Hello people! So, thanks to an AMAZING review, I was inspired to make a little chapter two on what happened afterward! So...GET READY FOR FEELS!

TW: Mentions of suicide (Well, duh) And cutting! Stay safe please! Also, DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HETALIA! Enjoy reading and getting your heart shattered! :D

"Sir, are you alright? Do you need to sit down?"

He couldn't speak. His throat was dry, he couldn't breathe. His mouth moved only to form mute, meaningless words that caught in his throat. His heart raced and his whole body seemed to shake, even though he stood rigid. The words continued to pound in his head, screaming.

"We found a body in the river and have identified it as your brother."

They echoed over

and over

and over.

"Sir? Do you need a moment before we take you to confirm the body?"

Lovino blinked, forcing himself to pay attention. He took in a breath, though it did nothing to calm his racing heart. "U-Um, no… no. I'm fine." He croaked out.

The officer in front of him nodded once. "Alright. We've already notified your grandfather and will meet him at the site. If you'd follow me, I'll take you to the car and we'll be on our way."

Lovino nodded without another word and followed the man to the black and white car waiting outside the front of the school. He still couldn't wrap his head around what was happening. His brother was fine. He was perfectly fine…wasn't he? He came home the night before, ate dinner, talked, and then went to bed. Just like every other night. Wasn't he fine? Everything had been normal.

Had been.

Yes, it had been normal. It was going to be normal today as well. Lovino had knocked on his brother's door and called him down for breakfast as he had done so for the past years of his life. He had found it odd when Feliciano hadn't come down, but had quickly dismissed it since Feliciano had overslept and been late plenty of times. It was normal.

Then why had he been pulled out of class to face an officer to be told a body had been found in the river if everything was normal? Why had fear and panic settled in when he heard the news if everything was normal? And why… why was he now in a cop car on his way to identify if the body was in fact his brother if everything was normal?

His head began to ache at the thoughts. His throat clenched again, making his breaths strained. His stomach rolled and churned inside him. He cracked his window open slightly, hoping fresh air would do him good.

The officer glanced back at him, a hint of concern in his eyes. "You alright back there?"

Lovino nodded, but said nothing. He stayed silent for the rest of the trip.

Soon they had arrived at the location and the car pulled to a slow stop. They were in the forest a bit, trees surrounding the area. The river was a few meters away, more officers standing around the bank of it with their blue suits and caution tape. The mere sight of it made Lovino nauseous.

He stepped out of the car and glanced around, taking in his surroundings. The crisp, cool air nipped at his nose and stung his throat as he breathed it in. Winter was definitely here, making everything around it icy and cold. The thought of someone in that river in this weather sent shivers down Lovino's spine.

Then a voice met his ears, the words making his heart plummet.

"No…not my Feli…not my little Feliciano…"

No. no. NO. This can't be happening. No no no nonononononono! It can't, it's not him, it's not Feliciano. Feliciano is fine. He's okay, this isn't him. Please, please let it not be him…

He stepped towards the river's bank, heading past the officers. His hands shook with nerves. His eyes settled in front of him, finding his grandfather kneeled on the ground…

A motionless Feliciano in his arms.

His heart skipped a beat. He couldn't breathe. His stomach plummeted.

No.

It's not him.

It's not Feliciano.

His denying thoughts weakened and faded the more he stared at his lifeless brother in horror. The world began to go in and out of focus. Sounds were overwhelmingly loud one moment, then almost silent the next. A hoarse, trembling whisper escaped him. "No…"

His grandfather turned his head, looking over at Lovino with wet, red-rimmed eyes. Tears spilled down his face as he eyed his eldest grandson. Moving one hand out from under the body in his arms, he held it out to Lovino in a small gesture.

Lovino didn't react instantly, but after a few moments took a step forward. "No, no, no…" He mumbled, voice cracking. "No, it's not real…It's not him…"

"Lovino…He…" His grandfather's voice trailed.

"No, no!" Lovino continued to deny, panic lacing his tone. He shook his head, bringing his shaking hands to his face. "No, i-it's not him! It's not my brother! That's not him!"

"Lovi…"

"NO!" He nearly screamed. His insides felt like they were about to explode. His lungs felt about to rip. His legs faltered and buckled beneath him. "IT'S NOT HIM! THAT'S NOT MY BROTHER! T-THAT'S NOT HIM! HE'S NOT DEAD!"

"Lovino!" His grandfather gently set Feliciano's body down and rose to his feet. He stepped over to the trembling boy and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Lovi, please…calm down."

Lovino shook his head violently, fear and shock clear in his eyes. He couldn't believe this. He couldn't accept this had happened. He couldn't accept that the body in front of him was that of his little brother's. "No! It can't be him! It's…It's not!" He fought at the cracking and breaking of his voice and the tears that welled in his eyes.

"It's him, Lovino," His grandfather said quietly. "There's no way it isn't…"

"You're lying!" Lovino cried, sinking to the cold ground. He put his hands to his ears, shaking his head. "I don't believe you! That's not him! That's not my brother! You're lying…!"

"Look at him, Lovino…Look at him, and tell me that isn't your brother."

Lovino crawled over to the body, staring down at it. His breath caught in his throat and the tears in his eyes began to blur his vision. He brushed the back of his hand against Feliciano's soft, damp, and pale cheek. His breaths hiccupped as he ran his fingers through his brother's hair and then across his chest, feeling the wet clothes on him. No. No…

It was indeed, Feliciano.

A wail of anguish and grief clustered deep inside and then ripped from Lovino. He threw his head back, screaming to the sky the pain, the sadness, the hurt that stabbed at his heart. His brother was dead… He was gone, and never coming back. His Feliciano, his lovely little Feliciano, was dead.

