Another chapter of I Don't Know is here

Thank you to Dogsrule for reviewing my first chapter 8D you are awesome!

This one will probably come out faster than other chapters because we're doing Graduation Exams and this whole week I can write in Comp class X3

As always, I do not own Hetalia, I only own cute little Santo ^^

"What do you mean 'you don't know'?" Lovino asked what the other two were thinking. How could Santo forget his family? The three nations has been alive for centuries and they always remember everyone they'd ever met. Even that one particular boy from when Feliciano was his age; he would never forget him.

Santo shrugged, "Everything I try to remember is just a blur; I remember seeing a person with blond hair, then waking up with that lady you found me with and the city destroyed." He thought for a few more moments before adding, "The only thing I remember about my past is my name, and that blond person."

They all sat in silence for a minute until Feliciano jumped breaking the silence, "Oh, It's already 4:00! We should go back to my house, Santo, before it gets too dark" he looked out the window to see the sun was already setting. Santo slid off of Antonio's lap, the Spaniard had been messing with the little kids' hair, and simply agreed.

"Fratello, make sure you call me when you get home," Lovino, showing his soft side for once, said patting the younger twins' shoulder concluding with, "so I know you got home safe."

"Ok, I will fratello" Feliciano kissed both Antonio and Lovino's cheeks as a farewell and headed out the door holding Santo's hand. They waved and yelled a final "ciao!" to them as they walked out the gate.

"Big brother Feli, where do you live is it a long way away?" Santo had asked after they had walked a few minutes, it was getting even darker and he was frightened of all the shadows they passed. He tried to stand up bravely but the noises and shadows made him jump and hide behind Feliciano's leg.

Feliciano saw he was scared so he decided to pick him up. "I live in Venice; we still have a few miles to go" he noticed that Santo tensed when he heard how far it was, "don't worry fratellino, no one should bother us."

He was too busy comforting the nervous child that he didn't notice that the sidewalk crumbled into a large pot hole that was about the size of a car. He stepped into nothingness and plummeted into the darkness of the hole. They both screamed as they fell. Feliciano immediately covered Santo's head to prevent any injuries to his new little brother.

Once they hit ground, they kept rolling down the steep hill that was formed there. Feliciano's head kept getting hit by jutting rocks making him cry many painful noises. His clothes had been ripped at places, some spots getting shredded by the rough texture of the ground. He gave a painful gasp as they finally stopped by hitting his head on the rocky bottom. He sat up for a moment, a painful stare on his face. Santo looked up at him noticing his head and various other places were bleeding, "F-Feli?" He asked petrified. Feliciano's grip on him released letting him slide out of his arms then he collapsed.

Santo, who was uninjured from their traumatic fall, crawled towards the Italian nation. He was still breathing but the young child was terrified that he would die from blood loss. He knew of death, though it upset him every time he thought of it. He started sobbing while clutching onto Feliciano's beaten arm.

"Why!" He screamed to no one. Who would hear anyway?

"Why do you take everyone I love away from me?" Memories started to flood back to him, just pictures with no names.

He thought of the nice blond man that use to take care of him, and the lady he stayed with during the war. Of his funny little brown terrier who danced under his feet while he ate at the table, and her sweet green-eyed tabby that would sleep next to him at night. He remembered the man leaving, telling him he'd come back and that the lady will take care of him. Then of her death; of being caught in the cross fire of an Allied forces and Axis powers shoot out; being shot through the arm.

Santo kept remembering various things that had happened in his life. The good and the bad memories rushing to him like a wild river making him start cry, and laugh, become angry and sometimes happy. Then one memory of a picture came back.

Wait that picture.

That one picture the blond showed him when he was 2. It was of a little copper-haired girl that had one curl coming out of her head. She wore a green dress with a white apron that was tied on the back and a white bonnet-like hat. She was sweeping in a room but had looked up for a second to stare at something, Santo guessed it was the man as a child (because the picture looked old), and was smiling widely with her eyes closed and her head slightly tilted in greeting.

He looked back down to Feliciano. Each time he took a breath he shuddered and it would start to stagger sometimes. Santo wondered about the girl while looking at his face. Could the girl actually be Feliciano? He vigorously shook his head and muttered, "Feli is a boy not a girl, that girl could never have been him."

For a while, Santo sat in silence. Nothing made a sound other than Feliciano's shaky breathing. It had gotten really dark so Santo curled up next to Feliciano, hugging him tightly like the darkness was going to consume him. He would cry for a few minutes afraid of every little thing around them, then stop, and then cry more. Until at last his tears swallowed him into a deep sleep.

Lovino was pacing the floor waiting for Antonio to come back. Feliciano never called him last night and he was worried for his brothers' safety. Hopefully he hadn't been hurt, or even worse been killed. He stopped, eyes growing big as plates. Or even worse than that, Francis could have kidnapped his little brother. He shuddered at the thought of the perverted Frenchman.

"I'm here Lovi, what's wrong?" Antonio worriedly said as he barged through the door running straight into the pacing Italian sending them both into a very awkward position.

Lovino looked at Antonio's face, his own growing as red as his tomatoes. The Spaniard was right on top of him with a surprised look on his face, it slowly turned into a smirk as he realized how they would look if anyone were to walk in. They only stayed there for a second after his smirk fully formed as Lovino, even more annoyed and slightly embarrassed at what he did, pushed him off and before standing up he, pretty much, smacked the smirk off of his face.

"You annoying tomato bastard, why did you do that?" he asked as Antonio sat up while rubbing the spot Lovino hit him. He looked up and innocently whined, "You said you needed help and I thought you were hurt or something by the way you sounded on the phone." Lovino sighed and patted his head like he was a little sad dog after getting scolded for chewing on something.

He shook his head and told him, "It's not me that needs help; it's Feliciano he never called me last night"

Antonio rose and stood close to Lovino. He gave him a few reassuring pats on the back and said, "he's probably home" he gave a small chuckle and shrugged, "you know how Feliciano is, him and Santo probably went straight to sleep when they got home; you know I bet Feli could sleep through a hurricane if he wanted to."

Lovino nodded but still argued like a worried brother should, "can we still go check on them, just in case?" Antonio nodded before glomping Lovino, "aw you're such a good brother Lovi!" Lovino simply narrowed his eyes but let the Spaniard hug him while he led them outside. Well it was more like Lovino dragging Antonio with him.

Yay for Spamano and brotherlyness! XD

That part with Spain and Romano was so fun and making Roma all embarrassed like that XD this one was just so fun to write.

So got into the plot a little in the next chappie more shall happen but for now

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