"Oh no…what am I going to do? Where did that little nation go?" Malicia stood by the window looking out. She shook her head and trembled slightly. What the hell would she tell Spain when he found out the child had run away?
Romano had wandered away and found himself past the mansion gates, and into town. He had been there many times with his brother. He held his head down, and pouted. He would never be able to go into town with just his brother again. Now he would have to be accompanied with his little brother. How he loathed him. He decided that he was going to find someone new to live with…but he had to make sure they did not have a child with them. He wanted a grown up nation all to himself. A new big brother.
As he walked he looked around, and saw many interesting people. This was very different than being in the town with his brother. But being by himself he wondered now, as he walk around, if it was such a good idea.
Back in Spain's house, Antonio and Feliciano were playing and found themselves outside. Had Spain been outside a few minutes ago, he would have seen his little brother Lovino run into town. The little Feli ran around, laughing uncontrollably. He had not had this much fun since he was with his dear Grandfather. He ran in circles, chased birds, and then latched on to Spain's legs. The elder nation looked down, and just laughed.
"You are a silly and happy little nation aren't you?" He leaned down and lifted the child into his arms, kissing him gently on the cheek. Italy grabbed at Spain's neck, and held him, nuzzling close.
"Si' big brother! I am having so much fun…and…and I want to have fun with my other brother!" The boy looked at the man with his large amber eyes. He smiled and giggled. Spain just sighed.
"Ah little one…we will have fun, but Romano was naughty, so he will play later. In the meantime, why don't we go ahead and take a stroll into town, and then we will buy some delightful things okay?"
The child nodded furiously. He held on closer, and the two walked through the garden and walked towards the path into town. They had walked a little further, when Malicia called outside from the door. Spain turned his head and squinted his eyes.
"Tonio', Tonio'…I need to tell you something!" She yelled to him, and looked worried, but Spain thought it was most likely nothing. Perhaps Lovino was giving her a hard time. He waved on, as he was far from the door, and shouted back to her.
"Is okay Mali, we will be back, just restrict Romano to his room, seriously, we will be back in a little while." He waved back at her, before she could even get any other words out.
Staying back, there was nothing she could do, if she followed after the two nations, Spain would think she is abandoning little Lovino, so she had no choice but to go back to the house, and hope that the little boy would show up.
Looking around at all the strange people, Romano became quite frightened. He looked over to a bread cart, and noticed another little boy staring at him. The child who looked the same age as himself, had blond hair, and blue eyes. He the nation of Canada, was clinging firmly to the tail coat of a larger nation talking to the female attending the cart. The elder nation looked familiar. He had shoulder length blond hair, much like the little nation he was with, and a charm about him. Alongside, stood yet another adult nation. This one was smirking, and shaking his head. He had a head of silver, and a gleam in his red eyes.
Creeping slowly, Italy walked over to the little boy with the blond hair, and he stared.
"Hi…um…hello…my name is Lovino." The little nation held out his hand, and waited. The other little nation bit back on his lip, looked up at the older nation he was with, and then back to Italy. He held out his little hand.
"Bonjor…my name is Mathieu. I am here with Mon Papa." He tugged more persistently on the nation's coat, until the man looked down.
"Non, Non, Mattie…Papa is talking…now behave yourself…" The blond continued talking to the female, and the silver haired nation. Little Canada became quite impatient.
"Papa! Papa! But look a friend…I have a friend, and he is little like me and…" The boy was silenced by a stare from his father, and he immediately hushed up. Then the elder nation looked down to Romano, and then looked to his other nation friend.
"Hmmm…look Gilbert…we 'ave a new little friend 'ere." The blond nation who was also known as France knelt down to Lovino. The other silver one, Prussia, did the same. "'Ello, 'Ello little one…my name is Francis…and this is Gilbert. And I see you 'ave already met my little Mattie."
Italy looked at the three, and he backed away a little. He was not scared, but the meeting of new nations. He swayed back and fourth and then dug his little shoe into the pavement. Gilbert then leaned forward and reached out a hand to the child, grabbing Lovino's shoulder.
"Hey, hey little kid…not a talker are ya?" He laughed, and Italy looked up with a glare, shaking the hand off his shoulder, and huffed.
