Reversed

by RavenExpert.

A Hetalia fanfiction.

Rated T for violence, blood, and bad language.

Chapter 2: Different

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN.

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What's America's glasses doing here!? He didn't... kill someone... right?

Romano's attention was too fixed up with the glasses. But he finally snapped out of it when he heard the announcement call.

"Attention please. The train towards the city of Frankfurt shall arrive in a few minutes. Please passengers to stand behind the yellow line."

He quickly looked at the nearby speaker, as he heard the announcement call repeating over and over. "Crap! I have to get back before I lose the train!"

However, before he went, he stared at the glasses he held. What should he do with it? Leaving it here might be for the police's best interest, but if this continues then America might be suspected for murder. Of course, square-shaped glasses with no frame on the upper part is common, but he couldn't just leave it before having everything cleared... Then again, a nation shouldn't be charged for murder, since they must have a reason for doing that.

"Let's find another clue around here." A nearby policeman ordered the officers, and they started to shatter to various points. Hearing and seeing this, Romano knew he had a little bit of time left to decide.

"Kh! That troublesome American bastard!" Romano stuffed the glasses into his pocket before he ran away from the alley to meet up with his brother. Luckily the train hadn't arrived yet when he met up with Italy. He panted and sweated hard. Italy soon became worried after seeing his brother in a condition like this.

"Fratello! I was so worried! Where were you and why are you sweating so much!?"

"Sh-shut up... It's none of your business..." Romano wiped off his sweats. "Anyway, let's get ready."

Few minutes later the train came. Romano couldn't tell his brother about the murder case for the moment since it would only freak him out. They picked an empty seat and the train left for Frankfurt.

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It was for about an hour in the train already. Italy got worried since he's afraid that the World Meeting had started. It's pretty far from Berlin to Frankfurt, so it should take few hours. He was restless but Romano kept preventing Italy to go off on his own. The train was not really full of people. It was rather empty. But strangely enough, the Italian brothers could feel an uneasy feeling in the train. Romano himself was feeling restless. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to happen.

Few minutes later, several sounds of gunshots occurred in a train few blocks away from where the Italian brothers were in at the time. Italy quickly cowered behind Romano, while the latter's feet were shaking. Of course, he was scared too.

"Ve! Wh-what was that, I wonder...?" Italy was shaking and trembling. "This is scary, Romano..."

"Shut the hell up, you stupid brother! I'm scared too!"

Still, gunshots? Could it be that...

Romano was silent for a second. Italy noticed that his older brother had gone silent. "R-romano...?"

The latter gulped a bit before speaking. "...Listen here, you stupid brother. I'm gonna go see the gunshots, and you're coming with me." Romano stared at Italy.

"Ve!? B-but why!?"

"Because I'm too scared to go alone, dammit!" Romano's voice scared Italy. "Veneziano, you're so going with me!" He took Italy's hand and ran towards the other train to find out about the gunshots.

They kept on running, until they finally found a crowd. They tried to fit in, and Romano saw the similar thing in the train station: the corpse was shot in the heart.

"Th-there's a murder!"

"Let's run away!"

Few people started to go to another train for security. That's understandable, since the killer could be still around. Italy grew even more frightened. "M-murder!? Brother, we have to leave too!" He grabbed Romano's hand tightly.

"You stupid, where can we leave!?" Seeing Italy's scared face, Romano sighed and brought him to another train. He gripped his shoulders tightly.

"Veneziano, I want you to listen carefully, don't ask questions, and don't shout." Romano's intonation sounded intimidating. Italy nodded nervously while sweating, for his brother's action. Luckily the train they were in was not full. It was rather empty with few people on board. "There's a murder case in the train station back then."

"Ve!? What-!" Romano quickly closed Italy's mouth, preventing him to shout. "Shut up! I told you not to shout, right!?"

Italy calmed down a bit, and Romano released his grip and his hand from Italy's mouth. "The victim in the previous case is the same with this one: shot in the heart. So the culprit must be the same."

"Th-then, are you saying that you can catch the culprit...?"

"Of course not, you bastard. But I have a guess about the culprit."

"Ve!? Who is that!?"

Romano was hesitant for a second. He calmed himself down a bit. "...Sorry, but it can wait. You won't believe it anyway. I'll tell you some time later on."

"...Ve... Alright then..." Italy sighed since he was bummed. Romano grabbed his hand, dragged Italy to another train to find a seat.

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Several moments later of nervousness, the train finally arrived at their destination. They went to the arrival block and looked for a map to find a way out of the station. Then, not long after they read the map, someone approached the two brothers.

"Oh, you two had arrived already?"

Italy and Romano turned their faces to see the person. Italy was relieved to see that it was America. But the same didn't happen to Romano. Rather, he raised his guard. America was standing pretty far from them, but it was still in their field of vision.

"America! Hey, where's the meeting? Are we too late?" Italy quickly asked questions.

