It's mainly Spamano, but some Gerita, (mabbe Fruk), appear.

Some deaths, but, well, no horror!

Human names used :3

Pardon me if I make some grammar mistakes...English isn't really my first language!

I DO NOT OWN HETALIA.

"Want some spaghetti, then?" that bastard asked him about 100th times already.

"No, I don't," he grumbled for the 100th time.

…Feliciano, what a way to ditch me with this bastard, he cursed his little brother and he glanced at Antonio angrily.

Antonio came out from the kitchen, staring at Romano curiously. "Hmm…."

"..what?" Lovino growled, looking up from the book called….uh, Cows and Chickens…. Hm. Why was he reading this book anyway?

"But aren't you hungry? This is the usual time for lunch, though." He asked as he poked Lovino's cheek lightly.

Wow, it was annoying, but he decided to ignore the poking. "I…am hungry," he admitted it.

Antonio grinned. Why was this bastard so….cheerful?

"Fusososo—I knew it! You always do things you don't usually do when you're either hungry or sleepy…and you don't usually read about….uh…..cows and chickens."

…uh. He frowned, but Antonio apparently didn't notice his frown.

"…um, and you know my habit because…?"

Antonio's smile faded away for a second, but even before Lovino could figure what was going on, his smile returned. "Because I love you, Lovi!"

Lovi rolled his eyes, not even blushing. "Yeah, sure."

"Uh-huh! You don't know how much I love you! You're attractive, adorable, admirable, appealing—"

"—…okay, now shut up."

"—and those are the only the A's," he smiled; smiled brightly like a sun.

…smiled like an idiot, you mean, he told himself.

Francis Bonnefoy had traveled to Germany million times. Most of the times it was to see Gilbert, because Ludwig and Francis didn't really get along.

So going to Germany was a very light-hearted thing to do.

…except for this time.

Somehow his heart was pumping crazily, making sitting down still in taxi hard. He kept telling himself that he was only going to visit Gilbert like always., and all hitngs will be normal.

Except he knew it wasn't going to be normal.

A person who should be nervous and scared—Feliciano Vargas—just kept ve-ing once in a while and he was just….still.

How was that even possible? Wasn't he anxious and nervous to meet Germany?

Noticing Francis' stare, Feli smiled at him, making Francis startled. "Ve, something on my face?"

"Uh, non. Nothing," Francis muttered, not being able to face Feli's eyes. He was too scared to see what emotions they contained.

After about 10 minutes of awkward, long silence, Feliciano opened his mouth. "How long till Gilbert's house, Big Brother Francis?"

He said Gilbert's house. Not Ludwig's. Feli was definitely nervous. Scared. Terrified.

…why was Feli hiding his emotions from everyone even from Feliciano himself?

"Germany—Germany—" Lovino sang grumpily stared at the world map. Antonio let out a chuckle and glanced up from the brochure.

They were in a random museum that happened to be in the city. Lovi got bored; like bored—who knew that it was so boring without Feliciano?—so they decided to walk around randomly around the museum. Antonio did suggest going to the movie but Lovnio declined that idea.

They were in the museum, but Lovino was no history lover. As soon as they took a first step in the museum, Lovino collapsed on the bench and grumbled that he was tired.

And of course Antonio didn't mind spending his day sitting on a museum bench. Of course—as long as he was with Lovino.

"Germaaaaaaaany—" it was almost a growl, this time. Antonio, still chuckling, finally asked.

"Why are you grumbling 'Germany'?"

Lovino pouted and looked away, and said something like his brother abandoning him just to go to Germany. But what caught Antonio's attention was his face. His face was still all red from the freezing temperature, even though they've been inside for a while.

Hmm. Weird. It wasn't that cold outside…. Lovino's cheeks should be fine, now…?

…did Russia bring his General Winter with him to Spain or something?

Shivering at that thought, Antonio decided to not to even think about Ivan. Bad luck, bad luck.

But apparently, shivering got Lovino's attention. He glanced at him when he felt the shiver from the Spaniard. "You cold?" he asked.

It was a real simple question, but it was very heart-warming thing for Antonio. Almost enough to forget about Ivan and his Winter friend.

"Lovi, are you worrying about me?" Antonio latterly beamed, his eyes twinkling. This just made Lovino jerk and blush.

"O-of course not. Why would I worry someone like you?" he muttered and looked away from Antonio.

Whyy? Spaniard screamed inside of his mind, whyyyy issss he soooooo cuteeee?

"..y. hey!" Lovino waved his hand in front of Spain and Antonio snapped back into reality.

"…ah. Sorry. What did you say?"

Lovnio scolded. "Gee. Listen when someone is speaking, will you? I said, 'I'm bored, you bastard. Tour me around, you jerk!'"

Tour? Huh, ummm…..

"…and you expect me to know this museum corner by corner because….?" Honestly, he never heard of this museum before.

Lovino's eyes narrowed and glared at Antonio with suspicion. "Don't you live here?"

