Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. Sad face...

A/N: I had just finished my homework and I was wondering what I should do... So I hoped on my laptop and finished this chapter... It's going pretty slow huh. I'll try to speed it up after they get to the United States of America! Bloop! :3

Feliciano took the death of his grandfather harder than Lovino. He spent days in bed, doing nothing but laying in bed staring at the ceiling of their small wooden house. He didn't even cry, and when it was time for the burial of their grandfather Lovino had to dress him.

Feliciano had lost weight in the few days he spent in bed. Lovino was worried but he could do nothing. He had tried, but nothing he did would get Feliciano from bed or to eat. The rare times he ate was when Lovino made pasta or when his brother would tell him "Grandpa Rome wouldn't like you to be like this". It worried Lovino; he didn't want to loose the last person that cared for him. It would be too much for the Italian.

During the funeral Feliciano spend it besides Rome's casket holding his sketchbook that he has given him 12 years ago, it was the first day he lived with him. He stood there with dry eyes and a distant look as people from the town, friends of their grandfather walked up to leave a small white rose around him.

When the final people left their rose Lovino placed Rome's portrait, it showed Germania and Rome sitting together; Germania in a headlock by Rome. Rome had always been fond of that photo, ever since his lover had died three years ago. Then, it was Feliciano's turn. He carefully placed the small sketchbook under the Roman's hands and above his chest, his eyes remaining distant as always.

They stood there as the closed the casket and began to descend it into the ground. Feliciano just stood there next to Lovino holding hands. He could feel Lovino's trembling hands and his silent sobs as they began to cover the hole that their grandfather laid in with dirt. The younger Italian brother wishing he could cry with his brother, but his eyes were dry from tears. Why couldn't he cry?

At least the one wish Lucius wanted most had come true; he was buried next to his lover.

"Signori," A tall man said entering the small office in the city. He walked behind the desk and looked at the two Italian brothers sitting before him, "Lucius Marcus Varus came a week before his death to sign the will." He looked at Lovino then and Feliciano slowly and continued. "He didn't want you to know when he was alive but he had a huge amount of dept. He did not tell me from where or why and he didn't want you to either, but he did say that with his death it would all be paid…"

"What do you mean with his death?" Lovino's anger spiked up a bit looking at the lawyer before him.

The man spoke carefully trying not to anger the Italian man, "He… All he told me was that you and signore Feliciano should not look in to it… That he had already paid the price."

"I don't get it! Why would he say—".

"He knew he was going to die, brother." Feliciano had finally spoken for the first time since the death of the Roman.

"What are you saying?" Lovino turned to the blank eyed Feliciano sitting in the leather chair net to him.

"He knew it was going to happen. That's why he was acting weird, that's why he came here to sign the will. Isn't that right?" He looked up at the lawyer who gaped at him. Slowly, the lawyer nodded resting his elbows on the wooden desk and his chin on the back of his hands.

"He sold the land to pay half of his debt, and the rest was when he di—" The man didn't continue his sentence as he looked up at Lovino. "He left enough money for you two to travel to America."

"What—?" Both of the brothers looked at him with confused expression painted across their faces.

The lawyer opened a small box before him and handed him two tickets along with a small letter. Lovino took the letter from the man's hands and opened it, Feliciano looking over his shoulder, trying to look at the letter addressed to Lovino.

Dear Lovino,

I know how you felt about me. I've known since you came to live with Feli and me. But I want you to know that I love you just the same way I love Feliciano. I wish I could have said that in person but I had run out of time. I'm sorry.

I know you may not know what is going on. But I want you to go to America with Feliciano, it's the only place were you will be save—and will be able to start new lives. Please Lovino, I know what you do will be the right thing. Don't ask yourself questions why I said this but just do it, it's for the safety of you and your brother.

I love you grandson, even if I didn't show it.

With love,

Your Grandpa Rome.

Lovino crumbled the paper with his shaking hands, even before Feliciano had a chance to look at it. Sorry? He was sorry? Sorry for leaving them alone? His fists shook, he could feel a sob quickly rising from his chest, but he swallowed it down. He wouldn't cry for this, after he had said sorry like that. He didn't eve had the guts to say it in person. Damn that bastard, Lovino though shoving the letter into his pocket.

"F-fratello?" Feliciano looked up at his brother, eyebrows pushed together and a small frown forming on his lips. "What did he say?"

"Niente, he just said sorry." Lovino chuckled, "How could he say sorry? It's his fault he's dead, he shouldn't be sorry for that. His actions, whatever they were, had consequences he had to pay for… and he's saying he's sorry?" The brunette took the tickets from Feliciano. "I will do what he asks, only because it's one of his whishes."

