A/N: Hi everybotty! I'm the Fandom Vortex! This is the next update of A Secret Alliance I know you love it!
Anyway, I hope this chapter doesn't contain too OOC characters cuz I wrote the chapter down on paper.
Warning: I do not own Hetalia. T for swearing.
A Secret Alliance
Chapter II: Another Signature
~Normal PoV~
As Russia finished dusting the last of his house, out the window he saw the cherry red Fiat 500 that Italy drove. He grinned in delight and walked patiently to the large pine doors that opened into his abode. Looking out of the glass on his door, he saw his favorite Italian approaching his door.
Russia smiled wider and opened the looming doors for his friend.
Italy tugged his suitcase through the thickening snow and watched as Russia's door opened. He was greeted instantly with a bear hug from the Russian. Italy smiled and hugged back before tearing away from him.
"Lets go inside! I'm freezing out here!" Italy practically whined. Russia let out a faint chuckle and let the shivering nation inside the warm, glowing house.
Italy gazed around in wonder about how clean the house was. Everything had a shine to them. The gold lamps, the flickering fireplace, the pine loveseat and velvet cushions.
Russia walked into the kitchen to get the snacks that he had prepared for the tow of them for Italy's stay. As Russia reentered the living room, he saw Italy situated comfortably on one end of the loveseat. His bag was next to the end table that was next to Russia's Italian friend.
Italy looked up from his hands to the Russian standing in the doorway with a plate of cheese and crackers along with a bottle of red wine and 2 glasses. The Russian representative smiled warmly at him with made Italy, placing the tray down onto the coffee table at their feet.
"Thanks for letting me stay over Russia! You are a lot nicer than others portray you to be!" Italy cheered.
Russia chuckled and patted Italy's auburn hair and looked at the adorable Italian though violet eyes. In his soft Russian accent, he replied, "No problem little Italy! It's nice to have someone over once and a while."
For a while the two just snacked and chatted, learning new and hidden secrets about each other that lured them to tell the other more.
~1 Week Later~
Italy drove into the now unfamiliar asphalt driveway of his house in Italy. Italy learned so much over at Russia's. He learned about how Russia feels, why he acts the way he does and about Russian culture in general. Italy walked over to his bag that was in the back seat and pulled it out of the tiny car. He steadily walked up the concrete steps and up to the oak door that protected the Italy Brother's house. Italy jovially knocked on the door.
Romano opened the door with a larger scowl than usual. He was about to bark at him to go away but when he saw his brother's hazel eyes looking into his own darker ones, he shoved him inside and slammed the door shut, locking it.
"Where were you!? I know you left for a week but TELL ME WHERE YOU FUCKING WENT!" Romano screamed, shaking the younger brother's shoulders furiously.
"I-i-i-i c-c-a-a-n-n-n-t-t t-t-t-e-e-e-e-l-l-l-l-l-l-l!" Italy struggled to speak over Romano's constant screaming and shaking.
"WHY FUCKING NOT!?" the older Italian finally released the younger, waiting for him to regain his voice and balance.
"B-because i-it's a s-secret I promised to keep!" Italy's voice steadied out at the end. He stood straight and smiled. "And I don't like breaking promises."
"Can't you break just one promise!? After all, you can handle others breaking promises all the time!" Romano only caught his mistake after he had said it. He covered his mouth and looked down at the younger sibling to see his reaction.
Italy simply smiled falsely. It was no longer genuine. He looked at his brother and said nothing. He struggled to keep the tears at bay. Finally, he said, "No. I can't break a promise." Unlike you. His mind hissed spitefully in his head, but the words and hating tone stayed inside. What came out was only the calming words and soothing tone. Italy slowly ascended to his room and locked the door, forgetting his bag downstairs.
Romano stared up to where his brother had disappeared. Romano did not move. He seemed, frozen. Questions tore apart his brain. How? How could I say that? Why? Why was he okay with my mistake? When? When was the last time we talked about that? What? What's wrong with me? Who? Who was Italy seeing? It took Romano a while to realize the abandoned bag by the couch.
