hey guys, how was the past week?

i think that this story have around 4 chapters left, what a sad destiny for my first long story.

but *lit up* i'm going to write a new story right after i finish with this one, yay~ and it going to be supernatural, suck it losers(Prussia) i'm awesome

disclaimer: i wished i had enough money and powers, but unfortunately(or fortunately for you), i do not own Hetalia *sniff*

This flight is really long, or maybe it was in Germany's mind. He tapped his fingers on his lap, trying hard not to burst off angry and make the pilot to fly faster, somewhere in Italy, Italy and Romano are suffering, so why is it so slow? and why the hell did I hear his voice in that phone conversation? Oh Gott! I hope we're not too late.

Italy, wait for me.

Canada sat next to the overreacting nation, drowning in his sea of thoughts as well, why can't they run away, what happened to them? How is that even possible? Why do i get a very bad feeling about this? Oh Romano, please be safe.

"Passengers, please buckle up, we're about to land in Roma, s…" somewhere along the lines, Germany lost the chain of fast words and fidgeted in his place, I'm going to save you, Italy.

just wait for me.

…-…-…-…

When they walked out of the airport, Germany divided the group into two, 'to cover more area'- Canada, Spain, England, Japan and Germany looked around Roma, while France (Prussia was still in the hospital), America, Russia and China was sent to Venice.

"I think we need to check at public places, like hospitals," Canada, looked at Germany for assurance. Germany nodded, "Make sense, they do need a place to put them without suspicion."

They looked around the city, starting at the old building that stayed from the time of Roman Empire- the Coliseum- then Piazza San Pietro, the museums and others.
When finished with the past, they wandered across the hotels, Churches, the other piazzas, and at the end, looked around the hospitals.

Germany started to feel ill as he realized they almost scanned the whole city and hadn't found even a clue about their thereabouts.
He let himself drop into the side of the road next to the last destination hopefully of the search- Aurelia Hospital, an international hospital.

He felt the tears wells up in his eyes, why can't I find them? Why's it that whenever I'm close this much to finding them, they slip out of my grasp? The tears now rub down my cheeks as he sobbed, the others stared sadly at me and Canada patted his back.

"We need to hurry, I have a feeling they're here," he said, smiling a faint smile, his eyes glassy. I nodded and stood up, receiving a surprised yelp, everyone jumped and gazed at the boy that was on the ground.

"I'm sorry, you looked like you're sad so I- JUST DON'T KILL ME PLEASE," the boy cried, his face hidden behind his hands, but a familiar strand of hair bounced next to him…

"I-Italy?" Germany couldn't believe his eyes. The boy shrieked and looked behind his arms, making everyone gulp. The boy looked confused, "That's not my name," he scratched his neck awkwardly.

Germany's heart shattered in that simple sentence, "Y-You don't recognize me?" The boy shook his head, but then looked closely, face brightening up, "Wait, maybe I do," and took a picture out of his pocket.

the picture was taken at the birthday party of Germany. In the picture, Germany stood in the middle of the group of his family and allies hugging him.
"I recognize you," the boy smiled. "Papa told me you're my friend, Ludwig." He hugged the frozen Germany.

"You see," he started explaining, "I had an accident, so I don't remember anything. But Papa told me you'll come and visit me and Fratello," he casted his eyes down. "But fratello is still in a coma, so he can't see you right now."

Canada walked shakily to the boy, "Italy, what are you talking about?" The boy looked at him suspiciously, looked at the picture and back at him, "I don't see you in the picture. But why are you calling me in a country's name, my name is Feliciano Vargas, are you okay?" Japan, England and Spain looked weirdly at Feliciano.

"Are you bloody joking me?" England gasped at the obviously suspicious boy that looked at them like they were retarded.
Germany snapped, he held Feliciano's shoulders tight, making him whimper, "What happened to you? Are you being manipulated?"

Flinching, the hands hurting him, Feliciano got angry, scusa? Who they think they are? How dare they threaten me?
Suddenly his voice became dark, scaring the others, "I would appreciate that you'll take your hands off of me," he freed himself from Germany's hold and stepped back from the shocked group.

"I don't like you, we may be friends, but I nor Fratello wants to see you, so get out of here," he turned and run into the city, leaves them speechless.

England turned to Japan, "Did he just-?" Japan nodded, "I believe the correct word is 'deserted', and yes, he did it just now." Spain shivered from anguish, "He said something about Romano in coma," he burst crying and Canada hugged him.

...-...-...-...

They decided to divide again, England and Japan would pursue Italy and Germany, Spain and Canada will look inside for Romano. Germany, heartbroken, wanted to go with them, but knew that he hated him now, what happened to you, Italy? What did that bastard did to you?
They went inside the hospital. It looked pretty normal, as a hospital that you know your friend is inside, trapped, can be. They went to the counter, and searched for the last name 'Vargas', and found out the room for 'Lovino Vargas' that was in a coma, perfect, and it was sarcastic, Germany sighed, still confused with what happened with Italy.

Romano was awake again, and he managed to get to the door without being found, but of course my luck is fucking horrible.
The nurse saw him and called two doctors to hold him, at least my strength is back, he fought against them, able to get free, but then he was caught again.
he screamed while he fought, his screams are heard all across the hall, yes! Take that, you bastards, he felt the needle digging into his flesh again, dammit, not again.

He could still hear some screams and thumping next to him. Suddenly, he was wrapped by warm, tanned hands. "Romano? Romano!" he heard a familiar voice, and smiled faintly, I'm finally free, and fainted.

But what about Veneziano?

scusa-excuse me? (I'M NOT ITALIAN SO DON'T KILL ME IF I'M WRONG, JUST TELL ME*pant*)

Piazza San Pietro- saint Peter's square

see ya next week

p.s. may be a bit rushed, but i'm really tired, so i'm sorry