"W-what are you talking about, fratello?" The younger brother stood, leaning closer to his brother, "What did the letter say?"

"I will protect you Feli." Lovino wrapped his arms around his younger brother, feeling the hot tears stream down his cheeks. On that moment, he promised himself he would do anything in his power to protect his younger brother, just like Grandpa Rome had wished.

"That bastard!" Lovino slammed his hand down the polished wooden table and looked around the lavished room. The walls were a shade of burgundy with swirls and elegant flower designs on the edges; the wooden floors were polished until your reflection could be seen perfectly, and the ceiling was completely decorated with mirrors. Lovino stood in a first class cabin, or should he say apartment? House maybe?

"Why do you say that, fratello?" The small Italian asked looking at the leather couches by the window of their suite. He looked out the small circular window and sighed, they were so far away from their beloved Italy already. He couldn't see the shoreline of the western coast of it, and that was an hour ago.

"He got us in first class?!" Lovino paced back and fourth on the suite; he kept muttering to himself in Spanish, pulling his hair and tugging on his clothes while biting his lips. He still hadn't gotten use to the idea of being a first class traveler across the sea to America.

Unlike his brother, Feliciano liked it. It would probably be the last time he would experience something like this for a long time, or could be the last time. He looked at Lovino; he should enjoy the small moments of life while the last. He took a seat on the black leather couch and looked at his brother, who was too busy complaining about their grandfather to notice the smile in Feliciano's face.

When he did, notice the smile, Lovino only arched an eyebrow walking to his brother. "What are you smiling about?" Was all he said before sitting next to his brother.

"Fratello, I know that…" Feliciano sighed looking down at his hand then up to his older brother, "… I know that Grandpa Rome's death shook you, and I—I might have taken it really bad—but that doesn't mean that you have to beat your self for it." When he saw the confused look on his brother's face the brunette bit his lip. "We couldn't do anything to stop it, even if we were there they would have—"

"Shhh…" Lovino took Feliciano and smiled softly, "I know I know, I just—I just want to protect you. It was Grandpa Rome's wish, and I will do everything in my power to protect you."

"I don't need protecting," Feliciano said quickly, "I'm a man now, I don't need a protector, what I need is my brother."

"And I'll be here for you."

"So stop complaining about Grandpa Rome's taste and enjoy this little he left for us." Feliciano smiled at his brother, "And stop blaming him for dying…"

"I don't blame him—"

"I saw it your eyes when you read that letter, fratello, it's not his fault."

Lovino sighed looking down at his hand and nodded slowly, "I know…" He looked up at his brother a small smile flashing on his face. "We should unpack now."

The sky roared as a bright light covered the Italian hills; big fat raindrops fell to the fertile soil. A small child was lying on the dark wooden floor of the cabin. His dark brown hair stained with a crimson liquid, his small taned face covered with the same crimson liquid, just as his clothes.

The small child stood from the floor, walking to Feliciano who stood in front of the small child. Shadows covered his small face, but his eyes glowed with a bright purple color.

"W-who are you?" Feliciano backed away, unable to see the child's face.

"Don't you recognize me?" The small child giggle, but it didn't sound like a giggle to Feliciano. It sounded more like a snicker, a taunt, and a really scary evil laugh.

"Am I dreaming? What is this? Where are we?" Feliciano's head was flooded with questions, but all he could do right now was stare down at the small child in front of him. There was something about him that made Feliciano feel uneasy, scared, angry, and something he hadn't felt in a long time—since the death of Lucius, safe.

"I presume you don't know me, and I know that you have to idea who I am or why you are here." The small child did a small motion with his hand and a chair from across the floor appeared behind Feliciano and an invisible force pushed down the Italian in to it. "I won't tell you who I am or why I'm here, but I will tell you that I am here to help you."

"Help me? Help me how?" Feliciano began to stand but he was pushed down once again.

"Shhh, don't say nothing." The child smiled climbing to Feliciano's lap, keeping his head down so the Italia could not look at him he placed his small blood tainted hand over Feliciano's and sighed. "Just remember me."

"What—?" Italian man from ending his sentence by a cold and sharp feeling in his chest; he looked down at the knife the small child had stabbed him with. The child's laugh began to ring in Feliciano's ears; the knife inside of him burned and he could feel the life draining away from him.

The young Italian sat up from his seat covered in cold sweat and tears running down his cheeks. He was panting, trying to get the oxygen into his lungs with his heartbeats hard against his rib cage. His eyes darted around the room, he was still in the room he sheared with Lovino, sky outside was still dark and he could hear the faint sound of the waves whenever they hit the boat.

"Just a dream…" He sighed pulling his knees up and resting his elbows on them while gripping the sides of his face with both hands. "It was just a dream." The knife! He looked down at his chest were the blood covered boy had stabbed him, but nothing was there, not a single scratch.

