OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVELY REVIEWS! And I am soooo sorry I didn't update sooner TT_TT I was in the middle of a move and I already had that chapter finished, then we found out the computer doesn't like to travel, and it was just very hectic, SO HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER I HOPE YOU LOVE IT AS MUCH AS THE FIRST :D
I don't own hetalia, if I did… PRUMANO ALL THE WAY
Numbness. That was all Romano felt as he lay on his grandfather's couch. He could hear his brother and grandfather talking about him, but he didn't care. Usually he would have said 'IF YOUR GONNA TALK ABOUT ME DO IT TO MY FACE'. But again it didn't matter right now. All he cared about was the unbearable pain that had lodged itself in his chest. 'What the fuck' he thought to himself. Sure he got sick sometimes but never like this. Suddenly he felt a warm hand rest on his forehead. He looked up, looking into a mirror of his own face.
"f-feli" he managed to choke out, feeling undeniably weak, but, again he didn't care right now. Right now was the time to be honest. "I-I'm scared" he managed to choke out. Every word felt like sandpaper on his throat. His brother looked like he was ready to cry.
"I know Fratello, I am too" Romano's twin said, choking back sobs of his own. "I know it hurts right now, but me, and grandpa Rome are here to take care of you" he said. Romano noticed his bottom lip starting to quiver as he brushed the hair out of his face. To Romano, it felt like the inside of his lungs were being torn apart, but watching his brother try to stay strong for him, made him feel proud.
"I *cough* I'll be fine Veniciano" he said, a hint of a smile slipping onto his face. He pulled his brother's face closer to his. "It's just a cough, you don't have to worry so much" he said. At that moment, the dam that had been holding back North Italy's tears broke. He held his brother close to him, crying into the blanket he had wrapped around him.
"I-it j-ju-just hurts so m-m-much to see you so weak Fratello" Italy stuttered out. Romano felt himself rubbing circles in his brothers back. The whole time he thought he was the only one hurting, but that was just conceited of him. Sure sometimes he thought of himself as a failure. But in the back of his mind, he knew he had people that loved him. People that cared enough to take him to their grandfathers while, technically he was supposed to be in a world meeting. That was his brother. His idiot Fratello. He didn't know why he just realized this now. Maybe it was because of the pain he was in. it had made him soft.
At Grandpa romes home, romano clung to Italy desperately. He had gone into another coughing fit, this one stronger than all the other ones. Italy held his brother close, hoping and praying to god that he would get better. Italy looked at Romano's face. he was pale. His olive skin had been painted a sickly greenish white. His fever was raging. But the worst thing was, the fear in the older Italian's eyes. He looked scared, scared and desperately trying to stop the pain by clinging to his brother. It was pitiful.
Romano's throat hurt. That's all he could think about right now. He wanted the pain to stop. He knew it wouldn't, but he still wished desperately for his lungs to clear and his throat to stop burning.
He knew the meeting in Rome must be over by now. His suspicions were confirmed when an over excited Spaniard threw the door open.
"Romano~ Dios mio! Why did you not say you were feeling sick~" he said as he walked in. he could hear Romano coughing. Spain peeked his head into the living room. The scene in front of him made his heart break a little. He walked in, gently tapping on the door as he entered to announce his arrival. By this time, Romano had passed out again, but Italy still held his twin close. "He's not doing well is he" he usually cheerful Spaniard said, putting his hand on the younger twins shoulder. Italy shook his head, slowly.
"I'm scared Spain" he said quietly. "I'm scared Fratello won't be strong enough" this nearly broke the older man's heart. He sat on the other end of the couch, stroking Romano's hair gently. He managed a sad chuckle.
"Feli, you should have more faith in your brother" he said, even though, he too looked on the verge of tears. Italy nodded, brushing his brothers hair out of his face. He closed his eyes, and a lone tear rolled down his face. 'Please Fratello' he mentally pleaded his brother. 'Please, get through this. I can't do this without you'.
Romano groaned in his sleep. He didn't want to face another one of those horrific dreams, even though he knew very well one could not simply control what he or she dreamed about. But he still could hope right? Right? Just as he let his mind thought process go in another direction, he slipped into another horrid nightmare.
People weren't even running anymore. Just got on their knee's and prayed that god would accept them into heaven. This made Romano's normally hot head flare up. Were his people really that hopeless? He tried to go and tell them to run, but it was like he was glued in his spot. This was cruel. His brain always made him watch this. Watch the hope of the people of Pompeii Italy slowly lose all hope of survival.
(A.N) WHOOO FINALLY. And like I said before, I am BEYOND sorry it took so long to write. TT_TT. I'm not gonna be a douche and go beg for reviews again, but they would be highly appreciated :D. I will probably start on Chapter 3 next week. Unfortunately this story is gonna update fairly slowly ;A;. I'm in High School now, so that means PILES of Homework ^^" BUT I will update again as soon as I get a chance :D
And if you wanna listen to a song to set the mood, There For You by Flyleaf is excellent ^^.