"Get your hands off me! And…and I talk…I talk all the time, and…" He paused when he saw France stand back up taking Canada's hand, and Prussia seemed aghast.
"Hey now…don't be like that kid…I was just trying to make conversation…and…" He looked around, and noticed the whole time the boy was by himself. "Are you alone?"
"Um yes…but I can take care of myself!" Romano yelled back at Prussia who just smiled, and winked at France.
"By yourself eh? Well then…I suppose we should just let you be alone then." Turning to France, he motioned for them to be on their way. "Come Francis…we should probably be on our way, you know, I think there is some lunch prepared at my home." He walked away, and France nodded, he then grabbed Matthew's hand.
"Come Mon petit…its time to go, say Au Revoir to your new friend." He pulled on the child's hand, but Canada halted.
"Non, Papa! What about Lovino…what is he going to do? He can't be alone." The child released his grip from France, and ran back to Italy and grabbed hold of the child's hand. Italy did not stop him, and stood by the other little nation.
France sighed and looked over to Prussia. He then walked back over to the boys, and looked down, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Alright, alright." He directed the question to Italy. "Little one, would 'ou like to come to 'ze 'ouse of Monsieur Gilbert?"
Gilbert looked to Francis and grimaced a little. He was not used to being around children, not even when he himself was a boy with his brother Germany. He scratched the back of his head, and leaned him closer to France.
"Eh…really? Not only do I have to deal with your brat, I have to deal with this one?" Gilbert breathed in deep, but was suddenly shocked as France slapped him across the face.
"Fool! "ow dare you call my Mon Petit Mathieu a brat. He is my sweet little cherub croissant. Hmph!" The nation looked back down to Romano who was suddenly afraid. "Now little one, you look awfully familiar…who do you stay with?"
Little Italy grabbed hold of Canada's little hand, and looked around with worry. He was sure if he said where he was from, they would take him back, and Spain would surly give him a very hard spanking…maybe even with the switch. He gulped and shook his head.
"Um…um…no one…I don't have a family, I am alone!" The boy pouted, and both adult nations looked at one another, bewildered. They knew something was up, but it might take a little more than talking to convince the child. Maybe perhaps bribing with sweets.
Antonio and Feliciano walked, and it would be a little while until they were in the town, so the elder nation did not want to tire out the child, so he picked him up, and held the boy on his back. The child smiled and laughed, looking around as they walked. Spain felt so lucky to have both his brother's under his control. He sort of frowned though as he thought, because had Lovino behaved better, he would be able to attend their jaunt into the town, and perhaps have some sweets. Never the less, he shrugged it off, the boy would cool down, and stay in his room, maybe Malicia would give him some lunch later, and they would be back in no time.
Back at Spain's mansion, Belgium had to keep herself calm. She was alone in the mansion, and decided to make the best of her time. She walked to her room that she sometimes stayed in and went to her wardrobe. Changing out of her clothing, she decided on taking a long, and hot shower. Get her mind off things for a little while.
Arriving at Prussia's home, the four nations walked in. The walking had tuckered out little Canada, and France held him in his arms, but Lovino's eye's widened as they walked into the house. The boy had never really been in another nation's home, having been promised that one day, his brother would take him one of these days, but those were promises long broken. And with his little brother now staying with them, shared time was not something he wanted to deal with. Looking over to Prussia, France spoke quietly.
"Gilbert, I am going to put Mon Petit Mathieu down in your guest room for a nap, and then I will be out to join you." He held the boy close, kissing him on the top of the head, and talking to him softly. "Viennent ma douce. D'être avec vous."
Prussia nodded, slightly not really caring. He watched the two walk to the room, and then he turned his attention back to the small nation.
"Awesome place right?" He grinned, his red eyes glistening. I finally got my own place after staying with my Bruder, and then staying with that Gott forsaken Austria for such a long time. Eh, but it was just as well…he had little brats at his house too." Leaning down, he pat the boy on the head. "Heh…one of them even looked like you." Standing back up, he walked over to his decanter of whiskey, and popped it open.
Lovino gasped slightly, and hearing the nation speak about another nation looking like him, he scoffed.
