Title: Kyoku no Italia

Alt. Title: Song of Italy

Fandom: Hetalia, story line inspired by Song Summoner

Genre: Adventure

Pairings: N/A at moment

Summary:

Five years ago, Feliciano lost his brother, Lovino. After being trained by a kind man to use the power of music, Feliciano is ready to find his brother, and perhaps make some new friends along the way.

A/N: I don't own Hetalia or Song Summoner.

Angie and her mother are portrayed by Mei/Taiwan and Yao/China. Unnamed teen is portrayed by himself.

Warnings: OOC characters; Snapped!Italy (or at least a violent one.) Also, crappy fight scene.

Act Two

Feliciano was considering going back and resting a night after all. He had been walking for hours, and he still hadn't reached Oppenheimer. There was no sign of the town, either, and a quick search in his bag showed that Augustus had forgotten to give him anything he could eat on the run- there was uncooked pasta, and the raw ingredients to make the sauce, but none of it was good to eat raw. Well, there were tomatoes, but unlike his brother, Feliciano preferred making them into a sauce first instead of eating them plain, and if he ate them now, he wouldn't have enough tomatoes to make the sauce for his pasta. A small smile graced his face as he imagined his brother standing before him now, his headset over his ears but not worn properly as their favorite Italian songs played loud enough for Feliciano to hear from his position several feet away; Lovino was telling Feliciano to forget about having enough tomatoes for the sauce, they could buy some more later, and that if they were hungry now they might as well eat the tomatoes.

The idea made Feliciano frown again. "Lovi…" He whispered as he trekked on. "Let's see each other again soon…" He looked up and saw a building- it must be Oppenheimer! He grinned wildly and dashed towards it, careful not to accidentally drop something in his pack. He skidded to a stop as he saw that it was a single building, with no decorations of any sort; the only things in the ground around it were six small pillars of stone. Feliciano unconsciously shuddered- were they graves…?

Feliciano barely noticed the Mechanical Militiamen that were standing there. They were ugly metal things, with a lower body that resembled a spider's, claws for arms, and a completely flat face. There were a few of them, but there could be more in that building, Feliciano couldn't be sure.

"BZZT! HUMANS! ALERT! ALERT!" One of them screamed, alerting Feliciano of their presence. He gritted his teeth, growling softly.

"You stupid tin cans!" He yelled out angrily, hand going to the blade at his waist, rage coming over him. "Where's Lovino?"

If the Militiamen knew what Feliciano was talking about, they didn't care. "BZZT! SYNTAX ERROR." One said, telling Feliciano that they didn't know the answer after all.

"BZZT! HAND OVER THE DESERTER." Another called.

Feliciano hesitated for a second- Deserter…? "What are you talking about?" Who was this "Deserter"?

"BZZT! YOU ARE A SUSPECT. YOU WILL COME WITH US." The first ordered. They began to move towards Feliciano. He flinched, beginning to reach for his blade, not even realizing that he had grabbed a wooden spoon instead.

"Sounds like you're a bit broken, ve," Feliciano said with a teasing smile as he dropped his bag on the ground, as well as the belt that held his blade, thinking it was only a spoon on it left. "Don't worry, I've got some music to fix you right up." He charged towards the closest Militiaman, aiming to slice its head right off, alarmed when what he held in his hand was stopped at the neck of the robot instead of going through. "W-what?" The Militiaman seemed unfazed by Feliciano's dilemma as he realized that he hadn't grabbed his blade after all- but merely the wooden spoon he used for stirring pasta.

Well then. Wasn't that lovely? Feliciano scowled as he blocked one of the Militiaman's claws with his spoon, grabbing the other with his free hand. He glanced back over his shoulder to where his blade lay as he struggled to keep the Militiaman's claws away from any vital points on his body.

No good, Feliciano thought as he swiftly kneed the Militiaman in its torso, knocking it back into another. No time to get the blade… Trusty Spoon, don't fail me now!

With a loud cry, Feliciano ran towards the group of Militiamen once again. He'd have to muster his strength if he'd want to be able to destroy the Militiamen with his bare hands- and a wooden spoon. He imagined his brother fighting alongside him, beating the Militiamen with his bare hands, laughing and telling Feliciano he needed to fight more often and get stronger- he'd never be able to beat the tin cans if his arms were made of pasta. Feliciano let out a strange sound that was supposed to be a laugh: arms of pasta, that sounded exactly like something Lovino would say.