…shit. Okay, may be he had a house here but that didn't mean he permanently lived here!

All the countries have multiple of houses because their works are all over their territories (Russia especially needed a LOT of spare houses).

"Uh…" Antonio's eyes wondered off from Lovino. Best to avoid this kind of subject.

Lovino just sighed and gestured him to tour him around. Oh, he was a stubborn kid…..

Sigh, I guess I could somehow tour him around since I speak Spanish..? he scratched his head and started to walk, not knowing that Lovino here could speak Spanish, too.

Antonio pointed at the fancy-looking watch. He blurted out, not even making sure if Lovino was listening, "Oh, and this is a watch I used during—" …shit! "I—I—mean, Lovi," he quickly turned around, awkwardly smiling to make excuses….but…..

Lovino wasn't even there.

"Ah…" wow. This was where he should feel stupid, right?

Anyway, where was Lovi?

He wasn't really worried—that would be stupid since Lovino was 17 to 18 years old already, but….

Antonio sure looked like a loner by himself in the city museum.

"Lovi—?" he called out, not too loudly but not quiet enough for the museum voice.

He looked around and he easily found him…..in….

…in the section of War of Spanish Succession.

Lovino was just looking at one artefact that didn't even interesting like a possessed person. Even when Antonio went up to him and waved his hand in front of him, he didn't 'chigi' or 'you bastard' –ed. He just frowned.

"Why are you looking like that?" Antonio finally asked, breaking the silence.

…he really didn't want to ask. War of Spanish Succession wasn't his favourite part of his life.

Lovnio blinked and looked at Antonio as if he just realized he was there. "Oh," he said with confused voice. "I… was just wondering why…"

Wondering?

"—wondering why…" he hesitated and chigi-ed silently.

…? Antonio smiled as he waited for the answer.

Lovino just threw his hands in the air, frustrated. "Forget it. It's a stupid question anyway."

…—erg, now Antonio was super curious.

"No questions are stupid, Lovi," he encouraged him lamely.

Lovino rolled his eyes. "Pff—that's what all the people say…"

He still waited, smiling. Apparently, he annoyed Lovi that way.

Lovnio groaned and stared at him back. "Fine. Just don't laugh at me, 'kay?"

"I wouldn't—I wouldn't—" he said it so cheerfully it almost sounded like a song. Lovino blushed and looked away.

….sigh.

"Well…I was just wondering….why Spain tried to get Italy back…it tried as if it was the most precious thing ever," he murmured as he went back to stare at the item.

—…Ah.

…he couldn't answer that.

—not right now.

"Francis…?" Feliciano murmured the French's name as he grabbed his sleeve. Francis glanced at his hand first and then Feli's face.

Francis had no choice but to worry about him. He could almost see this kid shaking. "Are you okay?"

They were now in front of Lud—well, Gilbert's house. Like, in front of the door. Francis was just going to ring the bell, but then Feliciano grabbed his sleeve, making him pause.

"I'm…I'm….okay, but…" he stared at the door as if he was expecting Ludwig to pop out, but suddenly he shook his head lightly. "…nothing. Never mind."

He let go of his sleeve.

Francis, taking that as a sign to ring the bell, glanced at him once more and pushed the button.

Ding-Dong-

….he could hear the footsteps getting closer to the door and Feli trying to swallow his fear.

Fortunately or unfortunately, it was Gilbert Beilschmidt who opened the door. The door swung open with a powerful force Francis was surprised that their door didn't break yet.

"Kesesesese, well well! Francis!" Gilbert screamed as usual.

…he didn't notice Feliciano yet.

"Ohonhonhonhon. You're yourself as usual," he winked, trying to stay in his character. "Here, a present." He just shoved Gilbert his wine bottle.

"Hm, wine? You never give wine to anyone. Did something hap—" Gilbert raised an eyebrow but paused because he saw someone who wasn't supposed to be here, in this world.

Gilbert's dumb-founded face slowly turned into a smile. "Kesesesese—I heard that you, erg, came back, but I totally thought Francis was making his bad-ass joke!" he smiled and laughed as he padded Feliciano's head.

"Hey, Prussia," Feli's smile disappeared as soon as he realized what he said. "Oh, I heard what happened to your nation…I'm sorry….."

Gilbert kese-ed and waved his hand in the air. Prussian way of saying what the fuck, doesn't matter. Or at least that was what Gilbert told him.

"That was a long time ago…and…."

..

—… "I'm still alive, aren't I?"

..

—!

Francis didn't know what to say, but Feliciano just slowly started to smile.

"Yes…yes. We all are ."

…

…That was when they all heard other footsteps coming down from the stairs.

A/N: I keep try to write fast but... :/ meh, nothing really happened in this chapter... but I wanted to write Big Brother France lol :D

If any of you know details of War of Spanish Sucession, can you guys PM me or something? :'( I'm doing the research but it's just not enough OTL

Thanks for reading3 3 please review and read the next chapter as soon as I upload it;;