After The War

by Limphidora

Romano has gone missing during World War Two. He's finally found, but he's missed so much, the war has ended and everyone's cool with eachother again. He is labeled dead which didn't bode too well with Italy or Spain, but now that he's back, won't everything be awesome again? Well, his still harbors a large hate the counties who were the Allies and has the mindset of a soldier.

2. Sixty-Eight Years

After The War

Chapter Two: Sixty-Eight Years

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My mind is hazy, all I can think of is the war, I have to get up, I have to fight and win! I try to move, but I can't, my body is not responding. Well, this sucks, this really sucks. My eyes or, well eye is finally responded and has opened, I survey the room I am in. I'm in a blindingly white hospital room, IVs and needles are sticking out of me and shit. As I look around, I can see Germany sitting on a couch with fratello leaning on him, asleep. I see Spain looking out a window with France putting a hand on his shoulder while Prussia is sitting in a chair, eating wurst.

That's where that ungodly smell was coming, shit, that smells bad. Well, actually it starting to smell really good. I can hear my stomach growl, loudly, Spain whips around along with France. Spain actually runs to my side and looks down at me, he gasped, I think he's noticed my eye is open. He grabs my hand and smiles at me.

"Roma, are you feeling okay?"

I nod, I don't really feel anything, I must really be drugged up. I then realize France is here, one of the Allies, shit. I start flipping out, squirming around, trying to get to my gun which was cleverly hidden in an undisclosed location. France moves forward, touching me as if to try to calm me down and is talking to Spain who is crying at the moment.

"GET OFF ME SCUM" I scream, someone gave me some water because I actually spoke without my voice cracking, but it was still very quiet.

France flinches, retracting his hand and looking quite hurt.

"Mon ami, calm dow-" "SHUT UP, YOU MURDERER, SLAUGHTERING INNOCENT CHILDREN"

Now France and Spain look shocked, I can't see to my left, but I can hear fratello and Germany rush over.

"Fratello, calm down, it's just big brother France"

"NO, DON'T YOU SEE! He's a murderer, he's part of the allies!"

Everyone just looks at each other, it's like they're having a silent conversation that I can't get in on.

"Fratello, World War Two ended si-"

"I-I saw the village, fratello, it was h-horrible. A child of no more than five was slaughtered, fratello, they-they are killing our children" I was now in hysterics, sobbing and screaming, but my screams weren't very loud due to my throat.

Now they're just staring in shock, I think France's face is the most shocked. It doesn't matter if he's sorry, it doesn't change anything, it doesn't matter if we're family, it doesn't change the fact that this is war and we are enemies. They're looking at each other again, another fucking silent conversation is what I'm thinking it is.

"Um, Roma, World War Two ended sixty-eight years ago..." Spain is the one who said that, at least I think it was him.

I've frozen, I can't move and I'm hardly breathing. Sixty-eight years, I've been gone for sixty-eight years, I can hardly believe it. Sixty-eight fucking years, how is that even possible?

"B-boss said you were dead, he made me tell everyone you were dead" Oh God, fratello is crying and all I'm doing is sitting here.

I don't even think, it's just natural instinct that I've acquired over the last several centuries of taking care of my brother as I open my arms and fratello throws himself at me, crying. I just sit there in shock with wide eyes, ahem eye, stroking fratello's hair, gradually calming him down as he cries. It really is so much to take in, the war is over, I've been labeled as dead, and I've been 'dead' for sixty-eight years. It really is hurting my head to think about it.

I see France whip out a rectangle, it's white and holy shit, he touched it and it responded! How does that even work? I squint, reading the back of it, it says IPhone and has a picture with an apple that has a bite taken out of it on it. Then I realize, I've been gone for sixty-eight years, I must've missed a lot of advancements. I might as well start asking now, I'll have a lot of questions.

"France, what's that thing in your hand?"

I see them look at each other, fucking silent conversation...

Well, that is all for now! I will be updating later in the week, hopefully...maybe...I really don't know, okay. Anyways, you made it to this point, good job, congratulate yourself for making it through all this shit!