Yo, GreenMonster here! How are you peeps? xD Me? I'm fine! So here, i present to you my newest fic "Escape to canada!"
Its a multichapter story hahaha which is going to be hard so i expect everybody to help me and give your opinions on what you want to happen. Seriously. Cause i get writer's block often hahaha
Disclaimer: Plot mine. Hetalia almost but not quite mine.
And ca someone please beta read? My grammar and punctuation sucks so...yea.
Well anyways, Unto the story!
Arthur Kirkland sat still on the plush red velvet couch, brows furrowed, a troubled look on his face, chin cradled in a pale, delicate hand.
He already knew what to do. The plan was already formulated up to the very last detail. The only problem now was who could he take with him? And where?
Someone with strong ties to power.
Someone unexpected, fiery.
And of course, in the same state as him.
Who else could fit the role but that older Italian country?
He had close knit ties with the mafia and if what he heard was right, the mafia was fiercely loyal to that man. The mafia meant easy access to power, money and protection.
He was surely unexpected too. Who would ever expect the brother of that air-headed Italy to be an ally of the great British empire? And he wasn't one to forget that fiery temper and spirit.
But the most important fact that made Romano his only choice was because he was in the same situation as the blonde. England was a lot of things, being observant was one of those things.
He noticed those secret, longing glances the Italian sent a certain Spaniard, those slightly glossy eyes when Antonio professed his love to Romano jokingly.
And how could he forget the hurt look masked by anger that would pass his face when the dark-skinned man would scold and ask him to be more like his brother.
Lovino Vargas was going to be his partner in this. No matter what.
And as to the question of where. It should be someplace where those looking for them would easily overlook, someplace usually unnoticed.
Well, the answer to that was simple. Canada. He already had a large estate stationed there that only Canada knew about and his things were already being sent (and by things I mean, all of his belongings. The only thing that would be left behind was a once loved, deserted mansion)
With those thoughts in mind, he arranged a plane ticket to Sicily, Italy.
Arthur had always been a prideful man. The result of conquering so many nations, forming an unbeatable empire and being one of the strongest countries to ever live.
Yet, his winning streak was broken by that damn, ungrateful kid. He had given him everything to make the child into a powerful nation, had showered him with love and affection and gradually the green-eyed nation began to fall in love with his charge.
And how did that boy repay him? By declaring inde-bloody-pendence.
If he thought carefully about it, there was no bloody reason for him to like him that way AT ALL.
a. He has no idea what manners are, b. he's childish, c. idiotic, d. annoying, e. didn't know what proper food actually was, f. ungrateful, g. he couldn't read the atmosphere etc. etc….the list could go on and on.
So why the bloody hell in the name of earl gray did he start to fall in love with someone so….so…anticlimactic!?
Well sure, he had eyes bluer than the sky and ocean, a smile that could rival the sun and a fiercely protective, childish, naive yet endearing attitude. But still…
The blond sighed, no use in stopping now. Besides no matter how much he loved that idiot, his eyes were always drawn to someone else and sadly, it wasn't him.
He wasn't an idiot. He could easily see how close America was with those other nations, how he gradually drifted farther and farther from the person who raised him.
And so England decided that if that was how it ought to be, if he could never steal that great nation's heart then he should just disappear, and he was already too old for anymore heartache anyway.
Romano never realized how much it would hurt when he finally admitted that the one person he loved was in love with his brother. He should've realized it sooner, shouldn't have been so stubborn and kept denying it when it was so obvious.
Everybody always liked—loved—his brother more than him. It was always like that. . Even his grandpa forgot to take him, Austria didn't want to take care of a "brat" and france only wanted naples. Spain begged and pleaded to trade him too.
So he should've expected this to happen but for once in his entire life he wanted somebody's attention riveted only to him, he wanted someone to love him and not his brother.
But his wishes never came true.
"What do you do when you realize that you are no longer needed?" he whispered to the wind, eyes downcast, white knuckles clenched painfully.
"Disappear." A voice answered him and he turned shocked and wide eyes to meet green, fae-like eyes staring intensely into his hazel ones as tears gently roll down his lightly tanned skin.
The man's pale hand was extended toward him and he placed a slightly shaking hand over it and clenched it in a loose, barely there grip.
That day an alliance was formed.
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Romano packed everything he owned, which was pretty easy since his little brother had decided to move in with Germany along with all his things, and once again, only an empty, once loved house was left.
Now, only the hard part was left. He had to talk to that man . He liked the new leader of the strongest mafia, he had a good, level-headed and fair attitude, but most importantly he was understanding.
