[I don't own hetalia]
[Just a quick chapter to celebrate the fact that I'm on holiday for two weeks!]
After the room - well, the older nations really - recovered from the shook, England continued to read, "England is actually really flirty and once got two girls and three boys to have sex with him in one day, effectively beating any of the other nations score. He was raised by France part of his life… Well, shit." England blushed.
The Kirkland brothers looked at their youngest in surprise, Romano swore (damn it! I only got two girls and two guys!), France looked shocked (he does take after me!), Norway blushed slightly (why is he blushing?!) and everyone else either coughed or rolled their eyes.
"Well - umm… let's… let's continue." England stuttered, "It appears to be Prussia's. Dear diary, I knew it would happen eventually, it happened to me before. I watched the signs from afar. I saw his hand completely disappear. He grew weaker and tried to hide it. He stopped eating. Stopped coming out of his room. Stopped talking sometimes. Faded more often. He doesn't have long left…" England trailed off with a horrified look.
Wales took the book and scanned the next sentence. With a large breath, he spoke, "Romano will fade."
The room fell into silence as everyone looked over to the Italian couch. Seborga's hands flew to cover his mouth as he let out a wail and Sealand ran to comfort his friend quickly. Romano looked down, silently cussing Prussia and his damned diary. Veneziano had a blank look on his face, completely void of any emotion. The nations watched with anticipation, waiting for a reaction from the Northern half of Italy.
A choked sob escaped Romano as he stared angrily at Veneziano's blank face, "Damn it, Feli! Say something! Don't just look at me like that!" Romano's voice lowered to barely above a whisper, "Yell at me. Scream at me. I didn't tell you. You should b-b-be f-f-fur-ious!" his voice cracked.
Veneziano moved off the couch, his eyes shadowed as he stared at his brother whom he loved more than anything on this earth. No. No no no no no no nO NO NO! His fratello couldn't leave! He couldn't fade! He will live! No matter what! Nobody could take his brother from him! 'He's mine! Not heavens! Not Spain's! Not Germany's! Not Prussia's! JUST MINE!'
Veneziano moved faster than anyone had seen him, quickly gathering his sobbing brother into his arms and hugging him close. He tightly gripped Romano not letting go for a second. They stayed like that for minutes until Spain decided to try and separate them. "Ita, I think you should le-"
Veneziano snarled at Spain, "No!" he snapped. Spain backed off slowly as Germany let out a shaky sigh, "We'll take a break." he announced, walking towards the small kitchen that had appeared. Others followed him, Seborga deciding to join Sealand.
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Veneziano held his brother against his chest in a small section of the room that had been cut off from everyone else in the far corner of the room. Nobody could see or hear them here.
Romano looked up at his little brother with tired eyes, "Stop staring like that and say something!" he whispered.
Veneziano's eyes softened and he pulled his brother into a sitting position, holding him up in front of him by his shoulders, "You're not going to fade, fratello." he spoke seriously, looking into the confused eyes of his other half.
"How do you know that?"
Veneziano pulled Romano into a fierce and demanding kiss. Their lips collided and Romano's eyes widened to the point of almost popping out. He soon relaxed and kissed back, much to Veneziano's surprise and delight. Veneziano decided to take things to another level and ran his tongue across his brother's lower lip, practically begging for entrance. Romano granted it to him, opening his mouth enough for Veneziano to slip his tongue in. They continued for a few minutes until Romano pulled back in need of air,
"W-what?" the Southern Italian looked shocked to say the least. His face was bright red as he panted from lack of air.
"I know that you won't fade because I won't let anyone take the man I love away from me." Veneziano had never been more serious in his life. "Ti amo, Lovi."
Romano's shocked face slowly turned into a small and sincere smile, "Ti amo, Feli."
Veneziano's face softened back to his usual smile, "Ve~" he giggled, hugging Romano close.
There they laid, content in each others embrace
~(OWO)~
Celt tried to stabilize Britannia, who had fainted because she couldn't handle all the cuteness. Other female ancients either were the same as her, had a nose bleed or both. Rome blushed brightly while Germania helped him sit down.
Soooooo cute~
[END PART]