Ciao! Second chapter is here but first I have to thank you people for reading my story, I have really appreciated that! You are awesome!

A special "thank you" goes to Microclown and to LilDeadKitty that with their reviews had made my day! Don't worry, Romano is a good brother and right now he is regretting every word he said to Veneziano. I'm sure he will ask him to be forgiven!

Now let's go!

Chapter 2: La notte di San Lorenzo

It had been a while since Romano had left but Veneziano was frozen in the same spot he was before, unable to move and to understand what had happened. His eyes, fully open for once and glued at the door in front of him, showed his bewilderment.

Romano…

Slowly he lowered his hand, which was still in mid-air, and placed it on his chest. His heart was throbbing painfully. Fingers clutched the rough fabric of the white apron he was wearing and light sobs started to escape from his mouth.

I don't understand. Why this all of sudden?

Veneziano closed his eyes and at the gesture some drops fell down, tracing their paths on the boy's flour stained cheeks.

You hurt me, fratello…

His sobs increased and became louder, shaking his whole body. Suddenly he turned and run away from that spot. He couldn't bear to stay there anymore, it hurt too much. Quickly he reached his bedroom and once there he sprawled himself on the bed, Romano's words ringing in his hears.

You weren't supposed to tell me something like that, tu sei mio fratello! I would had endured it without any problem if had been others but I'm not able to do that if the one that hurt me is you… Why fratello?

Veneziano grabbed his cushion and brought it closer to himself, sinking his face in it. More tears dropped from his eyes and soaked it. He couldn't stop the voice in his head, every word hit his heart with renovated force. He truly didn't understand.

Maybe I'm too stupid to understand.

At this thought he stopped to cry and raised his head from the cushion. His face was a mess. Wet hair were stuck on his forehead and red puffy eyes were lost in somewhere far away. Suddenly he scowled.

"Oh right! I'm Italy Veneziano, I'm too stupid to understand that I am stupid! I can easily die if you bind my arms and legs!"

The boy grabbed the soft pillow and threw it at the open window. It didn't make any sound when it reached the ground. Memories of the time when he had been kidnapped by the allies surfaced in his mind. Instead of rescue him, Germany had sent them a letter in which he warned that the young Italian would have died if they bound his arms and legs. He rose from the bed and paced the room back and forth, trying to calm his nerves. It has been a while, maybe centuries, since the last time the boy had been angry. He usually was the happy bouncing one, always with a bright smile on his face.

And always the one who runs away when an enemy approaches and cries for Germany to help him.

He stopped, a mocking smile made is way to his lips.

He is right, I am pathetic indeed. How many times the other nations told me that? And is there someone who hasn't call me useless yet? Germany calls me idiot on daily basis and during WW2 even Japan said my ideas were too stupid to actually work.

His facial expression contorted into a sad one and his body ceased to shake.

To think of it, no one has ever cared to listen to what I had to say. And I'm not only talking about war times.

The young Italian closed his eyes again.

When was the last time a nation really asked me for help and treated me as an equal and not like a burden to take care of? Germany is a really nice guy but he treats me like a little kid and not like an adult.

Veneziano sat down on the edge of the mattress.

It isn't his fault if he treats me that way, I gave him no choice…

He rolled onto his side, facing the window. Sighing he took few minutes to look at the night sky. Stars were brighter than usual.

It reminds me that time during the war when we shipwrecked on that uninhabited island. It was back then that we formed the Axis… that was nice. I felt part of something. Germany, Japan thank you. Before that event I was treated just like land to be conquered. No one didn't even pay attention when I spoke.

An image of his chibi version flashed in his mind.

Austria didn't even realize that I was a boy! He and big sister Hungary made me wear girly clothes all the time. I like her very much and I know I was pretty with them on but…

The thought of Hungary made him smile and that one wasn't like the other from before, it was a real smile.

I should call her…

Then, suddenly, he remembered something else. He was on top of a hill and he was talking with someone. It was a sunny day and the green grass was dancing in the light breeze. The boy who he was talking to wore a black coat and a same-colored hat, had got blond hair and a pair of piercing blue eyes. He was saying something.

"Italy"

H-Holy Rome!?

The boy took his hands and came closer, waiting for him to call his name. He said it with a tiny girly voice and that was all that was needed. They kissed.

Holy Rome…

Veneziano started to cry again, this time without making any sound.

I miss you so much. I'm still waiting for you to come back even if France…

He paused. He remembered all too well the day France had come to tell him what had happened to Holy Rome. Silent tears run down on the blankets. Then a shooting star appeared in the sky.

Uh? A shooting star?

The young Italian run to the window and saw more of them. The whole sky was filled of shooting stars.

How is it possible? …! La notte di San Lorenzo! Today is August the 10th! I have forgotten it! Maybe…

He kneeled and joined his hands together.

Please shooting star, make my wish come true! I want to see him again. I miss him so badly! I don't care if you grant my wish only for a day, to me is fine. Just let me enjoy his presence once again, that's all I ask you. Please shooting star, please…

Veneziano continued to pray until, exhausted, he fell asleep right below the window, an happy smile on his face.

Far away a bell rang twelve times.

This chapter was so sad! I don't like when Veneziano is like this, he is supposed to be always happy! By the way here's a little translation:

Tu sei mio fratello!: you are my brother!

See you soon!