DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia!

A/N: *sighs* Finally done! This took me way too long! TT . TT sorry to those who were waiting… and I just realized o . O … There. Isn't. Enough. Holy Roman Emirpe. Hints! So here ya go : D please enjoy~ And I apologize if I disappoint ^ ^"… Oh and remember~~ I'll write a special one shot for any pairing for my 100th reviewer~ Just to warn you I fail at writing hetero; just saying! Oh, and no lemon requests… sorry XD!

(P.S. And… ZOMG have you seen Romania's (official) character design! X3 He's sooo cute! 3)

(P.S.S. Damn double lines - . -...)

Warning(s):

Shounen ai

OCs

Minor(ish) Cursing

Awkward Humor

Please enjoy~ = )

Chapter VI:

Rising Suspicions

"Say, Feliciano, Lovino?" Romania lay in her bed sobbing into Veneziano's chest as Romano ran a hand through her brunette curls. The year was 1991, before she had begun to hate and spite her brothers.

"Yes Sorellina?" Feliciano whispered hugging the crying nation close.

"Y-You two won't leave me right?" she let out a broken sob, "You two won't leave me like M-Moldova (1) right?"

Italy smiled, "Of course we won't! What kind of fratello would we be then?" He hugged her close as Lovino – flushing slightly – ruffled her hair.

"We love you ya' little idiota. And don't you forget it," Romano gave a rare awkward smile, "You've got some Rome in you. So therefore that makes you family –"

"And family doesn't abandon family." All eyes looked to Greece.

"Fratellone~ what are you doing here, Ve~?"

Heracles smiled and sat on the bed next to Anica, "I came to visit my cute mikrí̱ adelfí̱ {little sister}..."

The Romanian blinked for a second, wiping her tears, before breaking into a smile.

Italy absently tapped his pen on the table top as the memories came rushing back, back when they were... younger they had been good friends, she wasn't exactly perfect, but he still considered Anica as a family member he couldn't lose. He didn't want to hurt his sister but he didn't want her to hurt anyone dear to him either… what could he do?

Romania was sick very sick, had she even been taking her meds?

He bit his lip in worry as the newly formed alliances began signing treaties; Netherlands begrudgingly signed the treaty along with Spain, as England and France glared daggers at each other (most likely arguing over which one to sign before the other.)

Wow, helping people out really paid off in the long run… he'd have to keep that in mind.

"Oi, fratello," Feliciano blinked and looked to his brother, "Calm down, we'll get her back."

Italy smiled slightly and nodded, Romano could really read him like a book couldn't he? "Hahaha~ yeah you're right fratello, family –"

"–doesn't abandon family; blah, blah, blah, blah, blah… we've already established that." his slightly lazier half mumbled with a huff.

"Fratello you shouldn't interrupt people, Ve…" the Italian scolded halfheartedly with a thin smile. Romano smirked and gave a small shrug.

"Since when do I care?" he scoffed.

Feliciano's face broke into a full blown grin, "True, but maybe you should take lessons from Germany fratello~! He's really demanding but he's reeeally polite!"

He chuckled, amused, under his breath as Lovino's face twisted into one of plain, blatant, disgust, "Ugh… Hell no, don't even joke about that Feli. I swear to the heavens and the old man watching above I will pop a cap in that potato bastard's ass if he comes with in a 100 meter radius of me, Chigii!"

Germany could only sigh, he knew this was their way of cheering each other up but couldn't they be more… quiet and orderly about it? He would prefer for them – well everyone in the room to use their inside voices. The blonde was still in a considerable amount of pain, the pain from the bomb was starting to fade into pain from his economy… After all, one of his major ports had been left in shambles…

He looked at the clock; ten more minutes until lunch break…

He'd just finished signing the treaty papers needed to form an alliance with the former Allies, and he had nothing else to do as he absently watched the clock on the wall.

Tick Tock… Tick Tock…

The annoying thing went as Ludwig's vision became blurry, damn, was his fever coming back? … No, this was different. His head didn't exactly hurt per say, but… it was something like a foggy sort of feeling; like how you'd feel uncomfortable under the weight of something heavy pressing between your eyes.

Suddenly he felt tired.

Putting a hand to his forehead, Germany's eyes glazed over slightly as names and places formed themselves in his head again.

A girl… there was a girl in a green dress… why was she crying? He didn't want her to cry for him – Ah, Mein Gott were these her panties he was holding!

