Author note: Hey guys long time no post, I am so so so sorry about the fact I haven't posted in forever, I have had so much work to do and I still do, admittedly I did forget about this little fanfiction and I have been working on others that I will hopefully be posting soon.

Anyway here is a short and probably grammatically terrible piece to tide everyone over until I can fine tune it and let everyone know that I am still alive. So I also apologise for that. I shall be trying to post more as I need the practice since I want to do a creative writing course for university so yeah I am hoping my writing will start coming along faster.

I promise after this chapter the writing will be better, this was a little rushed.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, not Hetalia or it's characters (if I did every pairing would be cannon)
Warnings: Just a few swears I think

Anyway enjoy~

Darkness that's all there was. Blank, empty darkness. "What the hell you pasta loving asshole? We had a deal!" Yelling as loud as he could Luciano's voice echoed through the void. Walking around Luciano growled in annoyance, where was that damn personality? With a sigh he rubbed his eyes with one hand and changed tactics. "Feli, buddy, I wasn't going to hurt that muscle brained idiota, now how about you let me out of here and wake up." "Luci you need to be nice to him, he's our superior." Speaking quietly from the shadows Feliciano tried to make him see that they wouldn't be making Germany happy by insulting him. "Superior my ass. We are inferior to no one Feli!" Spinning around to find him Luciano slowly began walking around again, listening intently as he tried to find the other Italian. "I-I meant in rank Luci, please at least try okay?" Pleading Feliciano moved quickly but quietly, avoiding Luciano completely. "Just try Luci" Speaking softly Feli ran out of the shared space, giving Luciano the chance to wake up.

Opening his maroon eyes Luciano looked around before clutching his head in pain. He hated when Feliciano forced his way into their mind making them pass out. Getting up he remembered what happened. He was following that German jarhead and then he passed out. He must of carried him up to here. "Urgh my head's fucking killing me" Groaning he got up not wanting to face Germany just yet. After getting dressed with what he assumed where actually Italy's clothes... 'why the hell does he have so many over here anyway?' he went out of the room to find Ludwig.

"Oi! Testa di cazzo, where the hell are you hiding?" Calling out he wondered aimlessly. Hearing the faint sound of rain outside. The smell of freshly cooked food came from the kitchen, which appeared to be behind him he walked there slowly, hoping to find the German there. "Good your cooking and I'm starving" Spotting the back of his head he walked in with his head held high. As he sat at the counter he leant back against the chair putting his legs up onto it. Ludwig looked behind himself and frowned at the fact Italy wasn't back to normal.

"Your still here I see"

"Yes I am so nya, I'm not going that easily" Sticking his tongue out at him he tried to see what Ludwig was cooking. "Hey there's food for me too right?"

"Yes, and get your feet off the counter gott verdammt" Turning he hit the other's legs from the counter before starting to finish the food he was cooking, hopefully a little bit of pasta might coax the other Italian out of his mind.

"Sooooo what is it jarhead?" Putting his feet down he leant over it, staring at the back of Ludwig's head with crimson eyes. It smelled good whatever it was. Not answering the German dished the food, more or less slamming the plate in front of Italy with a glare. He did not like this, this wasn't his Italy, the Italy he cared for. "Ohhh temper temper" Picking up his fork he dug straight into the meal, humming happily at how good it was. It was funny how similar the dissimilar personalities could actually be. With a slight chuckle at this fact Ludwig started to eat his own with indifference. He never was too fussed on the carbohydrates but well he'd grown to like it.

Soon finishing Luciano pushed the plate away with a satisfied sigh. Turning he frowned at the rain outside. It really was tipping down out there, hopefully it wouldn't mean- Getting cut out of his thoughts suddenly by a flash of lightening outside the Italian yelled and quickly hid beneath the counter, or well under as much as he could have hid under it. The power went out as the flash went past their window causing Luciano to cover his ears and close his eyes. Dammit! He was meant to be the strong one, the one without any fear, any weakness. With his teeth grit together he faintly heard the familiar sound of Feliciano telling him to go to Ludwig, to go to the place that no matter what happened he felt safe in. His arms.

Surprised by the sudden yell Ludwig felt a small slither of hope rise in his chest as he noticed the cowardice displayed by Italy. Had he been scared back to normal? Let that be true, please. Rising from his seat he leant down to check on him as another bolt of lightning struck. No the crimson eyes were still there but yet there was still a hint of the Feliciano's presence surrounding him. "You're not scared of a little lightening are you?" Unable to stop the smile Ludwig chuckled a little at the 'big brave' Italian before him now a shivering, scared kid.

"N-No, why are you asshole?" Spitting back at him he tried to weakly glare at him. He was never going to admit this weakness to that bastard, he needed to show him he was strong, and he wasn't going to be fazed by a little bit of rain. With the thunder roaring and another lightening strike he clamped his hands over his ears and tried to curl up as small as possible. It almost made the German feel sorry for him, his sole purpose in life was to make Feli look strong, and brave. He felt the compulsive need to be fearless in every single situation possible, he never allowed himself to be helped.

"Hmph You know it is okay to be scared" Frowning over at him he tried to coax him from the hiding spot knowing that he'd never get any comfort from being under there.

"It's not! I'm not scared now leave me alone before I make you" Snapping at him he glared, he was fine where he was there was no need for some dumbass soldier telling him that it was okay to be scared. As the closest lightening strike hit his body moved on its own and he lunged forward, seeking comfort from the larger male. Ludwig, having been used to many years of the Italian throwing himself to him out of the blue reacted quickly and caught him in a tight hug. Immediately he began to try to calm him by whispering positive statements such as "It's okay" and "It's not going to hurt you". It was weird doing such a thing for someone that wasn't Feliciano but he had managed to pick up a few tricks and techniques that seemed to work. A light growl came from Luciano's throat as Feliciano kept control of his body and made him stay in his arms, it was nice and calming but it showed him as weak and pathetic. "Ja, Ja" Nodding Ludwig went to let go of him when he noticed that he held on even tighter. Rolling his eyes he picked the Italian up and began walking to his bedroom since the power was out there was not much point in them staying up late, especially when they had a world meeting in the morning.

"Mmh Luddy?" Moving his head to face him a hazel eyed Italian peered over at him, tears starting to form in his eyes.

"Ja what is it no-" Noticing the change of tone Ludwig looked at him and saw the eyes had changed again. It was Feli! "Hmph welcome back Italien" With a slight smile he opened the door to his room, placing him lightly on the bed before getting in himself. The brunet unhappy with the fact that he had to let him go for a moment.

"Lu-Ludwig it's scary" Mumbling into his chest Feliciano nuzzled up to him closer he whimpered a little as he felt Luciano trying to break out of their mind again.

"I know Feli, just go to sleep ja? The storm will be gone by morning" Holding him tightly as if physically holding him will mentally stop him from going away. Closing his eyes with a sigh he felt Italy relax in his arms and assumed he had fallen asleep, it had been a rather taxing day for him. Sighing he closed his eyes as well, remembering that he must get up early tomorrow and do the washing up before they left for the meeting tomorrow. With the Italian scared of the storm he had forgotten to clear it all up. With that thought still playing on his mind he slowly fell asleep, unaware of the fighting going on in the brunets head.

Well that's all for now guys, sorry it's short and isn't really fantastic but hey better than nothing. I promise my next chapter will be better. I'm not making any promises on when the next update will be, but it won't be as long as it was for this chapter. Anyway I'd appreciate a review on how I can possibly better my writing. Thanks for reading everyone and please don't hate me ^w^