Hey! Today is the 3rd anniversary of my presence on this website, and to celebrate I'm updating everything! Sorry I'd abandoned this story for so long. I went back and edited the last chapter, this time leaving Italy as an adult just so there can be more drama with the fact that Germany is HRE.
I do not own Hetalia.
England stared at them all suspiciously, reaching a hand up to rest on the bow and his quiver full of arrows. His toxic green gaze flitted over them all for a face he remembered, and his gaze rested on France. His face adopted an expression of great dislike. "Ugh. You."
America started to laugh but France sighed exasperatively. "So we're back to this, mon petit lapin? It never changes with you."
England ignored the laughing America and stood up, approaching France cautiously. "You changed. You got old." At this, America laughed even harder and France took offense, but before he could retaliate England lost interest in him and wandered off to explore. He bumped into Prussia, who was running aroud excitedly and managing to greatly annoy Austria.
"Get back here, Prussia! You're going to get hurt!" Austria scolded. Prussia seemed to take great amusement in Austria's annoyance and he laughed obnoxiously until he ran face first into Hungary's shins. Hungary picked him up and held him tightly in her arms, not allowing for further mischief.
Italy stayed in his position on the floor even as Germany set his eyes on him and stood up to come closer. He peered up at him with shockingly blue eyes, a look of puzzlement on his painfully familiar face. "Holy Rome..." Italy said again, still not wanting to believe it. All those many centuries ago when he thought Holy Rome had died, he had really just been reborn as Germany?
"You look like my Italy."
Those were the first words to leave Germany's mouth. Those were the words that shattered Italy's heart.
"Holy Rome!" Italy started to cry and he hugged the little German tightly to his chest. He'd been with him all this time? He just couldn't remember him. Somehow, that was worse than him being truly gone.
Germany struggled, not understanding the situation at all. "Let go of me!"
Prussia's head shot up in alarm and he began to fight Hungary's grasp on him. "Put me down, my little brother's in danger!" Prussia shrieked, breaking free and falling to the floor. He landed on his feet and dashed over to Italy, kicking him in the shin to force him to release Germany. Italy was more startled than hurt, but he still cried even harder. Romano stepped in here, guiding his brother away by the shoulder. He always knew that the potato bastard would just end up bringing his brother pain, and here was his proof.
Prussia stood protectively in front of Germany, and though Germany looked faintly annoyed at being babied like this he made no move to protest. He recognized Austria and Hungary. He was also surprised to see his brother small again because the last time he had seen him, he had been a lot older, but he decided not to question it with all the other weird things going on. Surely the fact that they had been somehow teleported to this strange place with strange people who acted like they knew them was their biggest concern.
Germany tugged on Prussia's sleeve, pulling him over to where Austria and Hungary stood. Prussia followed reluctantly, vaguely recognizing them but not sure how they had suddenly grown up. The room was silent, everyone's eyes on them. It was quite nerve wracking, being stared at by so many strangers.
America jolted with a sudden realization and looked around. He couldn't see him anywhere. "Hey, where did England go?"
Yeah, the chapters in this fic will be freakishly short. I'm almost ashamed.
Eh, should I start to refer to Germany as Holy Rome? I feel like it'll start to get confusing since everyone else will be calling him Holy Rome but he would still be referred to as Germany. Idk, just tell me what you think.
