Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Killing Stalking, just the story.
Warning: Implications of child abuse and non-consensual, underage rape.
"Come on, boy, get up!"
A voice shouts at Romano. The young child quivers in fear, eyes dilated as he tries to scoot away. The owner of the voice growls and pulls him back, dirty hands resting against the child's skin only to grip his arm hard. He wails quietly, knowing for sure he'll bruise easily from that. This isn't really anything new but he wishes for it to stop. Feliciano doesn't know about this, about how their father treats him. He wants it to stay that way.
"Per favore, padre," he squeaks out, "stop. You'll wake up mama and Veneziano."
"I wouldn't have to shout if you would just listen," his father hisses quietly. "We need to go now before they do wake up. Otherwise they'll find out about our secret. You don't want that, do you?" The same hazel eyes glare at Romano, emotions the child doesn't understand completely swirling through them.
The child wishes that he had no characteristics from his father. If he could, he would gouge his eyes out. He hates his father. He doesn't know why he's been targeted by him. Romano's only seven going on eight next month, same day but different time as his brother turning six. Neither of them would really understand what adults do. They're honest and blunt as children mostly are, but ever since Romano turned seven, things changed.
Romano let his father drag him from his shared room with Feliciano. The two headed down to the basement and through a secret pathway towards a room the younger Italian wishes he never knew about. Why his father had it down here in the first place, he didn't know. He wonders if his mother even knows, but since it's a secret that they go down there, most likely not.
"You'll be a good boy like all the other times, si?" His father asks softly, calmer now that they're where he wants them to be. The grip on Romano's arm loosens as well as he kneels down and locks eyes with his child. "If you be a good boy, you won't get hurt." He brings up Romano's arm and kisses where he gripped him hard. "You'll have to wear long sleeves for a while if that bruises."
The child nods in understanding, trying not to cringe away from the kiss. His stomach turns as it usually does when he thinks of what's going to happen. "I-I'll be a good boy," he whispers. This is why he wishes to live with his nonno but he doesn't want to subject Feli to this treatment. If it isn't Romano, it will most surely be Feliciano to experience this. This is all to protect his brother. "I'll be good," he repeats.
"Good." The man stands up and lightly pushes the boy towards the only comfortable resting place in the room. "Now, go get ready."
"Si, padre…" Little Romano trails off as he goes over to the bed, clenching his eyes shut as he listens to his father rustle with his clothes. The small Italian takes his shaky hands and does the same, holding back the tears that threaten to fall every time this happens.
Someone please take me away from this place, Romano thinks, stomach lurching as he feels his father's fingers slide up his back. Anyone. Get me out of here. I don't like this home. Please. He lies back, opening his eyes a sliver just to see the figure of his father hover over him. He wants to cry. Grandpa Rome, please…save me.
Possessively Scary
Romano jerks awake as he falls off his bed with a hard thud. He's panting, trying to figure out what happened before sitting up with a groan. He rubs his head, glancing over at his brother's bed to see if he woke Feliciano up accidentally. When he sees his little brother sleeping soundly, he sighs in relief.
Shaking his head, he wonders why that memory popped up as a nightmare. It's hell of a time for it to crop up. Then again, with him nearly spilling everything to two different people over the month and a half that's gone by, it really isn't such a surprise. Of course those memories would come back from the darkest pit he's tried to shove them in. He shivers, knowing he won't be going back to sleep for a long while. So he gets up and turns his computer on, setting the brightness to the lowest level so as not to bother his brother.
He blinks a few times for his eyes to adjust before moving his cursor over to the downloaded chat program he uses. He searches through the usernames to see who's on and smirks a little, not surprised when he sees a few of his idiot friends online. He double clicks on a dropdown to create a group chat for them all and invites them.
[02:38] ST: I can't believe you losers are still up at this fucking time of the morning.
It doesn't take long for them to answer him back. He kind of regrets doing this since he most likely will spend the rest of the morning messaging these fools. Guess he'll just have to deal with sleep deprivation.
[02:39] BG: I'll have you know that I'm grading papers for class and doing my own homework.
[02:29] BG: It's very taxing and time consuming.
[02:39] BG: You trying being both a student and professor for a semester.
