Italy's Adventure: Love life and Friendship.

Hey guys! 13 is now up. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!

[Italy]: Yey!

[Sealand]: Yey!

[Romano]: Fuc-

*Italy covers Sealand's ears.*

[Italy]: Fratello…

[Romano]: CHIGI!

[Switzerland]: Katica doesn't own Hetalia so go ahead and read… now… *Reloads his shotgun*

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ONWARDS!

America couldn't sleep at all, his thoughts was just about Italy… Italy kissing another man… a man called Holy Rome… he couldn't stand it….

"God dammit." He sighed, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He threw himself off the bed and headed downstairs. He sniffed the air and smelled, wait was that pancakes? He walked towards the kitchen and saw an Italian with a curl place the pancakes down for two.

"Morning Italy." America said, smiling. "Ve~ Morning America!" Italy smiled at America.

"Wow, dude! Those pancakes smell yummy!" he kept sniffing the pancakes; he walked to the chair and sat down, staring at the pancakes with drool coming down his mouth. "I'm sooo hungry!" Italy sat on the chair, opposite of America. "Dig in; I'd made them for you, for thanks for looking after me"

America swiped the fork off the table and pieced it through the pancake, taking a piece out and putting it in his mouth. He chewed it, tasting all of the good flavour of that one bite.

He swallowed it and smiled at the Italian "that was awesome!" he said while the Italian blushed abit and smiled.

They both ate their Pancakes while they talked to each other, America didn't say anything about this 'Holy Rome' he couldn't bare saying his name…

He clenched the length of the fork in his hand, making it abit bent. "America? Are you okay?" Italy said, cocking his head to the side. "Yeah… I'm fine." America stood up and collected the plates and washed them.

Italy stared at the back of America's head. He started to remember the words from the island that they were on. The words "I love you" coming from the American's mouth…

He stared at America's blonde hair… Blonde hair and blue piercing eyes… just like, Holy Rome. He thought, blushing.

America heard a knock on his door and opened it. It was Italy's older brother… Romano. "Oh, Hey dude-""Oh… don't 'Hey dude' me! Where is my Fratellino?" He shouted at America, glaring at him. "Ve~ I'm here Fratello!" Italy skipped across the hallway and he hugged Romano. "Ve~ I missed you" Romano sighed and hugged back then he noticed there was a Amecian watching them so he pushed Italy away quick. "We're going home, NOW." He grabbed Italy's wrist and pulled him to the car, he opened the door and shoved him inside. "Ve~ Bye America!" he pouted but waved goodbye to America. "See ya dude!" America waved back.

He watched as Italy and his brother drove down the road and turned. He sighed, a sad look in his eyes started to come on to him. "I wanted him to stay abit longer but i guess romano wouldn't like that..." he trailed back into his house, shuting the door behind him.

"Ve~ why did we have to leave fratello?" Italy said, looking at his brother with a sad look. "Well, that old geezer was worried so he asked me to get you..." He said, watching the road. "Ve~ Thank you Fratello..." he tried to hug romano but was stopped by his hand. "Don't Hug me when I'M DRIVING!" he shouted, gripping the steel wheel. He stopped at their place.

Romano got out of the car first and stomped to the front door, he kicked it opened and shouted "OI! HES HERE!" suddenly loud foot steps started to run down the stairs, Grandpa rome flung himself onto the wrong Twin. "ITALY MY SWEET BOY!" "CHIGI!" Romano punched Rome in the gut. "Ug..h..." he clunched his stomach... the pain... he thought then he looked to the right twin and smiled, relising the pain just flew away just by looking at his sweet grandson. He walked and hugged italy, saying. "Thank god... i didn't want you to go near that American anyway..." he said, making italy push him away. He looked at his Grandpa, with his eyes trembling with mostly shock but abit of rage.

"W-what you mean..." Grandpa Rome stared at Italy, his eyes were serious but cold. "Everytime you go near him, you will get a attack, so now... I'm ordering you to NOT TO NEAR HIM." Italy clenched his fist... "No..." he whispered softly... "THIS IS ABSURD!" He cried out at his Grandpa... "I DON'T WANNA LEAVE HIM! I DON'T WANNA!" He kept acting like a spoilt child so Grandpa Rome raised his hand and slapped him. "You will... these are my rules and a Vargas family will OBEY it." Italy glared at his Grandpa... "I... will not OBEY!" He shouted loud, suddenly Grandpa Rome felt a huge push infront of him, he just relised the power of Italy's voice just made him flew back, into the house.

