Another two-for-one bonus, each featuring one of the Italies.

... I apologise in advance for the crap writing. I wrote both of these whilst mildly blocked.

Both are K (shocking, I know). Only warnings are somewhat depressing, crap writing, and use of "Human Names". A little (and I do mean little) hint of Mafia!Romano in the second.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia. I am making no money off this - the only profit I'm getting is your reviews, however sparse they may be.

LII: Deep in Thought

Characters/Pairings:

Italy, mentions of Holy Roman Empire and Germany

Genre:

Angst? Romance? Ugh. There's no good category for this.

Feliciano stares out the window, uncharacteristically quiet for once.

It's around this time of year – the season where Holy Roman Empire left and never came back, all those years ago – that he starts to get reflective.

He wonders what his first love would think of him now, finally allied with his – replacement? Reincarnation? Whatever Germany was to the Holy Roman Empire.

He wonders for what seems like the millionth time if Ludwig was actually Holy Roman Empire, without any memories of being so. The two were so much alike it was scary sometimes.

Maybe he was just being stupid, thinking that Ludwig could possibly be his childhood love.

It couldn't hurt to dream, though, could it?

XXXIII: Expectations

Characters/Pairings: Romano, mentions of Italy, Spain, and Germany

Genre: General. I don't know where the hell this goes.

There were certain things that Lovino had come to expect on a day-to-day basis – a shot of espresso (or five) when he got up in the morning, followed by breakfast over the paperwork Feliciano forgot to do. If he had time, he'd get some drawing done; if not, lunch followed that, which was usually interrupted by a combination of Feliciano, Feliciano and the stupid potato bastard, or Stupid Boss Spain. His siesta was promptly at three, and lasted until 4:30 (most of the time), with absolutely no interruptions. Ever.

He anticipated for there to always be a large supply of pasta in the cupboards, and that there would always be a fresh supply of tomatoes readily available for his consumption.

There were things Lovino expected to have, and if those things weren't around, somebody was gonna get themselves shot.

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