A/N: Hello, y'all! Sorry for the really late chapter. Life's been in the way, and the third chapter was posing some problems for me to write as I had originally planned it. I am now looking for a beta, so if any of you would like to do so let me know in a review or message! (And as a note: Feliciano at one point refers to Germany/Ludwig as 'Doitsu'. No, he does not know Japanese. This was just a way for me to not use the name 'Germany' while still showing that Feliciano clearly remembers at least a decent amount about Ludwig. I'll also cheat and say that he picked it up from Japan. ;])

I will only post this disclaimer once: I do not own any of the characters in the series Axis Powers Hetalia. The series belongs to Himaruya. (I am a fanfiction writer, after all.)


Chapter 2

Lovino POV

"I'm going to make some pasta, ve~." The Italian smiled, eyes nearly shut. He wandered off to the kitchen, his brother watching him silently from his chair in the living room. The older twirled his hair in thought, noting that it was messier and curlier than normal, not to mention the hair near the top of his head that kept curling upwards. Must've been the weather.

What was more concerning than the climate and its effect on his hair was his brother's behavior. He would have normally put it off as an excessive amount of caffeine in his system after one too many cups of coffee but he had been off for five days and didn't seem jittery. Not only that but the younger of the two had gone from being friendly, calm, and confident to being overly friendly, easily excited and a coward. Even the even-headed Lovino was having a difficult time not finding himself annoyed at the change. Not to mention that his brother was wandering around with his eyes shut. Now that was just stupid.

He found himself yanking on a clump of his hair and slowly pulled his hand back into his lap. Alright, so Feliciano's continued strange behavior was concerning him more than he would like to admit. Question was, what had caused the change in the first place? He silently hoped that his brother had been sneaking coffee into his diet again and that he'd soon return to normal.

Lovino should've known better. The next day and the day after that his brother was still acting the same. The elder had been watching him carefully to make sure he wasn't having any caffeine—which he certainly wasn't—and he wasn't really eating anything sugary either. In fact, he had been mostly eating pasta and other traditional Italian food to the point that his typical candy consumption had completely stopped. It was outright atypical for Feliciano.

Thursday morning found the older Vargas brother ranting to himself again. It had now been nine days—over a week!—since his brother had started acting weirdly. Some of their friends and coworkers had asked about the change, but he still wasn't sure what its cause was. "It's the potato bastard's fault! If he had left my brother alone he'd be fine now. Damn it!"

He stopped his pacing around in his bedroom for a moment. Who the hell was this 'potato bastard'? A blonde German man came to mind but frankly Lovino didn't remember ever having met such a person. It didn't matter anyway. Something was seriously wrong with his little brother and he needed to figure out how to fix it, silly dreams or imagination be damned! However, this was easier said than done.

"Are you okay fratello?" Feliciano cocked his head to the side and his smile weakened as he stood, waiting for a response from his brother.

Lovino sighed, fighting down the irrational anger he'd been feeling more and more as the days passed. He was much easily angered in the strange dreams he'd been having—he also cussed a lot more—but he would not allow that to happen. Even if Feliciano had been annoying him more and more he needed to stay steady for his brother. That would surely help fix him. "I'm fine, Feli," he finally replied. "Are you alright? You've seemed sad recently."

The younger immediately smiled widely, though it seemed to be fake. "Ve~, I'm great!"

Lovino promptly facepalmed, annoyed at the now typical response. Don't get mad at him, don't get mad… After a few moments he managed to calm down enough so as to only glare at his brother. "You're a horrible liar. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong!" His brother's voice rose a pitch as he pleaded with the older brunette. "Everything's perfectly fine, vee~."

Now getting slightly frustrated at Feliciano's attempts to wave off his concern—which wasn't working, by the way—he decided to go for the thing which kept appearing in his dreams whenever his brother was present in them. "It it about that potato bastard?"

His brother's breath caught for a moment as he stared at Lovino with wide eyes. "N-no, i-it's not about Lud-lud-" At that point he broke down, lunging at his brother, hugging him and crying into his shoulder.

Having been caught off guard and now officially panicking, Lovino stopped thinking about reason and resorted with instinct. However, this just meant that his panic rose even more. "Ah-ah-ah- st-stop hugging me!" He tried to push his brother away from him but found that his grip had grown vice-like and wouldn't loosen. He knew he shouldn't have mentioned that German to his brother. "And stop being so upset about that damn potato bastard!"

"But-but-I miss Doitsu!" Feliciano managed to choke out, though his sobs kept breaking up what he was saying. "I-I haven't seen him in so long! I mi-miss him!"

An exclamation of oh god passed through Lovino's mind. This is pissing me off! "Damn it Spain, where are you when I actually need some help?" He muttered to himself, the image of a green eyed, tanned man coming to his mind. "Stupid tomato bastard!"

The younger of the two looked up at his brother, looking very confused. "Lovi, who's Spain?"