~With Italy~
Why? Why? Why!? Why was my brother so insensitive!? What did I do? Italy threw his fists into his pillow and let silent tears cascade down his sun-kissed cheeks. Right. Italy suddenly remembered. All I do is give. And all they do is take. No one can change that.
Italy caught a glance at the calendar. Tomorrow was the World Conference. It was in England. Great. Italy's mind started rambling again. Another day of faking.
~The Next Day~
Italy dreaded to get up today. He forced reluctant eyelids to open and release the protective barrier of black that coated his vision. Why get up? Italy's mind instantly answered. World Conference. Why smile? For those you care about.
Finally complying to his second state of mind, Italy arose from the warmth and grip of his bed sheets. Dressing, Italy contemplated on weather or not he should tell Russia his feelings. After the meeting. He told himself.
Walking to his mirror, Italy smiled. Perfect.
~With Russia~
Russia awoke to his empty house, but didn't feel alone. He knew now after Italy's stay that he could talk to someone whenever he wanted comfort. Just the thought of being able to talk to someone was all he needed.
Russia got out of bead, fully dressed like usual. He looked at his calendar and saw that today was a world meeting in England. Better get going.
~England, World Conference~
Russia saw Italy with the same slightly fake smile on like the day of the G8 Meeting in his country. Russia frowned. What was wrong with his best friend?
"Italy?" Russia asked as he approached the nation.
"Hm?" Italy dropped the smile and looked up to the bulky Russian standing above him.
"Are you okay? You have that smile." He said cautiously, careful not to trigger any negative or god forbid, sad response that might expose them. Luckily, Italy was faking a shiver of fear while he winked at Russia. Before, people were staring at them curiously, but when Italy started shaking, they dismissed the scene and carried on.
"I'll tell you after the meeting." Italy whispered. Russia nodded and walked away to his seat. Italy sighed and thanked god that no one thought that their actions were weird. Italy noticed though that Russia glared at England.
~England's PoV~
What. Just. Happened? I was sorting my papers out when Italy came in with a bright smile on his face as usual. Right when Russia came in, the vodka loving wanker looked right at Italy and walked over to him. My mind was in a mess of thoughts and suspicions. Dismissing the thoughts whirling in my head, I listened into their conversation.
Russia asked "Are you okay? You have that smile."
The last sentence baffled me. What is "that smile?" Italy is smiling like he usually does right? At that moment I was thoroughly confused. What did Russia know that I didn't!?
Italy started shivering and wait, what? He. WHINKED!? WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON!?
Just then, Italy whispered, "I'll tell you after the meeting," and turned away. Now I was determined to find out what was happening to the two countries.
My mind started to devise a plan, but I forgot it right when my eyes locked with Russia's. He was sending me wave after wave of death glares. I couldn't help but shiver.
~After the Meeting~
Alright. Italy is still packing up. I can ask him now. Everyone else had left so no one could bother us. Just as I was about to grab Italy's shoulder, something grabbed mine.
~Normal PoV~
The tall, pale Russian male gripped tightly onto England's shoulder, sending waves of chills down the Englishman's spine. Italy ran off out of the conference room. England looked fearfully up to the Russian country. Terrified emerald met with cold, unforgiving violet. Russia's mouth curled up into a Cheshire smile, eyes narrowing threateningly.
"Can you keep a secret?" he asked in an almost childish tone while everything else was far from innocent.
"I-if you want me to," the Englishman managed to choke out. When Russia's eyes seemed to relax their cold and disturbing grasp, England still couldn't find himself to leave the wide eyed, fearful look in his eyes.
"Good. Lets go da?" Russia tilted his head and smiled innocently. England could only force a weak smile.
"S-sure. Lets."
Russia guided England to the bathrooms and opened the door, reviling the youngest of the Italy twins holding his folders tightly against his chest. He looked up to the door and his mouth went agape.
"R-russia! What is England doing here!?" England looked baffled as Russia locked the door and walked up to Italy.
"Don't worry. He promised to keep a secret," Russia whispered softly to the Italian. This made Italy relax and look at Russia and nod.
