed. (They did stuff that I will not say, but I think you can figure it out yourselves, okay?) They lay that night in each other's arms. Hungary snuggled closer to Prussia who kissed her head and pulled her in.

"That was strange. Why did HRE show up today?" Hungary asked the next morning.

"I'm not sure. Ludwig never told me anything so I'm confused." Prussia said, pouring a cup of tea for his fiance. He had yet to tell Germany that he had proposed to Hungary on that date to dinner and the movies. Hungary had insisted that they tell all their friends, but they never expected to see Holy Rome and Italy kissing. Hungary smiled, remembering how Prussia used to be. He used to come to her, drunk until he finally stopped after being cured of his condition after a year. Back then, Hungary was dating Austria. They broke up since Austria had begun to act violently to her. Prussia was always there though. Even if he was a crazy idiot, she still loved him to death and beyond. They heard a knock on their door. Answering it, she saw Germany's surprised reaction to her 'outfit choice'.

"I-I think I'll come back later." The German said, glowing bright red. Hungary was wearing nothing other than panties and Prussia's shirt.

"No, you can come in." Hungary laughed. She put on some pajama pants and walked back into the kitchen when Germany hugged her.

"Ay! I have a sister now!" Germany smiled. Hungary shot a glance at Prussia who smiled.

"Well, we were going to tell everyone but it seems Germany now knows," Prussia said. Hungary's joy turned to cold surprise and hatred as Germany told Prussia and Hungary what happened yesterday.

"Why didn't you tell Italy?" Prussia yelled, grabbing Germany's shirt collar. He put Germany down and opened the door. "I can't take you anymore. Even though I had my own issues, someone always knew! When I was doing something important for my friends or my fiance, I would tell someone!" Hungary hugged Prussia, calming him down.

"I think it's best if you left us alone, and Italy." Prussia spat. Germany hung his head and left, closing the door after him. Prussia collapsed on the ground. "I can't believe it. He was hiding something so important. He knew how much I missed my brother. Why couldn't he tell me?!" Hungary stroked his white-blond hair and kissed him. They hugged in silence until Prussia got up and carried Hungary upstairs princess-style. He opened the bedroom door with his foot and closed the door and put his fiance on his bed. He and Hungary shared a kiss and Prussia pulled the blanket over them as they did 'adult things'.

Prussia kissed Hungary multiple times. She reacted by grabbing locks of his hair, pulling him closer. (They do adult things, I PROMISE I WILL DO A PRUSSIA X HUNGARY LEMON AT ANOTHER TIME.) They lay in bed, once again in each other's arms. That night, Prussia went to Italy's place where HRE was staying. HRE was singing MARUKAITE CHIKYUU as Italy placed pasta in front of him. They ate pasta together and then Prussia knocked.

"Hello, Prussia!" HRE said, opening up the door. "You're just in time for dinner!"

Prussia waved to Italy. "Guys, me and Hungary have something very important to tell you, so please come to the party tomorrow night. Formal, casual? I don't really care, just show up. Oh, and tell everyone to come."

"You're engagement party?" Italy asked. "I noticed the wedding bands."

The next night, Hungary was wearing a sea green dress, her engagement ring and her white heels. Prussia was wearing a tux when everyone started arriving.

"Congratulations!" England said, patting Prussia's back. "I never thought you would be engaged before me or anyone else!"

Russia was holding a bottle of vodka. "Even I never expected that." Hungary was talking to Austria, the conversation obviously awkward. Belarus and Ukraine were talking about marriage, Belarus still obsessed with Russia.

"Ah-ah-ahem!" Prussia called, clinking his spoon on the glass cups. Everyone grew quiet as Prussia delivered his speech. Alfred just laughed as he stuffed his face with hamburgers as everyone in the room listened.

"Hey, where's Ludwig?" Hungary asked as everyone went to go get some food from the dining room.

"Hmm, I'm not sure."

Prussia went upstairs, meaning to get something for the party when he noticed a note on his dresser with Germany's iron cross. His face turned to stone as he read it.

"HUNGARY! I HAVE TO GO!" Prussia shouted, flying down the stairs. "WEST IS GOING TO DO SOMETHING TERRIBLE!"

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SORRY FOR THE CLIFFHANGER! I WILL DO A PRUSSIA X HUNGARY LEMON SOON, AS PROMISED! JUST REMEMBER THAT THIS STORY TAKES PLACE AS PRUSSIA AND HUNGARY ARE PLANNING THEIR WEDDING! THE NEXT CHAPTER IS WHERE GERMANY REVEALS WHERE HRE WAS HIDING FOR DECADES! HANG IN THERE! SORRY, THIS WAS CRAPPY!