"Nope, you're not too late. I'll escort you." America pointed towards the exit.

Italy was ready to follow America at anytime, but Romano held Italy back. He prevented Italy to walk forward with his right arm. The latter was confused by his brother's action. "Romano? Why are you stopping me? We have to arrive at the meetings fast..."

Romano tried to muster up his courage to talk. He took a deep breath first. "America... Why are you wearing different glasses?"

Italy wasn't convinced by the statement. But now that he mentioned it, America did wear a different pair of glasses. Rather than his usual glasses with no frame on the upper part, he wore a full-framed one. He thought he was just changing his style though. "I thought about changing styles for a while. Why?"

This is a dangerous situation. Romano himself didn't really know how to react. But this is a real gamble. "Isn't yours... this one?"

Romano pulled out the cracked glasses with small trails of bloodstains. Seeing it, Italy soon shivered a bit, but he was further surprised by his brother's unexpected action. Was he trying to be brave? Was he trying to overcome fear?

America only stared at the brothers. "That kind of glasses are common, right? What makes you think that it's mine?"

"Because the place where I found it, is nearby the murder case where the victims are shot in the heart." Romano was sweating.

"Then? What makes it different? Killers who shoot are not uncommon. It's a farce if you're trying to blame everything on me." America smirked a bit. Romano gritted his teeth, since he couldn't counter back. In a way, America was right. He didn't have enough evidence to begin with.

What am I doing...? Dammit... It was fool enough of me to make assumptions based on groundless evidences...

Seeing Romano in this state, Italy soon fidgeted. He wasn't sure now whether the person in front of them was telling the truth or not. But in this time, he had to take a chance. He wanted to make sure of everything, top to bottom. He nodded for a second then he turned his face towards America.

"America... Is this really you? If it is, then... can you... prove... it?" Italy stammered. Romano turned his face towards his brother.

The said nation raised one of his eyebrows. "We are enemies during the World War II, right? With you being in the Axis while I'm in the Allies."

"...Other than that?"

"Other than that?"

Few seconds of silence later, America smirked evilly and chuckled a bit. "...I never knew you're such a smarty pants."

Before the two of them noticed it, he pulled out his guns from the waist pocket, aimed it fully at the brothers. Both of them were shocked and Italy quickly hid behind Romano. Of course, Romano was the one who wanted to cower back, but now that he had turned the table, he couldn't give up.

"Can't believe that such simpletons as you guys could make it." America turned on the cartridge. Now the gun was ready to fire at any time. "But it's over now. Die."

Both brothers closed their eyes when they heard that the trigger was pulled. When they opened it, they were surprised to find that they were okay. Not a single drop of blood. But in front of them was another person, cloaked in black hood and black coat. He was like an assassin with black clothes. Under the cloak, they could see that he was wearing a military uniform, but they couldn't determine the color.

They looked at the ground, and their eyes were locked on a bullet on the ground near their feet. The person in front of them was holding a saber with a hand guard and a sheath hanging on his left waist. It seemed that he blocked the bullet using his saber.

"You...! Gh!" America shot few more bullets, but all of them were blocked by the person.

Surprisingly, the three of them could see him chucking a bit. "Luckily Japan had taught me how to maintain traditional swordsmanship..."

As he continued to shoot, the cartridge went empty, and the person used this chance to grab both of the Italians arms and ran away towards the different direction. With the cartridge changed, America soon shot again, but the bullets were blocked yet again. However, the person was having a hard time because he had to protect the brothers too. So when he was looking the other way, one of the bullets hit his left shoulder.

I can't continue like this... Better get these two to safety first.

Ignoring the shots, that person ran faster, making the two brothers ran faster too to catch up. They soon disappeared when they reached the exit, and America didn't manage to get them. He panted hard and took a cellphone, dialing some numbers as he stuffed his guns before it attracted the attention of the crowd.

"...I got them, but I lost them."

The sound of the other side sounded calm. "...I see. Well, it's alright. We'll eventually run into them anyway. Keep the pace. You're our leader, right?"

"I'm the real leader." He stuffed his cellphone back as he went inside the station.

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In a certain house nearby the station...

"Are you two alright?" The cloaked person asked the brothers.

"Y-yes..." Italy stammered, since he didn't know what to say. "B-but we have to tend to your wounds quickly!"

"Forget this. Anyway, it's nice to find another nation out there." He sighed a bit.

"Another nation? So..." Romano lowered his guard. He was curious as to what the person had to say.

"Can't remember the voice? Alright." The person lifted up his hood. As the hood was lifted, the face was revealed. And when the face was revealed, the brothers were shocked to see the face. "Nice to see you again, Italy, Romano."

"Y-you..."

"England bastard!"

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A/N: New chapter, new idea. England's first appearance. I kinda like this chapter since I created an evil America. Nice! An evil character is what you'll need in every story. Please read and review!