After The War

Chapter Nine: Forgotten

Hey! From looking at the reviews, you didn't expect that. Sorry, I think I kinda scared some of you and maybe mentally scarred you with the Spain and France part. Really, I am sorry, I mean, I'll redo the chapter if you really want me to. Anyways *nervous laugh*, time to answer the reviews:

Spamano4ever - Are you cold or scared?

Guest - Yeah, kinda went Cupcakes on you guys, sorry.

Stomei97 - Well, it's good to see you again! Yeah, I kinda didn't plan it would go in this way either. Actually this story was gonna just be a funny story of Romano discovering the world now, it kinda went off the path a bit, just a bit.

TheDeadOne28 - (Good!) Yeah, he really shouldn't have left the bathroom, but it would be boring to read and write him just sitting in the bathroom until everyone either passed out or fell asleep. I agree with you there, no one (except the SpainxFrance fangirls) could get out of there without being mentally scarred. Egypt is the perfect place or is it? MWUHAHAHAHAH, ahem, I mean yeah, Egypt is the perfect place.

Now, onward with the story!

Oh God, what the hell? Where am I? W-who am I? I crack open my eyes, wait I can;t open my left eye, what the fluff?! I lift my left hand up to it and instead of being met with an eye, I am met with a bandage. Well, that's odd, where's my eye? I-I don't remember. I open my right eye, at least one of them works and look around. I'm in a bed, it's really soft and squishy, it's warm too, I kinda want to stay here.

But I can't, I have to figure out who I am and where I am. I sit up and look around, I'm in a bedroom, it has slight hardwood floors, slight yellow walls, a cream coloured dresser with a mirror on it beside the bed. I turn my head to left to see what's over there and find another person beside me. HOLY SHIT! Who the hell is this? Okay, calm down, maybe this person could tell me who I am. I lean over the sleeping person beside me and poke their shoulder.

"Um, excuse me?"

The person fucking pops up like one of those Weeblies with the rounded bottom so when they go down they just pop back up. He has medium brown eyes, lighter brown hair with a strange curl sticking out of it. He yawns, looks at me, and smiles.

"Hey fratello, how are you feeling?"

"Uh..."

And that's all I can fucking say. This random dude that I have no idea who he is just called me his brother. I mean, what's up with that? That kinda sounded like the end of a bad joke, but anyways, he's just looking at me with a wide smile.

"Who are you?"

Now it's his turn to have a very confused face, but now it looks like something clicked and now he's back to having that bright smile.

"I'm your brother, Feli!"

"Um, who am I?"

"You're Romano" that smile seems to be getting brighter and wider.

Okay, so now I know what my name is, that's good.

"How old am I?"

He kinda freezes, like he's having an internal debate or something "you're nineteen"

Wow, I'm younger than I thought I was. I smile at him, "thanks" I say before getting off the bed and look into the mirror. I don't look nineteen, I'm so thin and short I could pass for fifteen. Seriously, I look like I'm under 100 pounds and maybe 5'1''. I have auburn hair with a curl sticking out of it, a mix of brown, gold, and green eyes, ahem eye. Yeah, I only have one eye, the other is covered by a bandage.

I can feel my bottom lip start quivering, nononononono, I am not about to cry in front of this dude, I mean my brother. But, I did just find out who I am, it kinda is a lot to take in. But, he may think I can't take care of myself. Suddenly, I'm pulled into a hug by my brother and he's telling me it's going to be okay or some shit like that. Why would he do that? Oh, I guess I didn't notice I had started crying, I'm slightly more okay with the hug now. And maybe it feels nice and I kinda feel more safe, shut the hell up brain, I don't like this hug. Yes you do, no, no I don't.

"Hey, let's meet our friends Francis and Antonio"

I look up at my brother and nod. With the back of my hand, wipe the tears from my cheeks. He stands up and gently takes my hand like if he holds too hard I'll break. I stand up too and he leads me down stairs where two men are sitting on the couch they're both wearing jeans and watching a box with moving pictures on it. There's a blond man with blue eyes and I think that's the French flag on his shirt and there's a brown haired man with green eyes and the Spanish flag on his shirt.

"Hey, Francis, Antonio, Romano has woken up!"

The man with the green eyes pops up, runs toward me, and pulls me into a bone-crushing hug. Seriously, I think he may be trying to suffocating me because I can't breathe with my face in his chest. I start panicking and start thrashing around, he loosens up, but still keeps his arms around me. He looks down at me as I look up at me, he leans down closer to my face and do you know what he does? This motherfucker kisses me on my nose, excuse me, but what the fuck?

I act on instinct and slap him in the face. He recoils and then he starts to laugh while I can feel my face flaming.

"Excuse me, but what the fuck? I just met you, why the hell would you do that?!"

Feli and the green-eyed man exchange a look and the man smiles at me apologetically and then puts an arm around my shoulders.

"Sorry, my name is Antonio if you didn't know, I didn't know you forgot Roma, I really am sorry"

And then he fucking looks at me with these huge puppy dog eyes. They me feel all bad and shit.

"No, I'm sorry, I-I shouldn't have slapped you"

"I like this Romano better" the blond man who could only be Francis says and laughs.

I look up at him with these huge eyes, ahem eye that should look really confused. He flashes a grin and if I didn't know better it was looked kinda perverted. So now we're all kinda looking at each other and this strange silence has fallen over the group until Feli has decided it's been quiet for too long.

"I bet everyone's hungry, I'm going to make lasagna for dinner, so I'll be in the kitchen. You three can watch a movie until dinner"

As soon as Feli leaves for the kitchen, Francis and Antonio just grin at me. I'm not getting a good feeling from those grins...

Well, this chapter kinda sucked, I am so sorry for that. Also, if you didn't get why Romano forgot who he was it's because sometimes when you experience something very traumatizing, your brain will delete the memory, but Romano's brain kinda just deleted everything. So, yeah, I hope you liked it and of you didn't, you can tell me and if you want me to change it, I will.