A/N: I have returned with another chapter. Yes it would've been here sooner had it not been for my newest younger bro being added to the family. He's so cute~! *clears throat* Anyways here's the story~! Btw, Roma is Feli and Lovi's father in this. Romano, if you may.

Romano: Chibi does not own Hetalia. Even if she wished it so.


'Always being forgotten…' Matthew thought as he stormed down the street.

'Always feeling like a nuisance…' Lovino thought while stomping down the same street.

'Always feeling like a ghost…'

'Always feeling unwanted…'

'Always being ignored...' The two both thought as they bumped into each other.

"Oh…h-hey Lovino." Matthew said, putting on his shy guy act.

"Hello, um, Matthew right?" Lovino asked.

Matthew sighed inwardly.

"Yes, that's my name." The male stated. He was about to snap at the Italian for forgetting his name when he noticed that the other's eyes were downcast.

"What's wrong? You seem so upset right now. More than you usually are."

Lovino laughed bitterly.

"You can tell, eh? Well if you must know, it's because of my stupid brother. I'm so tired of him always getting the attention. I'm always in his damn shadow. I wish I could get back at him…make him pay for everthing."

Matthew was a bit surprised. He knew Lovino envied Feliciano for always catching everyone's eye, but he didn't know that it could anger him so much that he'd want some payback. He knew how Matthew felt, the bitterness of being forgotten. People fawned or paid attention to one brother and the other was just dust in the wind.

He could use Lovino's misery to his advantage. With the Italian's help, he could finally get back at his brother and in return, he'll help Lovino get back at his brother.

"So you'd like to get a little revenge on your bro?" Matthew whispered.

Lovino lifted his eyes to the Canadian's face.

"Yeah, what of it?" he asked cautiously.

Matthew dropped the act revealing a sinister looking face, the scheming smirk sullying his otherwise angelic looking face.

"Well, if you join me, I just may be able to help you in completing that goal."

Lovino stared at Matthew's face stunned as he had no idea that the other man had the capability to look so evil. He wanted to agree but he knew there was a catch. There always was in these deals.

"What do I have to do for you? Don't hand me any of that bullshit. Just be straight with me."

"You're smart. I admire that in a guy," Matthew stated, "alright fine. What I want is revenge on my brother. He always puts me in his shadow too, always causing trouble to which people attack me because of our resemblance and I've wanted to make him feel pure misery like I've felt. That's what I want."

"I understand how you feel. Feliciano makes me feel the same except nobody can mistake us for each other due to me being angrier than him."

"Then do we have a deal?" Matthew put out his hand awaiting the other's reply.

Lovino looked at the hand, almost hesitating, but then remembered his younger brother surrounded by everyone he knew including Antonio who barely even spoke to him nowadays.

He felt rage engulf his entire being and with a nod, he shook the Canadian's hand.

"We have a deal."


-Later that day-

Lovino was a bit worried; he didn't want to step into his home. Not just because Feliciano could possibly be in there. But maybe others might be in there as well, ready to speak with him about his attitude today.

He sort of hoped that was true. It might show that the others perhaps cared about him.

With a weary sigh, he turned the doorknob slowly and pushed the door open, silently praying it wouldn't creak. He stepped into the house, shutting the door in the same order he had opened it and tiptoed to the stairs.

That is, until he heard a voice. Two voices to be in fact.

Lovino poked his head around the wall to see Antonio and Feliciano sitting on the couch, speaking with one another.

"I wonder where Lovi is." Feliciano said.

"I don't know. He seemed pretty mad, maybe it's better if he didn't come home today." Antonio answered.

Lovino felt his heart clench a bit at those words. Antonio didn't want him here because of how he acted. He didn't want him here…

Was it his fault that he was annoyed at being disregarded all the time?

"Maybe you're right. But fratello is important to me, I don't want him hurt. He should come home and tell us exactly what's bugging him." The Italian explained.

Antonio frowned at that comment.

"But he'll never tell Feli. He never wants to. He just keeps his emotions bottled up and holes himself up in his room. I don't know about you, but it's really annoying me. He can be a burden sometimes. I mean, why isn't he like you? You'll tell what's bugging you. You'll never hide it, that's what I like about you. It's too bad Lovi isn't like that."

