Hi guys! Its me again. I like the the story is forming so here is another chapter!

I don't own Hetalia!

Romano woke up rather violently in the morning after Italy was shipped off from Germany. Falling off the bed, arms flailing he landed on is ass. His hair all messy, boxers still on his hips, shirt pulled off and on the ground. Sighing in annoyance he pulled it on. Then he heard the ungodly sound that had woken him up.

Knock

Knock

Growling he stomped downstairs to the front door where a German stood with a package. The Italian had had a terrible time without his brother and it clearly showed on his face. Italy had been gone for weeks, captured by a German bastard. Romano missed his brother dearly, and that's why he was so pissed. He had promised to protect his brother's heart, so that meant the rest of him for any type of harm. Southern Italy had enjoyed the centuries of being showered with the northern part of his heart, he wasn't used to coming home and Italy not being there with some type of pasta or pizza.

He loved his brother. Some would say too much, as to an unhealthy extent. But Romano could help himself, he had rarely had ever gotten the love he had so desperately wanted from others and it felt good to receive such attention. Even Spain wanted Italy more than him, he was never loved by anyone other than Italy so he wasn't going to let the sunshine of his life go.

Opening the door roughly the German asked him," Are you the leader of this country?" To say he was surprised was an understatement, he was shocked. Why was a German soldier asking if he was the leader of his country? So to protect his boss he said yes. Nodding, the man had given the box to Romano. With a good luck he was off.

Well that was fucking surprising. Why did he wish him good fucking luck? Carrying the heavy box to the living room he opened it warily. After all these years he was suspicious of Germans. Shrugging off that thought he opened it to see a shocking sight.

There he was, the person Romano missed most of all in the world, curled in a ball was the unconscious man Italy. Tears fell down the older's face as he stared at him. His brother was back where he belonged, with him. Carefully picking up his brother in his arms Romano walked upstairs to his room where he laid Italy down. He was so happy to have him back. Climbing in the bed he hugged his brother tightly, never letting go, and fell back asleep.

After the southern man fell asleep the air was suddenly colder, in the corner of the room shadow began to pull together. Soon it had turned into a man's figure, as it stepped into the light you could clearly see the happiness is the man's amber eyes as he watched his two grandsons sleep. It brought him never ending joy to see them getting along so well. Ancient Rome was happy for his family, he truly was.

Ever since he watched his wife Ancient Greece die with his children Ancient Egypt and the Byzantine Empire he watched his grandchildren. It pained him to know how he rejected Romano but he did so because he was already to face the world. Italy wasn't at the time, so he took Italy and tried to show him the easy way in life. Italy had taken well to the many lessons in history, painting, and singing; but failed in fighting, defending, and melee.

Sighing he took one last look at his grandchildren before leaving.

The world was becoming an unstable place for them. He hoped Romano would forever watch after his brother till their country fell and left a legacy. Family was so important, friends were too.

But...

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Family was forever.

At least he hoped it was.

Rome had faith in those two.

Prussia watched as his brother got ready for battle. In the following years in his kingdom's death, he lived, but as a the east side of Germany. His awesome little brother had allowed him to live. Prussia knew the future would be hilarious but he hadn't expected it to be this hilarious. He watched as Germany got his stuff together before working on his brother's. This war was taking a toll on the two of them. It hold destroyed entire cities, stopped many major exports and imports, even made other countries hate them.

The two didn't have a choice in the matter. Other nations should know as well, when your boss tells you to fight in a war you have to. If they tell you to jump of a cliff, they would have to. It wasn't something Germany or Prussia could control. All nations knew that but they still resent Prussia and Germany. If they stepped in their shoes he wished they could feel all the guilt and pain they did whenever they insulted the German brothers. There was only so much they could take.

Taking up his bag, Germany walked out the door to see Prussia standing there in a daze. So to wake up up Germany reared his foot back and kicked. Jumping up and down on one foot Prussia tried his best not to scream, his navy blue uniform wrinkled, as his vital regions were nearly pulverized. Germany laughed as he walked down the hall, he could hear his brother yelling about how he was going to get his sweet revenge on him. One day Bruder, Germany thought, maybe then can you get your sweet revenge.

Going to his bedroom Germany got his guns which included, a Paris gun with eight clips filled, a 7.7 cm FK 16 filled with bullets and four filled clips, a 7.7 cm FK 96 with eight clips filled, etc. Looking out the window into his Black Forest, the blonde couldn't help but feel attached to the forest for some reason. Whenever he looked at the forest he felt the need to explore it. Germany didn't know why, and he desperately wanted to know.

" Come on bruder! I don't want the boss on my ass cause you cant hurry up and get ready like the awesome me!"
Rolling his eyes in annoyance at Prussia, Germany took one last look out of the window before walking out of the room.

When Italy woke up it was pleasant, he was all warm. The ground he fell asleep on had turned comfy. Was he in heaven? If he was in heaven then what about Romano, he was probably waiting at home for him! He should've escaped when Germany gave him the chance.

Opening his eyes he found himself in Romano's room, sunlight streamed through the windows, and he was laying on a bed with Romano next to him. Smiling Italy curled up next to his brother, closing his eyes he began to think. How did he get here? The last that Italy remembered doing was taking a siesta in his cell as Germany trained with his soldiers. He was grateful that he had been sent back home, but he was also so very hungry. He last ate in a couple days. That was only a sausage and a baked potato.

Hearing a groan next to him Italy opened his eyes to see his brother sitting up in the bed gripping his head in pain. Yelling "fratellone!" Italy had latched on to his brother in a big hug. Surprised, by the unexpected but not unwelcome hug the older brother immediately held on to his brother like he was a life line. Crying hard the older twin had hugged him. Never letting go of Italy, Romano yelled," You stupid fucking idiot! Never leave me alone like that again! I couldn't bear it!"

Feeling guilty Italy nodded and hugged his brother. In the silence the two sat there enjoying the fact that they still had each other, but the silence was broken by Italy's stomach. Laughing hard Romano got up and said to him," Go clean up and I'll make breakfast. When you're done help me make the quiche."

And like that the two brothers were reunited again, but neither knew that the next world war would tear them apart and send one into insanity.

I hope you all liked it! Review! No flames

Ciao~

-Miharu