Hello everyone! Now if this is familiar to anyone, that is because it comes from my tumblr and I decided to post any stories I make on there onto . This will be labeled as a main story drabble. I'm now going to label each story with a certain universe. That's all for now.

~Disclaimer~ I don not own Hetalia

Summary: War gives pain to nations and humans alike. Luciano knows this well. He also knows his life is irrelevant.

Word Count: 1,307

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of? War mentioning?

Title: Life in Pain ( Main Universe )

Luciano winced in pain as his tail curled around his waist. War was painful for anyone and he had hoped that the nations had long ago realized that he was not to be messed with.

Though his nation was very small, smaller than Luxembourg, he loved everyone that decided he was worth their time. The people living in his country were kind and generous to one another, though crime still liked to rear its ugly head every now and then. His population was a mere 250,00 but he loved each and every one of them. Whether they were a lawyer or a criminal, they all supported his life even if they did not know it.

He may resent his brother- he took over almost all of Italy besides the very small portion he had- but he could respect the way he treated his citizens. Armmano's standards were somewhat high, unlike Luciano's. His country mostly relied on manufacturing and exporting them to the major countries like his brother, France, the up and coming Germany, and Russia. Since his people did so much, Luciano tried to give back as much as possible. His magic helped ones that were in a hospital. Beautiful jewelry was created at the tip of his fingertips and given to the young boys and girls that wanted such treasures. He never had the heart to turn down his children.

This was not a big war by any means. In fact, many would consider it more as a series of small battles. But he was a small nation, so he couldn't exactly send out many troops. Some men volunteered to fight for him, but he only accepted the few he knew really wished to fight. They fought alongside him, saw his knives smeared in blood. Saw his eyes sharpen and wings expand as he saved his soldiers. One soldier told him that he was honored to fight beside such a powerful being. Though flattered, he tried to explain that he did not think of himself as powerful or holy. He was merely a nation. Someone who's life was held in the human's hands. The soldier, of course, knew this but refused to think Luciano was weak. It was a nice surprise to be reassured that he was not weak like everyone called him throughout his long, long life. Giovanni was the soldier's name and he never forgot it. Not even two hundreds years later.

Luciano won that war, but with heavy costs. Hundreds of thousands of lives were lost during the fighting. This wasn't too bad of a number for any other nation, but to him it was a hit in the stomach. His muscles and bones ached more as life went on. His tail wasn't as luscious as it once was. Black wings with red and purple drooped and held no shine. Sometimes Luciano wondered if he was dying.

He couldn't bother his only friend Oliver, or England. The English nation had his hands full with America at the moment with the revolution. So Luciano had to toughen through his pain and hope his children can endure it like he was.

"Excuse me Mr. Luciano. Are you alright?" A small girl no more than six years old asked. Heterochromic eyes stared at the girl who was holding his hand. Ah. He forgot. He had gotten rid of his house long ago and lived on the streets. His people needed the necessities more than him. He could survive on the streets. They couldn't. It also seemed his memories had prevented him from hiding in an alley for the night. And now a little girl was worried about him.

"Oh no little one. I'm alright. I just have a little cramp." More like a huge cramp. "Where are your parents little one?" The girl smiled and reached out a hand towards his tail. "They said to keep you company while they go get something. Can I pet your tail?" Sighing and rolling his eyes, but with a smile on his face, he nodded. A squeal slipped past her lips as she happily pet the scaly, yet fuzzy appendage. Luciano felt some pain from the touch- after all, his country was just in a war and he was trying to recover- but he would not deny anyone their happiness. Even if it caused pain for him. "Mommy said that you take care of all of us. Is that true?" The girl continued with her gentle touch as she slowly sat down.

He smiled at her warmly. "Yes. I protect this country and would lay down my life to make sure every one of you is cared for and safe." She giggled as Luciano sat with her.

"Angela!" Luciano looked up from the girl as a woman and man ran towards them. It didn't take a genius to figure out they were the girls parents. "Thanks for looking out for her Mr. Luciano. We saw you here all by yourself and we thought Angela could keep you company while we ran and got you something." Head tilted to the side in confusion as he tried to figure out why someone would do that.

The husband stepped forward with something in his hands. Curious, a trait he learned in the future he got from his counterpart, he scooted forward with the girl now squealing and hugging his tail. The man kneeled down and held out the offering.

It was grapes.

Such a small thing to some, but to Luciano, it meant everything. With his country being poor right now, not many people had the resources to spare. So someone giving grapes to anyone, even him a country, was so selfless.

He let his wings unfold and the claws extended to reach for the grapes. The man handed the nation the vine of grapes. The claws handled the fruit with delicacy and brought them to his chest. "Thank you." The couple smiled and hugged him gently. "It is no trouble at all. You are our nation, our country. Your people- including us- would happily help you when you are hurting. Without you, we are no one. We need you just as much as you need us."

They stood up slowly, the husband grabbing his child and carrying her in his arms, with a smile before the couple realized the sun had set. And it got dangerous after dark. Giving a final goodbye to the nation, the couple sped walked down the sidewalk before turning a corner and disappearing.

Luciano let his clawed wings scoot him back into the alley he was in front of. His body landed a soft, blue, warn down blanket made of America's imported cotton. He lied on his stomach and curled up, letting his wings cover him like a thick blanket and curling his tail around his lithe form. The grapes the couple gave him were laid in front of his face; his arm came out from under his body and grabbed a single grape from the vine before snapping it from the twig.

The green grape was mushy in his hands, meaning they weren't the freshest, but he couldn't really complain. He hadn't eaten in weeks so the feeling of the grape's juices exploding in his mouth was amazing. Purring in contentment, he let his body swallow the grape with little chewing before grabbing another and swallowing it.

Drowsiness poked his mind as the last grape slid down his throat. A small smile graced his lips, with some of his sharp teeth showing. Magenta eyes laced with orange/brown disappeared behind tan eyelids. His mind wandered to today's events. The humans were kind. They kept him company for a short time and have him precious resources. But come tomorrow, he knew his country would be just like it has been for so long.

Poor, unwanted, unloved, miserable.

And we are done! The first request I have gotten is being worked on as we speak. So do not fret. Hopefully it will be posted soon. See everyone soon.