*Not the footnote, just wanted to say I used one of the early episodes so Lovino could officially be welcomed to the world of Hetalia! Didn't want you to think I copied off of it or anything…*

Lovino shuffled down the hall, staring at his black sneakers. After only a day, they were covered in dirt. His eyes kept darting left and right. What was this uneasy feeling? He really couldn't take it. Something felt… missing. An empty space…

"Hey, you!" Lovino caught sight of a blond man (not Germany) walking down the hall with a rope tied around…

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" Lovino said, throwing up his hands. "Feliciano, what did you do?"

Feliciano struggled against the ropes that bound his arms to his side. The blond tugged on the rope to make Feliciano stop wiggling like a leash on a dog. Treating his little brother like a dog… That jerk.

"Probably spend a few weeks hiding like cowards!" he said with a devilish smile. "I'm impressed you aren't running, Romano, like your brother did."

This guy obviously went through withdrawal not being able to torture the brothers. Now he was making up for lost time.

"We weren't hiding," Lovino said. "Now tell me who you are!"

The man looked a little surprised.

"Romano, I know we haven't spent any time together," he said. "But you really should know who I am." Lovino stared. "…In Europe? We live near each other?" Lovino cocked his head. "Cheerio? Crikey? Bloke? Remember those words?"

"Aren't those British or som-"

"You imbecile!" the man yelled. "It's BRITAIN!"

"I've got him!" Lovino looked to his side. Russia towered over him, clutching a rope like Britain. When Lovino looked down, he saw… ropes…

"Aw, [FILL IN YOUR OWN BLANK]" Lovino cried. "How did I not notice?!"

"I didn't notice either…" Feliciano whimpered.

"Shut up, you!" Lovino growled. Russia dragged him out of the house, Britain and another man, following.

"Who're you now?" Lovino asked. "Where did you even come from?!"

"What's wrong with him?" the man asked.

"He didn't know me either," Britain said. "Wonder what his problem is."

"NO, I WONDER WHAT YOURPROBLEM IS!" Lovino shouted. "NOW LET ME GO!"

"That's France," Feliciano said. "I thought he was a girl so I tried to hit on him but he was in disguise…"

"Veneziano, what kind of girl has a beard?" Lovino said, rolling his eyes.

"You… called me by my name," Feliciano said.

"Hm? What're you talking about?"

"You called me Veneziano!" Feliciano said happily. "Isn't that great?"

"I didn't mean to," Lovino said quietly, thinking about it. "I didn't even know I did it."

He was so confused that he didn't notice they were already out of the house. And almost to Britain's.

"Nh?" France grunted. "Who's that?"

"It's him!" Britain whispered loudly. "The new guy!"

Lovino could see the figure in the distance and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He was scared. Really scared! Enough to show it on his face! Why though? What made him feel like this?

"Romano…" Feliciano whispered.

He didn't need to say anything else. Lovino could hear the fear in his voice. That thing over there was what did this to them, wasn't it? That made Lovino forget everything? Lovino didn't need to look to tell that Britain, France, and Russia had left them bound in ropes. Lovino didn't try to escape. He didn't try to get help. He didn't even try to help his brother. There was just that figure. Coming closer… closer… closer…

Then, nothing.

Don't you remember? My idiot brother did this to me. Us. All his fault. And the potato-eater. He didn't really do anything, but everything's his fault. I hate them both. We were both walking. That's all. Veneziano just wanted me to come with him to the World Meeting. All those rumors about a new country scared him. Because he was known to make people he didn't like disappear. The weird part? They were all Italians. How ironic.

"I hope this doesn't trouble you, fratello," he said, waking a bit too close to me.

"It does," I said. I didn't want to deal with the idiot. Coming back to you? It should be. Know who I am? Of course not. I'll tell you in a second. For now, let's just watch, shall we?

"I'm sorry," Veneziano said. "I'm just a little scared, that's all."

"Stop being such a baby," I said. "He's never gone after countries before."

"But he only goes after Italians," my brother mentioned.

I didn't have anything to say to that. I knew it was true.

"Huh?" I grunted. There was a man clad in a black cloak coming towards us. I couldn't see his face through all his black hair. He looked very… suspicious. I was going to give him a few choice words and tell him to get out of my way, but I heard a crack and felt something like the butt of a gun slam down on my head. I fell to my knees. Ugh. "On my knees." The embarrassment.

"Romano!" my brother screamed. Someone, the suspicious guy's lackey, I think, grabbed Veneziano from behind and dragged him out of my fading field of sight. I was passing out, obviously. I felt my head and looked at it. It was covered in a certain red liquid. So in this situation, what do you do? Should I give up on life? Ha! I couldn't stand up though. So all I could do was kneel there, hearing my brother's screams. He was in pain. Lots of pain, from how it sounded.

"No one needs a country like you!" the lackey yelled. "You're so pathetic, you sicken me!" This went on for what seemed like hours. Oh? You remember this? Well, then this should already be known to you.

Once the lackey had his fun with my brother, who's pleads for help got weaker and weaker until they stopped, he stopped pounding him. I didn't want to see what Veneziano looked like.

"Okay, end it," the black-clad man said to the man. I saw a flash of light from the corner of my eye. "Your turn," the man said. The lackey picked me up like I was weightless and placed me in the center of red grass. It didn't take a genius to know that this was where Veneziano was, but where was he now? Didn't matter. I felt another hit on my head. Then I felt a sharp pain in my side. My arm. My leg. I refused to yell, though. I wouldn't let them have fun with this.

"Oh, he's not moving," the lackey noted. I was lying on the ground, red and motionless. "Let's get him out of here." I saw a flash of light. Then, I was Lovino.

Get it now? They thought you and your stupid brother were dead, so they sent you into the future to get rid of your bodies. When you woke up, you were healed. You didn't remember anything. But you remember me now, don't you?

What? No? Oh, come on, Romano. How can't you? We were separated, sure, but still. I can't believe this. You kept dumb stuff. Personality. Looks. Way of thinking. But you lost me. The most important thing that your brother already got back.

I'm you, got it? The you that you've lost.

*Sorry it's so late in the day! Got sick, but I like the ending of this! Not sure if you will, but… poor Romano-chan.

*checks comments* …WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA?!

Romano: What, what is it!?

I… I have 19 comments! OMG! Please review more! This makes me so happy! Thank you!

Romano: Who… Who could have so much of a worthless life that they'd comment on such a boring and dumb story…?

…Anyway. Sorry if the ending confused you, but you'll learn who this "other Romano" is soon! Oh, and this didn't happen on this particular FanFic, but please don't compare me to other authors. I don't try to be better than anyone, I just want to write!

Romano: Still a stupid story.

Hey, why do you think you got beat up in this chapter? Zip it or I'll kill you off!

Spain: NOOOO! DON'T KILL ROMANO-CHAN! NOOOOOOOOOO! :O

Romano: …"chan?"

Wow, long footnote, complete with Spain once again appearing out of nowhere and confessing his love for Romano.

Romano: What?!

Spain: :)

Romano: o.O NO! NONONONONONONO! I DON'T LOVE YOU!

Spain: …Huh? Wh-Why not?

Romano: [Italian curse words, yes I do know these]

Anyway, thanks for reviewing and following and favoriting! This is now my most popular story! Let's end this! Oh, and pointless little note: Got into Romano's version of mawaru chikyuu rondo! I like it even better than Hattefutte Parade! (Did I spell that wrong?) Now, say bye, Romano!

Romano: [more Italian curse words]

And that's why you're my favorite! 3*