"Hmppph…that is my little brother, or so my big brother 'Tonio says, but he is just being a big jerk, and I don't even want to see him…that's why I ran away and…" The boy suddenly put his hand to his mouth, hiding everything that he had said. He looked up at Prussia who was just holding his glass in his hand and looking at the child.
France had come out of the room, and shook his head, sentimental at the thought of his precious little Matthew. He looked to the two, and saw that nothing was being said. Prussia cleared his throat, and motioned for the other grown nation. Sensing something strange, France walked over, and joined his comrade. Prussia pulled on France's waist coat, and pulled him close.
"Hey, what 'iz 'ze meaning of 'dis Gilbert?" He released himself, but Prussia whispered to him semi loudly.
"The little kid is Antonio's brother Frances. I think he ran away…seriously, we need to do something."
Scratching the side of his head, France looked over to the boy. Romano had a sour look on his face. He was slightly angry and now did not want to be a part of this house that wanted to make his older brother known of his whereabouts. Scoffing while the two other nations talked, the boy began to stomp out, and away from them.
"Wait! Wait Petit Lovino! Come, you mustn't! You 'ave got to stay!" He walked to the boy, and grabbed him, holding him tightly, the adult nations did not want the child to escape, they needed to get a hold of Spain, and let him know that the boy was safe.
Antonio walked around, holding Feliciano's hand. They approached a sweets cart, and he looked to the boy.
"Would you like some candy? I know you have been a good little nation, and candy doesn't hurt much. Just eh, don't tell Malicia that I let you have candy so early, she would be most displeased with me." The little nation looked up, and with a smile, he nodded furiously.
"Si, Si, Si!" the boy hopped up and down. He grabbed at Spain's shirt, and was very excited.
In the town, there was much to do. Even Austria, who was very busy with his work, and music, had to go into town. He was strolling along, when he decided to drop by and pay a visit to Prussia, because sometimes he liked to torture himself. He walked to the door, and knocked. Standing there, he heard some talking, and then waiting, the door finally opened. Prussia stood there with a slight smile.
"Ah…Roddy…hmmmm, very interesting that you are here. Kind of strange, what's up?"
"Hello there Gilbert…nothing really, just thought I would stop by and say good afternoon. Um…am I interrupting something?" He adjusted his glasses and went to walk in, but Prussia held a hand back.
"Uh…well you see, Francis is here, and we have a bit of a situation…and well…" Gilbert was cut off by a loud yell.
"LET ME GOOOOOOOOO!" The voice of Lovino screamed through Prussia's house, and this alarmed Austria thinking there was foul play going on, he quickly brushed past Gilbert, and ran up the steps.
Arriving up the steps, he saw France holding Lovino by the arm, while on the other hand, trying to hush a very upset and irritable Canada. Italy had woken him up.
"Calm down, calm down Mon Petit…it's okay, its just…"
"What in damnation is going on here France, who in…." Austria stormed in, looking directly at the child who France had in his grips. The child looked alarmingly like Feliciano. So much so, that he walked over, rolling back his sleeves, prepared to deliver a chastisement if need be, but he stopped…because the child had a glare, something that Feliciano never had shown.
France turned around, releasing the boy, and Gilbert ran up the steps, out of breath. Matthew was taken up into his Papa's arms, and looked down with tears in his eyes, sniffing back. With all the commotion slightly lessened, Austria turned back to the boy.
"Feliciano? It…it isn't you is it?" He stared, and the child suddenly shouted.
"NO ITS NOT FELICIANO!" He stamped his little foot, and crossed his arms over his chest. Backing away, he responded again. "My name is Lovino Romano Vargas!" He looked to all the adult nations looking down at him.
Austria looked over to Prussia and France and shook his head in a questionable manner.
"I don't understand, why is he here with you two? I thought he was living with Spain." He walked closer, keeping a distance safe from the boy, but still being as stern as he was, wanting an answer. He knelt down. "Little Lovino Vargas…did you run away from Antonio? Hmmm? Does he know you are here?"
"Papa…Papa…I want to be let down, and I want…" France pat Canada on the bottom, causing him to slightly whimper.