You see, this was the problem, his brother was good at taking care of the country but romano was left in charge of the paperwork and of course, the mafia. The paperwork could easily be done in Canada but the mafia would run amuck if he didn't put them in line.
He took a deep breath and marched into the white, marble mansion situated deep into the forest. He walked a few steps inside, his soft steps on the marble floor echoing silently then suddenly a shot rang out and he easily evaded the bullet.
"Oh, Mr. Vargas! What a wonderful surprise! Sorry for that but there isn't such a thing as being too cautious these days. " A brown-haired boy came into view, a smoking gun held loosely at his side, a genuinely curious and welcoming smile adorning his pale face. "Not to be rude but why are you here? I'm sure that my men have done no unnecessary killing and extortion."
"Long time no see Sawada-san. Its wonderful to be seeing you again but sadly, I'm here to discuss a very important business with you. And don't worry, your men have been completely good recently."
Romano had to remind himself to be polite to this kid because even if the place seemed deserted, assassins were situated in every corner. Even if he was a nation person, enough bullets in his system could cause fatalities and he didn't want to die just yet.
"Oh I see." The child sat down on a light tan couch, patting the seat beside him. Romano accepted the silent invitation and plopped down on the downy cushions. "Tsuna, I know I'm being unreasonable but I'm not going to be able to visit you as often as I did before…In fact, I'm not sure if I can still visit… I'm just wondering if you could take over for awhile…" He sighed and stared intently at the boy beside him.
"To cut it short, you want me to watch over the mafia? Make sure they don't run killing and stealing the country to ruins?" The child was straight to the point and blunt, Romano had to give him that. "Well, yes but if you don't want to…" he left the sentence hanging.
"But that's not exactly an option, isn't it? I would gladly accept this proposition, but could you at least tell me the reason why? Even if you might not think the same, me and everyone here think of you highly and you are one of my dearest friends."
The young adult's genuinely kind words brought tears to his eyes which he quickly willed away. "I just wish to disappear… Veneciano can take care of Italy without my help and the world doesn't need two Italies. To put it simply, I'm retiring. But I am grateful for your words. There is no doubt in my heart that I will miss all of you dearly."
The tears were flowing now and Tsuna was comfortingly patting his back. He heard soft footsteps and looked up to see every person in the mafia with a comic about to cry look on their faces.
Cries of "We're going to miss you boss!", "Don't forget to write letters!", " Send us some rated M pictures and souvenirs every once in a while!" and "I'll bite you to death if you don't stop touching me Tsuna!" were clearly heard.
After much hugging and farewells, Romano left the white mansion with a smile on his face. At least, he thought, there really were others who truly cared for him.
Flashback!
"Romano~ Romano~" The Spaniard called and romano had to suppress a fond smile when he was suddenly embraced from behind.
"Oi you idiot! Let go of me!" He pushed and struggled violently. Spain only laughed and kissed his cheek before letting go.
The Italian's face immediately turned red. "Waa Romano~ You look just like a tomato!~" Antonio received a hard head butt after saying this.
Seeing the taller man grinning happily, romano couldn't help but release a small and loving smile that went unnoticed by the happy spaniard.
[A few Months later...]
Romano was feeling giddy when he woke up. 'today must be the day!' he thought excitedly. It was his birthday and he hoped fervently that today would be the day that Spain would finally realize that he was in love with Romano. They had been getting closer and Romano thought that it was only a matter of time until the dark-skinned man's heart would finally be his.
He went about his chores happily, humming and smiling the whole time. He cleaned the house spotless, weeded the garden, watered the plants and made dinner. All the while, the hazel eyed man kept glancing at the clock.
The hours flew by and Spain hadn't even showed up, it was already 8 o'clock in the evening. Lovino was getting worried, what if something happened to Antonio? Or maybe he…forgot?...
The thought made the italian's heart clench painfully and he ended up calling the missing nation.
Ring!
I hope nothing bad happened.
Ring!
Maybe he's on his way right now.
Ring!
Or maybe…he really did…forget.
"Hola! Spain here!" the familiar voice answered
"Spain! Where the fucking hell are you?! Did something happen you idiotic bastard!?" Romano raged, a trace of concern and worry evident in his voice.
"Romano? Is that you? Well, I'm fine but why are you asking?" Romano could almost see the curious tilt to his head.
"Where are you right now?" He sighed and scratched his head exasperatedly. At least Spain was fine and that was all that mattered.
"I'm at Germany's house! Were throwing a surprise party for Ita-chan! Its his birthday you know? Didn't you remember? I've been telling you since last week!" The Spaniard heard a familiar dial tone and sighed when he realized that Romano had just hung up on him.