Lovino broke, tears began to run down his cheeks and he walked out from behind the wall.

"So that's how you fucking feel about me?" He yelled.

The two were startled to see him. Antonio stood up, shock evident on his face.

"L-Lovi? How long were you there?"

"Enough to fucking know how you feel about me, you bastard!"

Antonio paled at that sentence.

Lovino had heard everything.

"I'm a fucking burden? I hole myself up in my room? Who the hell do you think you are? You never knock on my door and ask what's up! You just come here looking for Feliciano. It's always about him!"

"Lovi. I-I never meant-"

"Don't lie to me! I was listening to everything! I heard it all, how you think of me, how you want me to be like him!" He jabbed a shaking finger in his younger brother's direction.

"Fratello…can't we talk about all this? What's upsetting you?" Feliciano asked.

"It's you! It's you damn it!" Lovino replied.

Feliciano took a step back.

'But what did I do?' he asked himself.

Antonio walked slowly to the hysterical Italian before him.

"Lovino. Please just relax. I'm sorry I said all that. I didn't mean to hurt you…"

He gently placed his hands on Lovino's shoulders.

"Don't fucking touch me bastardo!" He screamed.

That finally brought the Italians' father, Roma Vargas dashing down the stairs.

"Hey! What's going on down here?" He asked.

Lovino began to see red. He started shouting in Italian. This pain was his brother's fault. All this pain for all these years was all his fault. He swerved his head to the younger man.

"You! This is all your damn fault! I'll fucking get you back for this!" He screeched.

"Lovino. Calm down. What's the matter?" Roma asked.

He grabbed his oldest son's arm carefully as he had known the man to have angry outbursts like this. But this was different. He looked like he was out for blood.

Lovino yanked his arm out of his father's grip, taking steps back toward the door.

"Lovi! Please stay! I-I want to talk with you, please." Feliciano pleaded.

"Lovi, I'm so sorry. Amor, please stay…" Antonio said, his eyes full of pure guilt and sadness.

"Lovino. Whatever has happened here must've upset you badly. But please figlio mio [1], don't just run out." Roma also pleaded.

Lovino almost stayed, but one last glance at Feliciano settled it. He turned his back on his loved ones and ran out of the house.

-0-0-

He could still hear everyone's begging of him to stay, but he would have none of it. His heart was shattered, a piece broken by each thing Antonio had spoken. He continued to run until his lungs burned and finally stopped at an alleyway.

"I can't believe he would say that…I actually thought he'd care…" He said, tears beginning to dry up.

"Hey you." A voice spoke.

Lovino raised his head to see a man standing before him with a knife glinting evilly in the moonlight pointed towards him.

"What?" He asked annoyed.

"What do you think? Give me all your money right now." The man stated.

Lovino scowled at the man. He was not in the mood for this. He straightened his back and glared at the man.

"And what makes you think I'll do that?"

"What'd you say, you little runt?" The man grit his teeth and slashed at the Italian.

Lovino grabbed the blade; the cut making blood pool in his palm's and drip to the ground.

The man was astonished by how he suddenly just grabbed his knife and allowed Lovino to snatch the knife. The man turned and tried to run but the Italian grabbed his collar and dragged him back into the alley.

"P-Please let me go! I'm sorry! I'll do anything, just let me go!"

"Everyone's always fucking sorry…well guess what? I have no more patience for that." Lovino said gravelly.

With a single slice across the throat, the mugger was silenced forever. With a disgusted scoff, he dropped the body to the ground. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins. He looked at the red liquid coated on the edge of the knife with a crazed grin.

"I finally know what I can do to get back at Feli~"

An ominous laugh filled the night time sky as Lovino began planning his vengeance.


A/N: I'm sorry! I think I rushed too much. Does it suck? I hope it doesn't *wails*

Romano: Stop whining! It's pretty good in my view.

Really? *sniffles*

Romano: Si. You know besides making me kill some mugger and being Higurashi crazy at the end.

I had a craving for someone to die. But I wasn't about to kill Feli or Alfred or anyone yet. A random mugger was my only choice.

Romano: Ah I see. So what's my plan?

*giggles* Soon my cursing Italian…soon. Anyway reviews are loved~!