Ludwig swayed slightly and gained the attention of Prussia beside him. "Oi, Westen hey… you doing alright? You've been spacing out for the last eight minutes."

Shaking his head of the haziness the German turned to his brother and nodded weakly. "I'm fine."

"Like hell you are!" he hissed lowly, "You've been worrying me to no end for two and a half weeks – and now you've gotta add 'spacey' to that list! That's so un-awesome Westen!"

Ludwig sighed and nodded to his brother before whispering back; "Sorry, bruder… but, I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Um… did I used to know a 'Chibitalia'?" Hungary, who was nearby, chocked on her tea the maid had set out while Austria visibly paled. All three met each other's respectively colored orbs nervously.

But then again; Prussia bounces back quick. "W-What are you on about West? Kesesese~ "

Germany narrowed his eyes; hard icy blue glowering into flittering nervous crimson, Italy looked up and furrowed his eyebrows at the two brothers, what had happened? Soon Romano looked up curious as to why his brother looked so troubled. Next came France who instinctively scooted from the table a couple of paces, then England, then Japan who looked up rigidly at the odd change in atmosphere, and so on and so forth.

All in all the last ones to notice were America and Spain.

Of course Ludwig began to notice the periodic glances Prussia would shoot to Austria and Hungary, and soon his icy glared turned to all three of them.

"…" there was a long eerie silence; leaving Germany to his thoughts. What had been going on? He'd been having strange dreams; constant headaches plagued his mind, Gilbert had been hiding things from him… and so was Italy for some odd reason… now, pile on a possible WW3 on top of that and a stressed out German and we've got a recipe for disaster.

"What… are… you… hiding." He ground out as a chill went through the air.

Prussia paled and didn't answer.

"Bruder…"

Gulping, the albino opened his mouth and –

"A-AH~! L-Look at the time! It's about time for lunch break!"

GOTT VERDAMMIT! {God Damn it!}

Elizabeta yelled out nervously interrupting the stare off; everyone in the room let out a breath they hadn't realized they'd been holding. No one wanted to see an angry Germany.

They'd seen enough of his insane side in WW2.

"Y-Yeah, Germany~ let's go eat alright, Ve~?" Feliciano was already at his side tugging him along. Apparently he'd sensed the much appreciated blow to gut saying: "Get him out!"

Japan soon followed, leaving Greece arguing lightly with Turkey; he was sure that the Turk wouldn't get physical with Heracles's already weak condition – he had more pride than that (hopefully…). "Yes, what do you think should we have? Maybe you could pick the restaurant…"

Eyes softening at his friends' efforts to calm him down, the German nodded sheepishly and walked out through the double doors with Kiku and Feliciano. However, he shot a final glare at the Prussian in warning.

This wasn't over.

And even as Italy droned on and on about… something or other, Germany silently fumed about being kept in the dark by his own brother for the love of God!

Oh yes… this mess was going to be straightened out soon.

As the door shut behind the trio Prussia sunk back into his chair with a relieved sigh. Hungary and Austria glared at him for a moment before dragging the albino to a corner of the room as everyone began leaving.

"What the hell did you do to tip him off!"

"You certainly are an idiot, Prussia."

He let out a groan, "Listen, I. don't. fucking. know! And even if I did somehow give him a clue it wasn't on purpose!"

Elizabeta rolled her eyes, "Well now what! W-what if he starts remembering… and… and… it turns out like it did before…?" the three paled at the mention of the possible repeat of that incident 300 years ago…

"…Yeah... I-I don't want to watch anything like that to happen to mein kleiner Bruder {my little brother} ever again…" Gilbert clenched his fists tightly as his body tensed.

The Austrian between them sighed, "We're about to go to war. There's no way to keep tabs on what he remembers between whenever he's away from us or in his sleep…" he looked up, "The possibilities are endless… We can't protect Ludwig forever, you know it, I know it, we all know it…"

A grim silence fell on the group until Roderich spoke again in a quiet voice: "Or rather… we cannot protect Heilrich forever…"

A/N: … Sorry for the sort filler chapter ^ ^" Battle plans will start in the next chapter! I promise… s-so don't kill me…? = D… please? *hides* Anyway… I probably raised a couple of questions in this chapter and I apologize for that~! They will be explained… later…

Explanation(s):

(1) – You can probably guess this (or better yet… look it up!) buuut this is the year that Moldova declared independence from Romania. I WAS going to do a happy memory, but when I read about it and saw that they haven't been right SINCE then and I just couldn't resist doing a 'comforting family cliché scene'~ XD!

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