"Give me back my brother!" Feliciano screamed, stabbing a Militiaman through with his wooden spoon using strength he never knew he had, before hitting another in its faceplate, leaving an awful dent on it as it crumpled to the ground. Electric cackles, followed by small explosions Feliciano didn't bother dodging- two enemies down. "Where is he? Give him back!" Feliciano continued yelling as he cut through the group of Militiamen- his fist bled as he punched hard enough to break their metal skin, his wooden spoon splintering as he stabbed it through another Militiaman…

Feliciano had snapped.

How? So quickly, so easily… A simple image of his brother calling him weak- that was what caused him to break? Would this happen again if he found out his brother was… dead?

Feliciano wished he knew as his bloody fists broke through the final Militiaman's torso, punching it several more times despite the battle being long over.

Pull back. Punch through. Pull back. Punch through…

"BZZT! ERROR! ERROR… BEATEN BY A… HUMAN…? ERRORRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrr…" The Militiaman's voice warped and distorted before dying down.

There was no longer a reason to keep fighting.

So why was Feliciano still angry? The tin cans that served the one who stole his brother were destroyed. There was no longer a reason for him to keep fighting at the moment- he should be continuing to Oppenheimer.

Pull back. Punch through. Pull back. Punch through. Pull back-

"I thought that you were supposed to be the sane one."

That voice. Feliciano froze as he heard it- he recognized it. Who was it? Why was it important? He didn't even flinch when the robot he was punching so intensely moments before exploded, burning his skin slightly.

"I can't do this all the time, you know. Remember what you told me? 'You need to control your anger,' you said. I can help you with that, but I won't be able to do it always." A hand placed itself on Feliciano's head, ruffling up his hair. "Calm down. You know you've strong now- you've been training for the past five years, remember?" A chuckle from the stranger; Feliciano felt his eyes water as he remembered who owned the voice. "Bandage yourself up, okay? Get to Oppenheimer, ASAP. I can't wait forever, you know." The weight was lifted up from Feliciano's head.

Feliciano turned sharply, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. "Lovi!" He cried out, wanting to see his older brother right there, smiling. He didn't want to go on this quest anymore. Not if it meant having to fight so much and losing who he was. Feliciano was supposed to be the one who didn't care about anything but pasta and parties and having fun- he wasn't supposed to be fighting. All he wanted was to have his brother back, and tackle him and yell at him for leaving him almost completely alone for so long and cry into his shoulders and hug him tightly and promise that he'd never ever ever let go of him again and- and-!

Feliciano's heart fell. No one was there. There was no trace of the voice- his brother, his dear, dear brother- or anything that suggested someone other than himself and the Militiamen had ever been there.

He let himself cry. He felt he deserved the break, for once. Ever since his brother had disappeared, he had never let himself actually cry- he'd come close, sure, but he avoided letting even a single tear fall.

The teen stood slowly as he wiped his eyes dry with his sleeve, grabbing his belongings from where he had dropped them. "I guess I should go to Oppenheimer then…" He muttered, tearing an extra shirt into bandages for his hands. "Lovino… You better come back soon…"

Meanwhile...

"And so I sing to you, The Song of the Unsung. Through the bright, starry night… From afar they have come," A young teenage girl hummed, sitting on top of a brick wall. She wore a pink knee-length dress that went along with her red flower in her brown hair, one that she had picked herself from her father's small garden. She hoped he wouldn't mind this time, or at least forget his promise to hit her with his wok if she continued to disobey- though that punishment was sort of her fault, seeing how she always talked back at her father. She still loved him, honestly, but she couldn't help herself.

"Mei!" Speak of the Devil. Her father was now standing at the base of the wall, arms crossed in his over sized sleeves of his red shirt. Mei sighed in relief when she didn't see the cooking pan in his hands. "I told you not to sit up there, aru! You could fall, aru!" He called up at his daughter.