"Veneziano, what are you doing?" Lovino asked, he was lying next to him in the bed. Feliciano flinched slightly at the sound of his old nickname that Lovino use to call him by when they still had their parents.

"N-nothing. Just need fresh air." The Italian replied standing up to pick up his pair of pants and a shirt, he threw them on before Lovino could say something else.

He though there would be no people awake at this time of the night but to Feliciano's surprise the deck of the boat occupied by a few people by the railings on the side. He sighed, he wanted quiet and he would not find it here with these people here. So he headed to the end of the boat, it took his five minutes just to get to the end. He sighed resting his hands on the cold white railing and leaned forward looking down at the waves that the boat made. He looked up to the horizon and bit his lip.

"Somewhere over there…" Feliciano bit his lower lip, "… I already miss Italy."

He spent two hours just staring at the horizon and watching the sky turn from a dark blue to a soft blue, signaling that the sun was finally going to come out. Feliciano sat on the wooden floor that covered the deck, his hands rested on his side and his legs crossed in front of him; somehow, this reminded him of home back in Italy with Lovino and Grandpa Rome. He bit his lip, memories of their time together came back flooding back to him. He blinked quickly, trying to stop the tears from coming. He stood up, failing at stopping the tears, and rested his elbows on the railing again. The feeling of needles softly poking at his legs sent a shiver up his spine as he wiped away the tears.

"Mi manchi nonno." The Italian whispered looking at the sun slowly emerging from the water, making the sky turn a softer shade of blue.

"Do we really have to attend to this party?" Lovino whined for the 10th time in the last two minutes. He sat on the edge of the oversized bed butting up his white dress shirt while looking at Feliciano pace the room trying to find his blue coat.

"Of course!" He beamed with a bright smile on his face, "We agreed to take advantage and have fun while we are here. You know this might be the last time that we might enjoy something like this." He opened one of the forgotten suitcases from the corner of the room and retrieved his blue navy coat. He smiled and put it on looking over at Lovino who was no were close to being read.

"I still don't think we should go… I mean, sí, we are in first class but we don't belong here." Lovino sighed throwing the black shoe to the bed, "Inferno, I don't even know how to act or eat fancy! I'm not one of them."

Feliciano smiled and walked to him placing his hands on his shoulders, "Just follow my lead, we will just have dinner and maybe converse with a few people and when you say so we will come back to our room."

Lovino eyes him for a while, he was hungry and he hadn't had a conversation or any fun with other people for a while, this might be just a tad fun. "Fine, but you have to show me how to use all those forks and merda they use."

Feliciano laughed nodding his head, "Just do what I do."

I took Feliciano half an hour to find the rest of Lovino's black suit, because according to Lovino he did not need that kind of clothing. When they finally got him in the suit they traveled to the second floor where the dinner for the first class passengers was happening. They had been seated with a bunch of "fancy bastards" as Lovino had called it and began eating Italian food.

Lovino was too concentrated on the food and how to eat in front of these "fancy bastards" to notice the two women across him stare and giggle at him. Feliciano, in the other hand, was too busy talking to notice Lovino sneaking some of his own food to his plate.

By the time they had moved to desert Lovino was conversing with the two women with four glasses of wine next to him and Feliciano was only looking at him flirt drunkly. He was amazed how the two women seemed fine with it, and were actually enjoy it. It took Feliciano half an hour for him to notice that they wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, and he though that Lovino would be the first to want to leave. But he wasn't.

"Brother, I'll be outside." Feliciano said into Lovino's ear and he got up and in response he only got a grunt and went back to the two women in front of him.

Feliciano made his way out the wooden double doors to the deck. He sighed softly shivering slightly at the night's sharp coolness. The deck was had less people than the last time he had visited during at night but the sound of the people here still bothered him. He made his way to the end of the boat like last time but to his surprise there was a small gathering of people already there. Damn it, why can't I get some peace? He turned on his heels and continued to wonder the boat's deck.

An hour passed by and he was still wondering about, his mind blank and his body shivering from the increasing cold.

"I need some hard liquor…" He grumbled hugging his blue coat closer to his body. He began walking to the other end of the beat for the fifth time in an hour. He passed a few of teens that had old and dirty clothes on, their hair were a mess and had no shoes on. He looked at them with an arched eyebrow.

"Si, I know we could sneak into the party and have some beer. They said it's a German party but everyone is invited, except for kids." One of the girls said leaning closer to her friends.

"Okay, fine. We'll go but where is it?"

"Just follow me." The girl smiled brightly and raced to the opposite side of the boat.

