STOP! BEFORE YOU READ THIS: This is the sequel to my story 'Double Curiosity'. Sadly Fanfiction has deleted it because it is either to explicit with the sex or too violent. I'm sorry, but if you wish to read this, I'm going to need you to visit my profile. In my updates section I have left a link for the story on my live journal. Again I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

Anyway, SwampyGreenie here~! How are my fair readers doing? :) This is my first sequel, I'm so proud of myself. :)

Warnings: Itacest, Gerita (because it needs to be there. If you read the other one, you'll understand.), very slight Germancest. Smut comes in the later chapters of this, so please bare with me. Some cursing, foul mouth, dirty tongue. ;) Lol. Country names and human names used back and forth. Italy's POV, masturbation, curl tugging...and so on.

Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, I would not resort to writing my fanfictions on this site and most of the nations would be bisexual and in gay relationships. xD …And none of them would be pussys…well…except America.

Enjoy~!

FRATELLO

Fratello loves me so much. He has such a big heart! I know he doesn't show it in public, but when we're home alone, he's so nice and caring and loving. He's such a great brother. Some of the other countries have yelled at us for being together. Especially since we sleep with each other, but I don't mind. It's true love, and nothing is going to stop us. It doesn't matter that half the world thinks it's wrong for two gay brothers to be together, we're countries and we can love whoever we want really.

So anyway, the other day I found fratello's personal journal on the laptop and read through it. He really does love me. He even wrote it as the last sentence. That made me smile.

What makes me a little unhappy is that I don't remember much from when we were little kids. Baby brother seems to remember more of the little details. I remember the big things, like Nanno disappearing, being in love with fratello, our separation. I remember that Roma was a little jealous of me at first because Nanno liked me better, but then he realized that I wasn't so special. We were the same. I wasn't any better than him. He just needed to practice things more. I was better at painting a cleaning because I did it all the time. Roma was just too lazy and never wanted to help out. That was one reason Nanno spent more time with me.

I was the 'good' child.

When Nanno went away, I remember being sad, but I had fratello with me. He was the strong brother who would protect us…But he wasn't able to stop the other countries from tearing us apart in the end. I was so sad when then they dragged me away to Uncle Austria's house. I had cried so much, I actually got sick for two weeks. Uncle didn't want to handle a sick child, so he made big sister Hungary take care of me. She was really nice. I liked her.

When I cried for Romano at night, she would come into my room and curl in my bed so that I could sleep listening to her counting sleepy sheep. She used to read me stories of families that had gotten separated but then in the end wound up together and happy again. Sometimes I would dream of fratello and I finding each other. When I woke up, however, I would cry, truly believing that I would never get to see baby brother again.

When I got better, Uncle Austria made me start house work. I did simple things like sweep the floor and dust, or draw water from the well. Sometimes he would give me a break and I would play with big sister outside or paint. Once in a while she would play dress-up with me and put me in some of her old dresses. I didn't mind dressing like a girl. Some of her dresses were really pretty. Not to mention, Austria had me in a girl's maid outfit most of the time anyway.

I can't really say that I loved being with Uncle and big sister, but I guess, it could have been worst. At least I had a roof over my head and food in my stomach. Although, I was very hungry most of the time. I didn't like the food they fed me. It sucked. Call me gourmet, but once you've had good food, you can never turn back to crappy food. I'm not like America...

When I had been there a few months I met Holy Rome. He reminds me of a younger version of Germany...but then I didn't know who Germany was. Holy Rome was very quiet and was always blushing around me. Sometimes he would run from me when I was trying to get his attention. He ran away the day I tried tot each him painting. I meant it when I said that he was very good and just needed some practice! I was a little sad when I didn't see him for a week after that.

Sometimes he would frighten me. Before I started talking to him he would glare at me through the cracks of doors, or through the message/food opening in the basement. I got thrown down there when I was caught sneaking food. At other times, Holy Rome used to chase me around the house until big sister or uncle stepped in.

In the end we became the best of friends.