[02:41] ST: No thanks. I'm good with being just a plain old student.
[02:42] HL: dud35 y0u 5#0uldn'7 83 w0rk1n9 7#15 l8
[02:43] ST: ?
[02:43] ST: The fuck Alfred, take your quirk off. It's annoying as hell.
[02:44] BG: Not to mention the fact that not everyone knows what those symbols and numbers stand for as letters.
[02:44] PB: U un-awesome losers just don't understand our brains
[02:45] HL: sorry fixed it for now
[02:45] HL: was just saying you guys shouldn't be working this late
[02:46] HL: it's not healthy to get little sleep
[02:46] ST: Says the idiot who probably stays up this late playing games or watching horror movies.
[02:47] BG: Alfred, if you are watching horror movies this late at night, I swear I will bar my room off.
[02:47] BG: I am not letting you in my room just because you'll have nightmares when you sleep.
[02:47] HL: I don't get nightmares!
[02:48] PB: Al you should just give it up
[02:48] PB: even I know you get nightmares
[02:48] PB: I still have pictures of the night you slept over and couldn't let me go
[02:48] PB: so not cool man un-awesome
[02:49] HL: :(
[02:49] HL: u guys suck
[02:50] BG: We care about you Alfred, we just have our own lives and problems to focus on. There's no time for us to babysit you when you've just seen a horror movie that we've told you not to watch an hour prior.
[02:51] HL: how was I supposed to know that it would end up being a horror story? The first version wasn't a horror story it was an interesting thriller with suspense this new version of it just made it plain horror I don't like it
[02:51] PB: u talkin about Flatliners? That was an awesome movie! At least the original was awesome the new one was okay
[02:52] ST: You guys are so stupid.
Romano doesn't mind just letting them all hash it out. He'll make his comments here and there but he prefers watching the chaos go on its own. His chat screen blinks when Arthur creates a separate chat for the two of them to talk while also keeping track of the other chat with the idiots. He reads what the British Gentleman says before replying.
[02:53] BG: So why are you up this late? Usually you're asleep until 8 or 8:30.
[02:54] ST: Thanks for memorizing my sleep patterns, jerk. :P
[02:54] ST: Had a nightmare. It's no big deal.
[02:55] BG: You sure? It's not bothering you at all?
[02:59] ST: Not really.
[03:00] BG: :/
[03:00] BG: It took you four minutes to answer.
[03:01] BG: Obviously it's bothering you.
[03:03] ST: -sighs-
[03:03] ST: I don't want to talk about it.
[03:04] BG: That's fine.
[03:05] BG: I do worry over you, chap.
[03:05] BG: I consider you a good friend.
[03:05] BG: I'm here if you want to ever speak about it.
[03:07] ST: Thanks.
Romano smiles sincerely, happy that he has a friend like Arthur. They talk some more, with the other two idiots and privately as well. When Arthur leaves, Romano is about to log off too. That is until Gilbert mentions something about Antonio being on and adding him. Romano freaks out, not realizing that Antonio also had the same chat system downloaded. He's about to exit but Antonio joins them and shouts his name before he can do so.
[05:28] SM: LOVINO!
[05:28] ST: NOPE
[05:29] HL: dude you haven't changed your username yet?
[05:30] PB: don't change it it's awesome
[05:31] ST: You guys are pervs. I'm out.
The Italian leaves the chat but makes sure to save Antonio's username in his list. He denies every reason why he's doing so and decides he's been up long enough. Maybe now he can sleep. Maybe he really should talk to someone about all the shit that's happened. Lord only knows what good it will do to him.
Note: Since I'm going to be MIA for the whole month of November, I'm going to post three more chapters up of this story. These three are actually my favorites since they deal more with the Vargas brothers. I just love these two. But yeah, I'm doing NaNoWriMo this year and need to dedicate all my free time to my novel. Hope you guys don't mind.
This is not beta-ed so there might be mistakes.
For anyone wondering what the abbreviations stand for:
ST - Scrumptious Tomato
BG - British Gent
HL - Hamburger Lover
PB - Prussian Blood
SM - Sexy Matador
Ciao: I hope you like the update! Thanks for reading, lovelies! R&R.