Italy walked back, slowly, each step... while his tears were coming out... adventurly blood started to follow. Tears and blood mixed together...

"Fraetellino!" he watched his brother cry then his body just froze, his little brother quickly ran away. Romano looked at Grandpa Rome then he acted quickly and toke his phone, calling the ambulance. He shouted down the phone that his grandpa needed help. 5 minutes later Romano could hear the noise rumbling in his ears. He watched as the people from the ambulance toke his Grandpa Rome in, while the rain started to pour down heavy…

He toke his phone again and called Spain. "Hallo! Is my Romano doing okay?" he said in a cheerful voice. "No, you fucking… bastard…" Spain could hear rain through the phone. "Romano, why are you in the rain? What happened…" he could hear Romano crying. "Romano?" "Just come here… you bastard… now…" Spain quickly got his coat and umbrella and ran out of the door.

20 minutes of running and he finally was there, the Ambulance was already gone. He only saw Romano drenched. "Romano!" he yelled, running towards him. "What happened!" he said, placing his hands on Romano's shoulders. Romano pointed to the damaged wall. "Italy… did that…" "Italy?" "Stupid fucking geezer had to upset him…. Italy was mad inside so he shouted all of that madness at Grandpa Rome… the force… it made him crash into that wall." He stopped and toke a deep breath in. "Now Italy has ran away and that idiot is now in the ambulance, heading to the hospital." Spain grabbed Romano's hand and pulled him into Romano's house. "Come on… Let's get you dry first…" Romano just followed, not looking at Spain's face. "Chigi…" he said… Spain got a fluffy blue towel and started to dry the Italian's hair. "Come on… smile." He smiled at Romano. Romano glared at him. "BASTARD, IT'S NOT LIKE I'M GOING TO SMILE FOR YOU!" He shouted out loud, punching Spain in the face. The same Romano was back to normal. Spain smiled "I see your back to normal, my sweet tomato." He kissed Romano's forehead, making Romano blush like a red tomato… "Ch… CHIGI!" He raged, beating up Spain while Spain just laughed…

Italy's P.O.V (Point of View)

I ran fast as my legs could take me, running in the rain, splashing in puddles; making the bottom of my pants wet. I kept running through but where? It felt like all of my feelings were just torn apart by Grandpa…

I ran against a door, I looked at the door, feeling the roughness of it… I kept crying. Blood and tears were just going insane within me… leaking out like it was just part of my life…

Suddenly I felt the door open… it was Russia… why did I ran to Russia's house?

Normal P.O.V

Russia stared at Italy; Italy stared at Russia with his teary eyes. "What's the matter?" Russia said, he placed a hand on the Italian's hand and starting to massage his head. "I… did a bad thing… to Grandpa… Rome…" Italy walked towards Russia and hugged him, letting the blood stain Russia's coat. "Who is it Russia? Aru?" Behind Russia was China, suddenly he glared at Italy and pushed Italy away, making Italy fall outside, onto the snowy doorstep… "Don't you dare touch my Russia! ARU!" "Chin-" He was interrupted by an Italian running away. He was about to run but China hugged him. Sadly he couldn't move… "I don't want some Italian idiot to take away my Russia… aru…" Russia pushed China away "He is not an idiot, Da?" he shouted at China and went to his bedroom, closing the door and locking it… he fell onto his bed "He is my friend… da…" he said it again and again, intil he fell asleep. China leaned against the door, hearing something else that he never wanted to hear.

"I love you Italy…" China ran out of the door, running. He wanted to find Italy. Russia heard the front door slammed shut. "Huh?" he got up and unlocked his door and went out of his room, inspecting china to hug him and say sorry… but china was not anywhere to be seen…

China kept running, seeing a person with a curl within the distance… he toke a deep breath and yelled. "ITALY!" Italy turned around, only to aspect a punch slamming into his face, causing him to fall back. "Ve!" China glared at him whilst he started to pummel the poor Italian; Italy started to scream, feeling pain in his body.

Italy could his China's words. "Russia is mine!" China repeated that over and over again while he punched Italy over and over again.

China stopped, he finally kicked Italy in the head as hard as he could, letting the Italian get knocked out. China lefted with blood stained on his knuckles and blood on his left boot.