However, it wasn't long before the war was beating up Uncle's household and turmoil was running rampage inside the house too. Holy Rome decided that he should go out and try to become the biggest nation in the world. He wanted to be just like the Great Roman Empire.

Just like Nanno.

The day he left, I gave him my push broom to remember me. He gave me a kiss on the lips. Even to this day I can't understand why that kiss felt so wrong. Maybe it was because it was from a guy friend, or maybe it was because I loved fratello and he should have been the only one to kiss me on the lips...I don't know.

Later, when I discovered that uncle Austria, big sister Hungary, and I were the only ones left in the big house, I felt so lonely. Sometimes I would lie down and bed and cry, longing for my baby brother to come back. I normally kept a smile on my face as I worked my way through a day, but inside I was always sad; longing so deeply for fratello Roma. I missed his hands in my hair and on my skin. Sometimes, when I was drifting off to sleep, I would feel as if Roma was besides me tugging at my curl and whispering my name so softly. By the time I was eleven I though I was going crazy and that it was just my imagination.

When I was around the age of thirteen, my voice had finally cracked and uncle stopped putting me in dresses. He seemed so shocked every time after I spoke. I think he had thought I was a girl for all of those years. Big sister Hungary treated me like one, but she had always known that I was a boy. Anyway, Austria took me aside and gave me "the talk" that all kids going through puberty get. It was that night that I realized just what me and fratello had been missing. Lying in bed that night, I vowed to wait until I was together with fratello again, to move on any further than we had in our childhood.

A year later the war had broken out and Austria couldn't take care of me anymore. He was already falling to pieces. He let me leave and I returned home for a few months, until I met Germany. He had been planning to invade me, but I just wanted to be his friend.

He had found me in a tomato box. I was trying to pretend to be tomatoes, but he's smart. He figured out that I was in the box and pried it open with his bare hands. At first he scared me because he had pointed his big gun at me, but then after talking to him for a while he seemed nice. He took me into his home and I liked it there. Sometimes he would try to convince me to leave as if I was a prisoner who was too stupid to try and escape, but I knew that I had a good roof over my head and a friend by my side. I once made a song about him...

He food sucked, but at least he let me make my pasta every once in a while, very unlike Uncle Austria who was very strict and wouldn't let me near the stove. Germany always had a straight face, but I knew his smile hid in his eyes. I spent a year with him before I started to sleep in his bed with him.

I don't what it was, but his warmth and strength drew me in. When I would have nightmares, I would run out of my room and hide under his blankets. He would blush at the fact that I slept naked, but over the months he got used to it. I met his big brother Prussia one time he came over to spend the night. He was nice.

That night I woke up in my room. Germany must have carried me in bed. I don't remember getting up from the couch. Well, I went downstairs to get a glass of water and as I was returning to my room I heard voices coming from the library. I couldn't help myself. I was too curious. The voices belonged to Germany and Prussia. Prussia had pinned Germany to the wall behind the desk and was talking fast in a hushed voice. I didn't need to enter the room to see them. The door had been wide open.

"I missed you bruder..." Prussia had said. At least, something along those lines. I didn't expect him to do what he did next. I ran to my room, locking the door firmly behind me and a blush heating up my face. I buried my head in my pillow and wondered if Roma would do that to me one day...

The erotic image of the German brothers kissing deep and passionately didn't leave my dreams for the next few weeks. I keep seeing the ghost image of their tongues swiping at parted lips and mouths ravaging each other. Not to mention, their hands that had roamed their tone bodies as they shared such an intimate moment.

The next week got me remembering just how much I missed baby brother Romano.

I know, this is not the best of my works, but I'm doing the best I can will all the stuff going on over here. :) I hoped you enjoyed this first chapter. Please tell me if you would like me to continue. You can suggest things you would maybe like to see happen (be specific). Let me know if I have any grammar mistakes. I was rushing when I was betaing my work. My beta still has not returned form being MIA. Hopefully he'll be back soon.

Anyway, leave a review down below, let me know your thoughts. Thank you for sticking with me so far! I hope the next chapter can make it up to you guys. :)

Ciao for now,

~SwampyGreenie