"Non little one…be quiet…I need to listen." He held the child tightly, and watched Austria.
Italy did not respond, because Austria frightened him, and well…Austria frightened a lot of nations. With nothing more than a whimper, Roderich stood up and walked from the boy. Shaking his head, he looked to the other nations, and cleared his throat.
"I must be on my way gentleman. I will see to it that little Lovino's whereabouts are told to Spain. You will take heed, and keep him here, otherwise he will go off and be a little terror in town."
The only response he got from Prussia and France were shakes of the head, and a gulp from Canada. Turning back to the stubborn little Italian, Austria shook his finger, wavering a warning.
"And as for you little one…I wouldn't be surprised if Spain thrashes the daylights out of you for running away! How very naughty, and foolish of you young man!"
Turning around, he walked and left out the door. Lovino just stood…and he was a little angry nation. Prussia saw Austria to the door, while France swayed back and fourth with his little one. Canada was calming down. Exiting outside, Austria said a few things to Prussia.
"Alright then…I will see about getting a hold of Antonio. Gilbert, it wasn't that long ago that he went and apprehended Italy from me. I suppose he'll be surprised to see me, but whatever. Anyhow, Lebewohl Prussa!"
The nation hastily walked out, and down the street. Little Feliciano was enjoying some of the candy that Spain had purchased. They were sugar drops, and he ate them with glee. Smiling down, and grabbing a hand, he began to walk. The two strolled the walks, and Spain looked up and saw a familiar nation.
Austria walked as well, and it seemed like he had noticed Spain as well, because the two were approaching him. Italy even smiled, as his time at Austria's wasn't all that bad. Walking to the two, he smiled, and readjusted his spectacles, and then held out a hand to Spain.
"Antonio…very, very good to see you."
"Likewise Roderich…and what brings you into town today?" The nation looked down to his little brother, and then back to the Austrian.
"Ah well…actually a bit of strange and alarming news. Um…Spain…I see that you are out and about with little Feliciano…but tell me, where is Lovino this fine day?"
"Well…Lovino was a bit mischievous today, and he is being punished at home. Belgium is at home with him, and I thought I would take my other little brother out, and it seems like he is having a wonderful day."
Shaking his head, Austria needed to see that Spain was aware. He had a look on his face, and Spain saw it. Slightly curios now, he leaned down to the child.
"Feliciano, you stay right there and eat your candy, I need to talk to Mister Austria." He let go of the child's hand, who was happy just staying put. The child then sat down in a little pile, licking his sweets. Spain walked over. "What is it man? Tell me…"
"Antonio…your little Lovino is in the house of Prussia. He has run away, and is now causing quite the display of atrocious behavior from what I had seen, being that I was just there for a small visit."
"No…um no Roderich…he is at home, he is being punished at my home…and…" The nation looked into the eyes of Austria, and he knew the man was being honest. "Oh no! I must retrieve him!"
He ran over to Feliciano and quickly bent down and grabbed the child up in his arms. The boy suddenly jerked his head back, and whined.
"Come on Feli…we have got to go, and get that little…ugh…that little brat!" He said the last words with his mouth clenched. Walking, he looked over his shoulder. "Thank you Austria…thank you very much!"
The two ran, and soon arrived at Prussia's home. Inside, France who was still holding Canada looked down as he watched Lovino having a fit on the floor. The boy was upset because he had wanted to leave now, because he knew Austria would tell on him. Prussia was trying to calm the boy down, but being that he was never around children, he was not sure of what to say.
"Ugh…listen…um…hey, kid…you need to calm down, and…WHOA!" Prussia was suddenly hit with one of the little nation's shoes. Romano was not having this. "HEY! You little brat, stop throwing your shoes at me!" This caused the second shoe to get tossed and hit him in the head.
"No! You can't tell me what to do, and…and…"
"ENOUGH LOVINO ROMANO VARGAS!" Said a loud booming voice. The boy looked over and his eyes grew wide with fright. Prussia rubbed at his head, and saw Spain standing in the doorway, with little Feliciano standing behind him, holding on to the nation's pants. Shaking a finger, much like what Austria had done, the nation sternly spoke to the boy. "You have a lot to explain little brother…"