Mei frowned, but hopped down, taking care to keep her skirt from flipping up. "Sorry, Father… I was singing, and the view is amazing up there," Mei exclaimed, talking quickly. "You should come up there one time, Father! You can see outside!" She opened her mouth, but was cut off by a sudden hug from her father. "…Father?"

"Mei, don't give me scares, aru. I don't want you to hurt yourself- after your mother died, and my brother left for Metropolis… you're the only family I have left, aru." Her father said softly in her ear. "Don't do anything that could get yourself killed, all right, Mei?"

The girl was alarmed by her father's words, but hugged him back. "I won't, Father." They let go after a moment, both smiling brightly. "Father?" He looked at her questioningly, but let her continue. "What's today's dinner?"

He smiled, shaking his head slightly as he placed a hand on her shoulder and lead them back to their house. "It's tonight's dinner, Mei. It wouldn't be dinner if we ate it during the day, would it, aru?" He laughed, then saw the flower in Mei's hair. "Mei… That's not one of my flowers, is it, aru?"

"W-what? No! It's not!" Mei lied.

"Good. I'd hate to dent my new wok, aru." Mei gulped.

Feliciano entered the town, gripping onto the handle of his blade tightly- if it turned out that Oppenheimer had been taken over by more Militiamen, this time he wouldn't grab the spoon!

He looked around Oppenheimer cautiously. No sign of the tin cans that took his brother, thankfully, but he didn't let go of his blade, just relaxed his grip slightly. He glanced at his bandaged hands- he had torn up a piece of white cloth to make them- and idly wondered if they sold some ointment in this town. Though the town seemed to be a lot less like a city than he had imagined, there must be some place to get medicine- he'd probably need a lot on his journey.

"You just come in from out of town?" A voice interrupted him from his musings. Feliciano turned and saw a teenager with messy black hair and a denim jacket standing behind him, his hands in his jeans pockets. He seemed a bit wary of the Italian.

Not seeing why he shouldn't answer, Feliciano nodded, smiling. "Yup! I came from the mansion past Epitaph, ve."

The teen blinked, staring at Feliciano in disbelief. "The Militiamen didn't stop you at Epitaph?"

Feliciano's brows furrowed in confusion at the question. "No, they slowed me down a little, but they didn't stop me." He explained.

"You fought the Mechanical Militiamen and won? I didn't think that was possible!" The teen exclaimed. He stared at Feliciano in awe- Feliciano didn't understand. Wasn't it simple to beat the Militiamen?

"It was nothing," Feliciano assured the teen. "But I didn't come here to brag, ve… I'm looking for someone- a person named 'Music Score.' Have you heard of him?" He hoped that the Superstar was still in Oppenheimer. It would suck if he weren't there…

The teen shook his head sadly. "Everyone here knows about Music Score… but not where to find him." He continued when Feliciano looked at him questioningly. "He started a resistance movement to protect us. It was pretty impressive- he had everyone who could fight in it, and everyone was glad. No one backed down while under his lead. We managed to keep the Militiamen at bay, but then…" The teen sighed. "He up and vanished one day. Without Music Score, the resistance lost its nerve and disbanded, leaving the city defenseless, and you can see how bad it's gotten." He looked around thoughtfully. "We all think it's near the end for Oppenheimer… but with the Militiamen, we can't go somewhere else…"

"Music Score is gone…?" Feliciano repeated, softly. He shook his head slightly- he'd find the Superstar soon enough. "Do you know about a Deserter?" He changed the subject, not wanting to muse on the subject of Oppenheimer's end.

The teen looked back at Feliciano. "The Deserter… It's a Mechanical Militiaman that defected. It's been holed up in the Hyacinth House outside of town, and Full House, the Stargazer who rules the region, sent Militiamen after him. He's the reason why there's Militiamen everywhere." He explained. "They're trying to recapture the Deserter and fix it."

Full House… That's a familiar name. Feliciano thought, before heading towards the direction of the Hyacinth House. "Thanks for pointing me in the right direction!" He smiled as he waved farewell.

"You're not seriously going back out there, are you? It's suicide!" The teen called after him, standing there in shock.

Feliciano sent him another reassuring smile. "Don't worry about me- they'll be the ones who'll have to face the music." He dashed towards the Hyacinth House. The faster he found Music Score, the better.