A/N: I am so sorry for taking forever on this.
And it is only a thousand word half chapter, too.
But it is Labor Day weekend which means I get three days off of school, so I will probably be able to write a much better chapter to follow this one up.
Also, I am so sorry for what happens with Feliciano in this chapter, but I have noticed I enjoy being cruel towards him, Gilbert, and Francis.
Quick reminder that I do not happen to own Hetalia.
Feliciano had stopped.
Completely and utterly stopped.
He could not function anymore, not after... everything.
Bullies.
His grandfather disappearing.
Not to mention the never ending shock of being a country.
None of it was good. He had tried so incredibly hard to hold out.
But Feliciano wasn't very strong. And he practically collapsed when it happened. When he gave up. Not like he died. But like. He didn't care?
He had decided to sleep because he seriously preferred dreaming to being awake. Because asleep he didn't have to deal with his life.
The day he had learned about his grandfather's disappearance he cried for hours, Ludwig comforting him first, and then eventually Lovino came, took one look at the couple, promptly kicked Ludwig out of his own room, and then hugged his younger brother, much to Feliciano's appreciation of the effort, though it didn't make him feel much better.
The following day Feli had dragged himself through a day of school, only to find a crushing reality when he was done for the day.
Every trouble he had as a country, every thing that bothered him now, crashed down on him all at once. He had been able to ignore everyone and everything that had gone horribly wrong in her life, however...
Once he had gotten reborn as a kid or whatever it had not done well for his emotional strength when he became an over emotional twelve year old and got stuck with both those historical problems and now his person life problems.
The next day he didn't move from his bed and Ludwig didn't try to make him leave, even though normally he had to pick the small Italian up and drag him to the first class. And maybe the second.
But Ludwig was really good at understanding that he didn't want to do anything. Maybe the screaming and sobbing helped in convincing Ludwig that Feliciano was not ready to do anything once he got over the newest blow to his plummeting lifestyle.
He didn't move all day, only hiding under his Italian flag covers (it had seemed cool at the time, but now it was cruelly ironic) and sobbing.
And that was all he did the next day, and the next day, only moving to pee or get water.
Until apparently Ludwig was done with his wallowing.
And he didn't JUST make him get up. He made Feli's closest to parental figures from when he was a very small country be the ones to get him up. Which happened to be Elizabeta and Roderich.
Elizabeta marched into his room on the third day, with Roderich following behind, looking continually bored and aristocratic. Feliciano burrowed deeper into his covers, not wanting to deal with anything, because then he would acknowledge that his grandfather was...
"Hey, hey Feli? We are all really worried about you, and can you please come eat something? Maybe pasta?" Feliciano heard Elizabeta's voice whisper and felt her pat his back.
He shifted, and, for the first time in his life he said, "No I don't want any pasta."
He heard a girly gasp which he assumed was from Roderich.
"Feliciano, this isn't at all like you, you being sad, or not wanting pasta, any of it, it isn't like you. You need to bounce back," Roderich said to him.
Feliciano sat up and saw them both staring at him. He shook his head, and would have started crying again if he wasn't completely dry of tears. "I can't do this. I can't do any of this. I couldn't really deal with it just as a kid, but now as a country? I just... And my grandfather... And everyone... I just can't do it."
Elizabeta sat next to him and pulled his head onto her shoulder, "But everyone needs you Feli... you are Italy."
"No," Feliciano whispered, curling against her, "Lovino is also Italy. And he actually has the capital on his side. He doesn't need me."
"He does really need you. Everyone does. You hold us together," Roderich said, much more gently than usual.
Feliciano just started sobbing, while the other two hugged him.
Ludwig walked awkwardly into the room before smiling and running off, making Feliciano briefly wonder what he was doing.
Mere minutes later he heard a much louder than normal sound of footsteps coming down the hall.
Then through the door came a crowd of all of his friends, Alfred, who looked sadder than normal, and more serious, Matthew, Gilbert, Lovino, who immediately declared "I was worried about you, damn idiot", Antonio, Francis, Kiku, Arthur, and finally Ludwig, all filing into Feli's room and standing around his bed, all giving him a group hug.
Feliciano smiled at them, trying to hide that he still wasn't feeling very well, when finally Matthew dragged him out from the group of people all talking at once and said quietly, "Hey, I know you probably aren't feeling completely better, eh? Well I kind of... know a good psychologist that can help you out. I have sort of noticed you have... anxiety or depression. And I have anxiety, and think it might help, okay?"
Feliciano hugged him and made a vague attempt at smiling. "Ve~ okay, grazie for the advice! I think I will and can't wait until I get back to... feeling normal," he turned to the rest of the group and said, pulling at his dirty pajamas, "And I am very hungry, so if we could go get pasta or pizza after I shower that would be fun! So, just give me about half an hour, okay guys?"
All of his friends left, and Feliciano began cleaning himself off, and making a. Promise to himself to ask Matthew about the psychologist or doctor or whoever it was.
And he hoped he would stop feeling horrible soon.
A/N: I am currently infected with writers block, and therfore stuck with plot on what I want to happen next.
So, please comment what you would think would be a good plot idea, or just comment on the story in general, with reviews or advice or anything!