Meanwhile, the Italian's heart felt like it was breaking into a million different pieces as he cursed the air blue and called his former caretaker every name under the sun.
How could he forget?! How could that idiotic bastard be so insensitive to his, South Italy's, fucking feelings?!
'I knew he loved Feliciano but I thought that, if I spent time with him, given him all I could, mind, body and soul then maybe, just maybe he could've fallen in love with me…but I see my prayers weren't answered again for fuck's sake!
...Why cant anyone love me…? Am I so horrible that I'm not worth being loved…?'
But Romano had to be a man and suck it up. He made an ultimatum that if he couldn't get spain to love him by his birthday then he would give up on him. Be happy and move on but...it hurt too damn much that he felt as if every part of his heart was torn apart, burned and trampled on.
He didn't think that everything would just go back to normal. Back to the days when he and spain could go on talking and laughing like they always did. Eating and spending siestas together. Romano didn't think he could stand being with Spain anymore, knowing that every treasured moment spent with him didn't mean a thing to the spaniard.
Because everybody always loved feliciano more.
End of Flashback!
"Lovinooooo~?" Spain called from the slightly parted doorway before entering cautiously. "Your door's unlocked so I'm Coming in..." Antonio curiously walked the bare hallways and wondered what happened to all the paintings and furniture "Lovino? I brought tomatoes!" He called out and began to search the rooms after he received no reply.
He opened the first door on his right only to find a room completely devoid of....anything. The next room was the same and Spain panickedly began opening every room in the large house only to find it empty...
He ran towards Romano's room, thinking, wishing, hoping that maybe romano was just taking a nap because he was tired from redecorating the house or something. He slammed the door open only to find it the same as the rest of the rooms. Bare, empty and devoid of any life except for a piece of paper taped to the wall.
The only thing written was, "Goodbye" Spain analyzed the word to be romano's handwriting hastily written yet he couldn't bring himself to believe it. He looked around him expecting some sort of sign that this was a lie. That Romano was just hiding somewhere, laughing his ass off.
"Romano! This isnt funny anymore!" He screamed expecting laughter and romano's "Your such an idiot spain! Did you see your face?! It was hilarious!" but there was only silence after his outburst.
The letter didnt say to who it was addressed or from whom. Not a single way to contact him was listed. He didn't even tell the reason why he was leaving! It was as if he was cutting ties with him...Spain idly wondered if anybody else knew about this.
He resignedly open his phone and dialed a number he knew by heart, he already knew what was going to happen yet he had to try, he wasn't going to give up. Ring! Ring! Ring! With every ring he felt his heart breaking Ring! Ring! Ring! The number you have dialed is no longer on service. He unconsciously let go of the bag of tomatoes making them splatter all over the spotless floor.
Spain smiled bitterly, slumping down the wall and was only then that he realized he truly loved Lovino and no one else. But it was already too late...His lovino had already left him... What was he to do now? He had always expected that no matter what, the fiery Italian would remain by his side forever but now...thinking of a world where lovino didnt exist....'No!', He chided himself, 'Don't think like that! I'll find him even if i have to search every corner of the globe!' And with a determined look on his face he stood up, brushed his tears away and left the empty house.
The same thing was happening over at England.
America had arrived, entered without permission and strolled in without a care in the world. Finally, he noticed that the Englishman's things were nowhere to be seen and said Englishman has yet to appear and force him out. He realized that something was incredibly wrong when he read the Brit's cursive handwritten letter taped to a table saying, "America I have nothing left to say other than don't look for me. And wino bastard if your reading this then the same goes for you. Well i guess that's all. Goodbye...Forever"
And The US then began to search the house like a madman screaming "Iggy?! Iggy?!" at the top of his lungs.
Once he was sure that every crook and cranny of the house was searched only to find it empty, America promptly punched the wall causing it to crack and crumble. A frown adorned his usually sunny face and angry tears were welling up in his eyes.
'How could Iggy do this to him?! Didn't he know how much America truly cared for him?! Or did he think that he could worm himself into the American's steel protected heart and suddenly disappear just like that? Well if he did, then he thought wrong because the fucking US of A was going to look for him and show him that nobody who stole his heart so easily could ever be allowed to leave. Even if it was the last thing he did, Alfred F. Jones was going to find that unicorn-believing nation and make the stubborn brit fall in love with him, he wouldn't give up until his dying breath!'
Well the first chapter is pretty long but i think the others wont be as long so yay^^
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That's all! Until next time readers!