I am soo sorry for not updating this sooner! I have just been completely swamped with finals. I had to wrote two essays in like three days, at the same time, which drained my creativity so if this chapter is horrible thats why.
Sorry to those who want other character to appear but I already had all the Uk brothers written out so thats what happened!
Arthur: Why am I alway the one that ends up injured?
Aww... you know your my favorite!
Arthur: Ahem, well on with it then, Hetalia does not belong to Kate, just counterpart nations.
Oh wait! Pause! Sorry in advance if Italy, even in thought, seems OOC in this chapter, but its just what I figured he would be like, because he and Holy Rome were really good friends, at the end of course, and when he left Italy just imagine what that would feel like. I've lost someone very important to me so I semi know the feeling.
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Malcolm stared at his mirror image that was tied to a chair in front of him, but he knew three things. One it couldn't be him because he didn't remember putting a mirror there and he had touched it, two he was almost positive he was not a girl, and three she had just attempted to throw away all of his alcohol. Which means that she was not only acted the complete opposite to him, but also, whenever he saw Arthur the next time, Malcolm was so getting some answers. In the meantime though…
The redhead Scot frowned at Malcolm, "But alcohol is bad for you, why don't you just let me throw it away and get you some help?" She gave Malcolm a sweet look.
He shook his head, in the meantime he would have to protect his drinks from this woman.
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Roderich and Elizaveta both gave Rhea a pitying look, both knowing how stubborn Feli could be about things when he wanted to be, more so Eliza then Roderich though because Roderich, as well as Romy, had not stopped playing their instruments since they had arrived at the house.
Feliciano had stopped bawling, instead settling for a sniffle and a stray tear every now and again.
Rhea had her arm wrapped around his shoulder trying to find a place to start in her brother's story. Finally deciding the beginning would do.
"So Italy you remember when Holy Rome left right?" Rhea asked first deciding to use that as a starting question.
"Si, he told me that he had to leave, to get stronger, b-but he promised that he w-would come back," Feli was trying to keep his tears in check knowing that he wouldn't get the answers he wanted if he started to cry again.
Rhea nodded, "Yeah he talked about a pretty girl he knew that he was going to get stronger for, so that he could come back and help her…" The baby blue eyed girl nodded and Feli understood immediately, as everyone else had back then, Holy Rome had thought he was a girl. He blushed, that would explain why Holy Rome always acted so strange around him.
Rhea got up and went to the bag she had brought with her, "A while after he left though, he went to fight the Frankish army, or France, and he fought for a long time," The canary blonde looked hesitant to continue even though she knew she had to.
"After that you could see him growing weaker, he was not doing so well without a boss to lead him…" She grabbed two things from her bag, a ragged dark colored fabric and a leather bound journal that looked to be quite old.
"One day he just took off his cape, and wrapped this journal in it, putting a note on top of it and left, I wasn't there but I found the items later, I went and look for him forever but never found him again," Rhea sniffled trying not to let herself cry over this again.
Rhea handed the fabric to Feliciano, who had begun to cry again not as violently as before though. The young Italian looked it over, running his hands over the many repaired tears in it, all of them looked to be sewn or patched hastily back together.
Feli couldn't help but hold the old worn cape like a lifeline to a thread that was cut a long time ago, the poor cloth was no where near as elegant as it had been, when he lived with Austria, the scars that crisscrossed it like memories of a long forgotten battle.
"Is it… is it really?" Feli could not help the feeling of hopelessness that he suddenly felt at the news that his friend was really gone, had been gone for probably decades.
Rhea smiled ruefully, "Yeah, as much as I would like it to not be true, it is, Holy Rome is really gone, Italy."
Roderich and Eliza had begun to tear up a bit as well, the sadness of the fate that their young ward suffered overwhelming. Ervin was crying to somewhere in a corner but Ervin was always crying about something or another.
"The note he had left for me told me to bring his cape and journal to you, I think he knew that his empire was close to the end and I think he took the whole of the burden on so that I could live to give this to you," Rhea looked sadly at the ground, not looking anyone of the others in the eye.
"Usually with countries its neither of the reps live or they both do," She hugged Feli, as much for his comfort as her own, "I know why too, the feeling when your twin is gone, like somebody reached in and yanked out a part of you that you don't need to survive but you feel the absence of greatly."
None of them could believe what Rhea was saying, especially Feliciano, she had gone all this time without Holy Rome, living with the feeling she had just described? Feli hugged Rhea tightly in return and smiled his smile, softer than usual but still there, now he was the one comforting her.
I'm not the only one then, when Holy Rome left their was a hole where my heart should have been, after so many years of plastering on a fake smile trying to look the same, making people believe I am an airhead so they'll never ask questions. When I met Germany though, the minute I popped out of that tomato box, I could feel the hole start to close for the first time in a long while, Ludwig has helped me so much, now I have to help Rhea in some way just like Germany helped me, though he may not have known it at the time. Feli's thoughts were drifting away with the thought of him comforting someone.
Feli felt the smile on his face and realized that since he met Ludwig it had gone from being a plastered on smile to mask what he really felt, to being a real smile that showed what he truly felt. He became determined to help Rhea however he could. But first…
Feliciano faced the journal that the blonde still held with a slight apprehension.
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Arthur rubbed his pounding temples as he walked up to his door, all he wanted to do was go up to his bedroom and pass out.
After the long, long, plane ride sitting next to Adeliz, who never stopped talking, the constant chattering, as well as the shift in air pressure, building up into the throbbing migraine he now had.
And even now his twin would not shut up, she just kept babbling on about Fedora and how she was such a stick in the mud and how the Frenchwoman's style wasn't even close to par with English designs.
Arthur sighed when he heard the click of his lock and pushed the door open his relief at finally being able to get away from the big mouth talking his ear off.
His relief was short lived though, because as soon as he walked into the house he spotted four people that he did not want to see at this moment, each wearing menacing glares on their faces.
When he saw the additions to the usual males that showed up randomly in his house, Arthur cringed knowing why his brothers seemed so angry.
Across the room from Arthur stood his brother Malcolm, next to him sat a woman who looked exactly like the redhead, she pouted giving Malcolm an angry look. Arthur's two other redhead brothers also stood across from him, except their mirror images' hands were tied behind their back and they were seated on the couch. Dylan and Connor both wore smirks at the look Arthur gave them, as if saying that it couldn't be helped. The only other blonde of the five of the brothers, Alwen had his twin in his arms and she looked to be passed out.
When Malcolm spotted Adeliz gawking at the house behind Arthur the Scotsman smirked and grabbed the collar of the Brit's shirt, "So England, got anything to tell us about the meeting?" He growled getting in the blonde's face.
"Hey violence is not the answer!" Shouted the bound redhead screamed at Malcolm.
"Shut up!" Malcolm growled annoyed thoroughly by the girl, "First you try to clean out my alcohol then you yell at me for using violence, violence!?"
Arthur hadn't heard his brother this mad in a while…
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So tell me what you guys think! I am honestly terrible at writing sad scenes, sarcastic and stupid, totally! Sad? Not so much!
I'm sorry for the lack of Male!Liechtenstein and Fem!Greece they are requests and I promise I'll bring them in the next few chapters! If I don't you all have permission to yell at me!
Oh and in case you didn't figure it out... the english brothers:
Malcolm=Scotland
Dylan and Connor: Northern Ireland and Ireland
Alwen: Wales
And yes I know that Ireland isn't apart of the Uk but I would imagine that him and Northern Ireland would be attached at the hip... hehe, get it? Sorry bad joke...
Well till next time! Byebye!