"So, what exactly is going on between you two, eh?" England finally spoke up, drawing the two nations attention.
Italy and Russia exchanged glances with each other and looked back to the Englishman. The blond glanced nervously around. Am I missing something here? He pondered in his head and held his breath.
"We have a secret alliance," Italy finally said. Russia nodded conforming this.
"A secret alliance?" England put extra emphasis on the word "secret." He had never heard of that before.
"Si. We have secrets that we don't want anyone else to know, so we have each other to depend upon. To talk to so we aren't alone." Italy explained. England understood now. Well, at least Russia's case. Not quite Italy's though. What secrets did the bright and cheery nation have that he hid so well?
Now Russia spoke up. "Perhaps, you can join?" England's head shot up to meet the Russian's gaze. It was softer that it usually seems. Then another thing hit England. That was how Russia always looked at people. His history just clouded up the warmth and welcome with power and desire.
"R-really!? Why me?" England said, sounding surprised. He actually knew why he asked him. But Italy didn't.
"Ya. Why him Russia?" Italy asked after England with wide eyes.
"England had a very rough past, but learned a lot from it, and uses it to help America make good choices. He just covers up his wisdom with a spiteful attitude." Russia smiled and looked England right in the eyes. Italy looked at England, looking for conformation on this. Sheepishly, the island nation nodded.
"Ya. I guess Russia," England looked at Russia, "is more observant than he seems." This caused the Russian to smile wider and Italy smile too.
"I think you need a bit more of a vent though." England looked to the small Italian with question. "You still have the look in your eyes that Russia had." Now it was Russia's turn to question Italy.
"What do you mean little Italy?" he asked, turning to the auburn nation.
"You had a look that made you seem distant and apart from everyone else. Like you were holding back something." Italy turned to England, giving him a hard stare. "England. Stop holding back. Just let it out. Tell us everything that tears up you being."
England took a bit to proses what Italy had just said. Since when did the become so observant!? He whined in his head. "Well, I guess what has the most impact on me is America. I tried so hard to make his life great. To make him happy, but that damn frog and his war left me broke. I needed money to keep myself from debt. I would of lost America faster that way. So I pressured taxes on him. Of coarse he didn't like that. I tried to explain but he refused to listen to me. He declared war, and I knew that I had to fight back, no matter how much it hurt me to see my little brother on the battle field with such hatred in his eyes. And when I had him at gunpoint, I couldn't fire. I still loved that young child that I had known long ago." England started to choke on his words. "And, if you would really let me join, I would be most grateful, because, when I look at you two, I see the bond that I once had with America. The undefined trust. The deep understanding. The knowing that you have someone behind you forever and always. I want to feel that again." Tears stained his pale face. "I would want nothing more, and nothing less, that to know that."
Italy instantly shot over to England and hugged him as tight as he could. England stumbled over and fell, bringing Italy with him. Italy cried out, "Of coarse you can join England!"
Russia gave England a welcoming smile and slowly came over and hugged the two countries.
England hugged the Russian and Italian representatives and cried into their shoulders as they did the same on his.
Finally, they broke apart after what seemed like an eternity, England wiped his puffy red eyes and said, "It's getting late. We should head over to my place. There is no way I'm letting you two go home in the middle of the night."
Russia and Italy giggled and followed their newest friend to their cars. England got into his black Mazda. Italy got into a blue rental Fiat and Russia got into a silver rental Volts Wagon. The three vehicles drove over lush green lands and cities to get to a large Victorian home where England resides.
Parking his car in the driveway, England got out and turned around to see Russia and Italy pull in after him. As they got out, England walked to his door and unlocked it. Italy and Russia now stood behind him as the English country opened the door to his home.
The three friends entered the house and sat at the couch.
"So, Italy," Russia spoke, "what did you want to tell me after the meeting?"
Italy looked at Russia and nodded. "Right. Well, something happened after I got back from my week at Russia's."
A/N: Sorry for the wait but here it is! I hope you like the touchy feely stuff!