"German? Beer?" Feliciano blinked when they were gone. "I need some of that." He beamed following the group of kids. He followed them down a flight of stairs and down a grey and dark corridor.

"Hey!" Feliciano called when he saw one the boys run into a door. "Wait up!"

"We are busted!" He heard one of them say.

"Shut up! Hide!" One of them, probably the girl, said. He heard shuffling and a few things falling before he pushed the door open.

"Look, I won't tell no one… I just want to go to the party." Feliciano said looking around the dark room. He could hear the kids' heavy breathing. "I swear I won't tell anyone!"

"But why would you want to sneak in when you can just go, it's an open invitation!" One of them said loudly enough for him to hear.

"Ve~ Because it would be fun~!" He giggled walking to the source of the voice and moved a large box to the side and smiled down at the small brunette girl. "I won't tell anyone."

"Okay, fine." She replied bringing her fingers to her mouth and whistled, signaling her other friends to come out of hiding. Three other kids came out from behind the boxes, most of them looked 14 or 15 but the leader of them looked to be about 17. "I guess I'll tell you the plan."

Feliciano looked from the right to the left making sure that no one was coming, and no one was. He raised his hand and waved it, soon the four teens came running from behind him and ran to the next corridor soon followed by the small Italian man. After a series of sneaking in the bottom halls of the boat and hiding in storages rooms and whenever a person was heard a few feet away they made their way to the small rooms to hide in. It was fun Feliciano was surely enjoying himself. He had forgot the dream in the morning and Romano's foul mood. Romano, Feliciano was hoping he wasn't looking for him or worried. Well, Romano was drunk and flirting with to pretty women. Maybe he wouldn't notice.

"No one is guarding the kitchen, come one! Hurry up!" He heard the leader say. Feliciano and the others quickly sneaked into the kitchen filled with chefs too busy to notice a bunch of teens and an adult sneak past them to the loud party on the other side of the room. The girl pushed the metallic door open and instantly they were surrounded by traditional music, the smell of beer and laughter.

Feliciano turned to congratulate the teens but they were already gone, probably to find alcohol. Feliciano had the same goal as him and he began to wonder around the crowds of drunken people, he also began to notice their attire; they wore casual clothes, and the more he looked at them the more he looked out of place. He sighed, he felt like they would just pick him out the crowd and make fun of him. But at this moment he couldn't give a damn, he needed the beer. Oh, that sweet alcohol running through his body.

After a few minutes of wondering around he found the bar. He got beer, and after few minutes he was drunk. Then, after a few minutes he began talking to the people next to him. He talked about Italy, his brother, his family, his house, his art, and his family. He didn't care whom he talked to. He just wanted to get out all of these bottled up emotions out of him, and the alcohol gave him courage. Or was it that fact that he might not remember this in the morning?

Feliciano took the fifth bottle of beer from the bar and clumsily made his way out of the commotion to the hall were people stood, sat and laid all around murmuring to them selves. He was ignored by some and was shot glares by other but he simple passed them sipping the beer bottle. He made his way to one of the halls that was on the sides of the boat, and was open. He stumbled to the railing as he finished the bottle and threw it to the black sea watching it fall until it was no longer seen.

"This won't help numb the pain." Feliciano's head snapped to the right as he watched the small boy from his dream sat perfectly balanced on the railing. His blood-covered clothes were gone and replaced by black tuxedo and a bright blue coat just like Feliciano's. His face was still covered with shadows but those purple eyes still shone brightly in the dark.

"W-what?" The Italian looked at the boy. "You're not real!"

"Oh, I'm very much real." Feliciano could hear the sinister smile on the boy's words.

"No." The adult responded chuckling shaking his head, "I'm drunk and I'm seeing things, it's that and nothing more."

The little boy giggled standing on the railing, still perfectly balanced, and walked to Feliciano's direction. The Italian made no sign to move, it was only his mind playing tricks on him, it was the alcohol on his veins, and the grief in his heart.

"Look, my dear Feli," the boy said placing a tanned hand under his chin and lift it up so they could face each other. Feliciano was surprise on how real the touch felt but he simply ignored that and looked at the glowing purple eyes. "I'm here for you. I am you." He laughed. "Hell, I enjoy pasta as much as you do~!" The small boy grinned taking Feliciano's hands in his own. "I want the best for you."

"Then get out of here." Feliciano replied bitterly.

"Just remember I'll always be here for you." He said before jumping off the railing, bringing the drunken Italian down with him.

A/N: Reviews mean love to me and that means I get inspire to write more because you guys like it. And you know what that means? It means I get to write faster and post the chapters sooner~! Then you guys read then review, I get inspire and write and post chapters and ect... Perfect cycle! So review! Italy will get delicious pasta~! :3