He lefted Italy in the snow, walking back to Russia's house. He stopped by the Russian's door and opened it, noticing Russia in front of the door. "Where were you…" he said in a scary voice. "I… was out… aru…" Russia looked down, his eyes widen. He forced China's wrist to rise up, examining the hand. "Whose blood is this…" "Mine… aru.. " "DON'T LIE!" He shouted "I'm not going to say, aru." China whisked his hand to his side and pushed Russia to the side, walking to his room, slamming it behind him.

Italy was still knocked out in the dreadful snow, the snow started to slowly pile on his body. Italy's last words was… "America…" At America's house, America heard his name in his head… he felt that he should help someone… but who… "America…" is that Italy's voice that he could hear in his head… he grabbed his phone and called Romano. "Oi, dude! Is Italy okay?" he said, only to hear some bad news from Italy's brother. "No… that wimp ran away…" "Why?" "Something happened to Grandpa Rome… it was caused by Italy." America frozed for abit.. "Really? Where did he run to?" "Well… he was running near Russia's place." America quickly hunged up and rang Russia. "Oi. Commy! Where is Italy!" he yelled down the phone. "He is not here… I don't know what happened to him… da… But he was here 30 minutes ago…" Russia sighed and started to talk again "China pushed him out of the house… then Italy ran away… after a few minutes China had vanished and later he appear at the front door…. With blood on his hands." "Ok, Dude, I'm coming to your house! We need to find Italy!" he bashed the phone down and flung the door open, noticing that it was freaking cold so he went inside and got his bomber jacket and went outside again.

He got into his car and drove as fast as he could to Russia's place, by the time he arrived there, Russia was waiting outside. "Let's go, da?" Russia said.

They both went along the snowy field, they were following the footsteps, some were still there but somewhere covered in snow so it was hard to follow

Later on, they stare a person in the snow, that person was a he with snow piled on him.

"is that…" Russia started but America continued his Sentence. "ITALY!" He ran up to Italy and brushed off the snow, he looked at the beaten Italian, blood was slowly pouring out of his head while there was bruises and deep cuts in his face. "Russia go call an ambulance!" America commanded the Russian.

Russia nodded and called the Ambulance, few minutes later; some Russian men were running in the snow, they got Italy onto Ambulance by carrying him over to it.

America and Russia was on the Ambulance, America was watching Italy, trying to know that Italy was breathing okay while Russia called Germany, Austria, Hungary and Prussia. The four was freaking out about Italy, even Germany was.

The three arrived at the Hospital, America watched Italy being laid on a Hospital bed, the nurse placed a breathing mask on then she toke some bandages and bandaged his bleeding head. She also wiped the deep cuts so they were clean.

America sat on the chair beside Italy, holding his hand. His fingers were intertwined with Italy's fingers. He heard some footsteps coming this way. "Gott… that idiot better be okay" he heard Germany first. "Don't vorry bruder, he'll be fine, Kesese." Then it was Prussia. "Don't laugh" then Hungary, hearing a pan sound. "I'd guess Hungary did that again…" America said. "Hungary… no fighting in the Hospital" Austria said.

Germany opened the door and saw America holding Italy's hand then he looked at Italy with a Breathing mask on and a white bandaged that was stained in blood was around his head.

"Oh gott…" "Wow, Vho did this?" Prussia said while Germany was still shocked.

"Russia and I found Italy in the snow… looked like he was beaten up…" "I think it was China… da…" they all looked at Russia. "China had blood on his hands… and when I looked down there was blood on his boot to…da."

Germany pounded his fist into his hand… "That bastard… he will feel the wrath of my gott damn fist!" he wanted to run and find China but something stopped him and that something was Prussia.

"West… Bruder…. No need to do that. You rest here and look after Italykins while I'll got and find China…" Prussia was out within a flash.

Italy softly whispered "Holy Rome…" Italy's hand gripped Americas'

"Oh… poor sweet thing, even when he is this age, he will never forget about his lost love.." Hungary said, sniffing abit, taking away some of the tears.

"Yes… Poor thing he doesn't know Holy Rome is dead…" Within Italy's head, Italy kept seeing Holy Rome dying again and again, thus caused him to scream, and digging his nails in America's skin.

"Italy! Gott… Calm down…" Germany's voice smoothed Italy's dreams, causing him to stop screaming. Italy started to smile… "Germany…" Italy opened his eyes, looking at Germany… "Germany… I did a bad thing…" Italy said…

AND STOP!

Phew… I hope you enjoyed that one^^

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