A/N: Yayy fourth chapter! This story is probably not going to be many more chapters long… so yeah.

Onward with the story!

I don't own Hetalia~

Italy awoke in an empty bed. Usually, he would wake up and Germany would be there, even if he was already awake. Italy didn't like being alone, and he began to wonder where Romano was.

Then, he heard a sudden boom coming from outside. He jumped, and clutched some blankets that had pooled down to his waist. Gentle pitter-patter sounds tapped on the windows.

Italy glanced at the clock on the wall. It was very early in the morning. Three AM.

Where was Romano? Italy thought, squinting his eyes to see in the dark room. Another bang of thunder. "Romano…!" Italy whined, clinging to the bed sheets. A flash of lightning, followed by a loud clap of thunder.

"Romano!" Italy cried, now hiding under the sheets.

But no Romano came.

"Romanoooo!" Italy cried louder, tears starting to come down his face. "Romano!"

Said Italian burst through the bedroom door, looking panicked.

"Veneziano, what's wrong?" Romano frantically tried to comfort his younger brother. Italy hiccupped, and hugged Romano tightly, finally feeling safe that his brother was back.

"I go to the bathroom, and you start crying your eyes out the second I leave the room!" Romano said, letting his brother hug him. For once, he let it slide because he was worried for his brother.

"You need to go back to sleep." Romano said sternly. Italy laid back down, and let Romano bring the covers up to his chin.

"Fratello…" Italy said.

"Yes, Italy?"

"Will you lie with me? I don't like thunder storms, and when I sleep at Germany's house, he always lies with me."

"Uh, yeah sure- wait, WHAT?"

"Yay~!" Italy said, pulling his brother down next to him, ignoring that last outburst.

The next morning, Romano woke Italy up at seven-fifteen. He was trying to get his brother to hurry up and get dressed, claiming they had to go somewhere.

Italy had asked for pasta, but Romano said no and shoved him out the door. When Italy asked where they were going, Romano refused to answer.

Eventually, they pulled up to a white building that Italy never seen before in his life. Romano pulled him out of the car and shoved him in the building.

Inside, there was a small room that was white, just like the outside of the building. Romano walked up to the front desk, leaving Italy to sit on one of the couches.

Looking around the small room, Italy noticed some paintings on the wall. He also took note of long, again white halls. He faced the front desk, where Romano was still talking to the young woman. She had short blonde hair and a red headband pushing it back.

Romano finished talking to her and returned to his brother. "Alright, Veneziano, listen. The woman over there," He pointed to the woman at the desk. "Is going to take you to a room where someone is going to talk to you. They'll ask you questions; just answer them honestly. I'll be waiting for you out here, okay?" Romano said, looking into his brother's eyes.

Italy nodded. The woman came over and smiled to Italy. She motioned for him to follow her down one of the halls. He did, and turned around to face Romano once again. Italy still didn't know where he was, and Romano gave him the tiniest smile, mentally telling him not to worry.

Italy turned back around and followed the woman down the white halls.

A/N: Hiya. Another chapter yayyy!

I feel accomplished even though I shouldn't. XD

Oh well. Please review!