[I don't own hetalia]

[I had to...]

What if Romano died before Veneziano introduced him to Germany and Japan?

"Ve~ come on Germany, Japan! I want you to meet someone!" Italy Veneziano claimed happily.

"We are coming, Italy-kun," Japan ran after him out of breath, "please calm down!"

Germany muttered to himself annoyed, "Why aren't you this fast in training?"

Veneziano lead his two friends through the streets of Rome while carrying a large bouquet of lilies, the national flower of Italy. The sun was high in the sky, beaming down on the cheerful country and his friends as they walked with a slight breeze blowing into their faces. Women around them stared at the familiar man who always brought flowers for his special someone every weekend. They smiled sadly, knowing where he was going.

Germany looked around the cemetery confused, "I thought you said we were meeting someone?"

Veneziano looked up with a smile as his eyes opened for the first time in the week, "We are! He's over here!" he dragged the two over to a large gravestone that looked to be more of a memorial with the big angel statue sitting against a rock with a hand place on the stone.

Here lies Lovino Vargas,

A great brother, friend and lover,

Forever to be remembered and missed,

South Italia Republica Romano,

Rest in peace.

The two friends stared at the Italian nation as he placed the flowers on the grave. Surrounding the entire grave was various plants, seemingly growing from the grave itself. Different animals, such as birds and stray cats seemed to be attracted to the grave.

"Ve~ This is my big brothers resting place," Veneziano started, his voice lowering considerably, "he died a couple decades ago. He was the southern half of the country while I was the northern, but because of the unification, one of us had to die. It was supposed to be me…" Veneziano trailed off as tears started to fall from his honey eyes. The wind picked up, seeming to swirl around him in a hug, "...He decided it would be him that would fade."

Japan hesitated before asking, "What was his name, Italy-kun?"

Veneziano smiled sadly, "South Italy or Romano, like my name was North Italy or Veneziano before the unification. Or just Lovino. He hated it when people shortened his name." he sighed, leaning into the wind that was holding him up, "How have you been, fratello?" The wind stopped but the area around them became a warm temperature, "Hmm… that's good. I brought my friends to meet you! I wish you could actually meet them properly."

Germany and Japan looked at their friend, the area was reacting with his brothers response? That's new. Veneziano talked as they listened and the graveyard responded. It started to get late, so Veneziano said his goodbye sadly, promising to come back and visit at a later date. "Ve~" he turned to his friends with his cheerful smile, "would you two like to stay the night?"

They agreed and the three walked through the darkening streets of Rome. Some of the women smiled at them and Veneziano made sure to smile back, fratello always taught him to be kind to the ladies!

They arrived at a large mansion and walked in. Veneziano turned the light on and saw a note placed on the show rack, "Ve~?" he picked up the note, reading it out loud, "'There is a surprise waiting for you in your own room, love Grandpa Rome'. Wonder what the surprise is? Grandpa doesn't usually contract the living like this." Veneziano showed his friends to their rooms before going to his own to check out the surprise from his grandfather.

Opening his door, he nearly fell to his knees in shock of what he saw. Lying in his old bed that he once shared with Romano, was the man himself sleeping peacefully under the covers. Veneziano went up to his fratello and searched for a pulse. "He's real…" he whispered as he found the strong beating of Romano's heart. Another note was laid on the bedside table. 'And he's here to stay' was all it said.

Veneziano let the tears he had been holding in fall as he tried to shake his brother awake, "Lovi… Lovi, wake up p-please." the italian begged. The bright olive eyes that he missed so much finally opened.

Romano looked around confused, wasn't he dead? This wasn't his graveyard. Veneziano threw his arms around his shorter brother crying into his shoulder, "You're back!"

Romano hugged back, finally understanding the situation. He let his own tears fall as he cried back, "I'm back…"

Veneziano sat next to his brother on the bed and pulled him close as he laid on the bed. He wasn't going to let go ever again. Veneziano smashed his lips on his brothers and silently thanked God that he had sound proof walls because he wasn't going to miss this opportunity to claim his Romano once again after so long.

Germany and Japan didn't even here Romano's moans and Veneziano's groans at all that night.

~(O.O)~

Germany and Japan sat at the dining table as Veneziano cooked pasta with the brightest smile they had ever seen on him. Why was he so happy this morning? Veneziano placed the food on the table, plating it on four different plates.

"Do you have another guest over, Italy?" Germany asked as he started to eat the pasta.

Veneziano was about to answer when Romano walked in and sat down next to his brother, "I live here, idiota."

"Lovi~!" Veneziano whined, "That's not nice!"

"I don't care!"

WHO IS HE?!

[END]