He wailed again, then ducked his head as his yells turned to heart-wrenching sobs. Soon he felt two hands on his shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze before moving to pull him into an embrace. Lovino leaned into the chest of his grandfather, clutching onto his shirt and weeping into it. How could this happen to him? Why? Where was the right for his innocent, little brother to die like this when he was so young?

"They say it was a suicide, Lovi…"

A suicide?! There was no way that could be true! Feliciano was the happiest person Lovino every knew, and that included Alfred! No…that, that couldn't be true. It..It couldn't…

"There's no evidence that anyone else was there. Also…look at his arms…"

Lovino pulled away to glance down at Feliciano's rolled up sleeves. His eyes widened as his gaze landed on scars upon scars on Feliciano's arms. Some fresh cuts littered his skin as well, redness outlining them. His voice fled him and his breaths hitched once again. He couldn't bear to look at it and ducked his head back into his grandfather. His grandfather's arms pulled him closer and rubbed circles on his back. Lovino felt his fingers run through his hair just as he himself had done to Feliciano. He cried harder, sobs racking and shaking his body against his grandfather's. He didn't know this much emotion could possibly come out of him. Usually, he was cold towards his every happy brother, but deep down, he did care for him. As much he would've hated to admit, Lovino always had enjoyed Feliciano's bubbly behavior, even if he was jealous of it at times. Feliciano always seemed to have a smile on his face, and so, put smiles on others' faces. To think of someone so happy like Feliciano to do such a…horrid thing absolutely shattered Lovino inside.

Lovino continued to cry into his grandfather for a while more until he felt himself being lifted up into his arms. He was carried to his grandfather's car and set on the seat. His grandfather stared up at him, his own eyes glistening.

"Are you okay to head home?"

Lovino nodded slowly, rubbing away the tears that strayed down his cheeks. He took in a sniffling breath and got settled in the seat, buckling himself up.

His grandfather nodded and gave him a pat on the shoulder. He then got into the driver's seat, starting the car afterwards. "Alright, well, we'll get a funeral planned for him soon. But for now, it's time to say goodbye."

Lovino swallowed uneasily, staring out the window in silence as the car pulled back and turned around. Now that the tears were gone, his eyes remained blank and empty. He watched as the site grew smaller and smaller as they left.

Goodbye, Feliciano…

When they arrived home, Lovino immediately ran upstairs. His grandfather didn't question him, which he felt grateful for. It was only evening, not even supper time, but Lovino just wanted to go to bed. As He walked down the hallway, he passed his brother's room before he got to his own. He stopped in the doorway, gazing into the empty room. Feliciano's bed was unmade, as if he had just gotten out of it that morning, heck, even the clothes he had warn two days ago were still strewn across the floor. Books from school were still on his desk, along with a half-written assignment. It all looked so natural, so normal, and now…now the room would be of no use since no one would be coming back to it.

Lovino took a hesitant step inside, looking all around himself. An overwhelming flood of memories and emotion overcame him. He could almost see Feliciano in the room, sitting on his bed, playing his games on the floor, working at his desk. Lovino walked over to his brother's desk and picked up a picture frame. It held a photo of Feliciano, smile and all. He looked so…happy.

Lovino's eyes filled with tears and he clutched the picture to his chest, sinking to the floor. "Feliciano…" He whimpered. "Why? Why didn't you tell us? Why did you leave? Why did you have to leave us…? Come back…please, please come back. Don't leave me here alone. I don't want to be alone, Feli! I-I want you back home…Why won't you come back home…? Why do you have to be gone?" Quiet cries came from him, yet he remained where he was. He felt so hurt, so betrayed, so…sad. It wasn't a simple sadness, no, it was deep. It ran through his veins, ached in his bones, and weighed down his heart. He had never understood true grief, not even through the incident of his parents, until now. This, this hurt. It hurt so bad. Lovino wanted it to go away so, so bad. He wanted this pain to dissipate. He wanted Feliciano. He wanted his brother back.

Unfortunately, Feliciano would never be back. Lovino knew full well that one could not return from death, so, why was he pleading for it so much? Why was he begging to the impossible?

Taking in a shuddering breath, he stood, still clinging to the photo. He trudged over to Feliciano's bed and crawled into it. The blanket and pillows smelled of his brother, a scent so sweet and now nostalgic that Lovino wanted to trap it and keep it forever. He buried his nose into the blankets, swallowing back more cries. Tears continued to slip form his eyes, one by one.

What was he going to tell everyone? Ludwig and Kiku were Feli's friends, right? How would they take the fact that their happy little Italian friend had taken his own life and was never coming back? Heck…Would Lovino even have the will to go to school tomorrow? The brunette sighed to himself. Everyone would have to know sooner or later…Might as well get it done sooner.

Lovino dug himself deeper into the covers, shaking the thoughts from his mind. He'd deal with all that later. He let out a small breath, staring in silence at the wall across the room. Exhaustion was beginning to set in him, making his arms and legs feel heavier and heavier. He was drained, physically and emotionally, and sleep seemed so welcoming at the moment. There, he could escape the pain of the day. There, he could be with Feliciano, even if only in his dreams. He bit his lip, taking in a trembling breath before letting it out in a whisper.

"Goodnight, Feli…"

He then shut his eyes and drifted off into sleep.

Okay! So... That was heartbreaking to write... Man. Hope you enjoyed guys! Reviews are AWESOME! As in... Brilliant brilliant BRILLIANT I tell you, GENIUS, I say! (Thanks Yzma)

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So, I'm gonna do another chapter soon so I can incorporate the reactions of others' (Alfred, Luddy, etc) And I was thinking about doing the funeral thing. BUT HERE'S WERE MY QUESTION FOR ALL YOU GUYS IS! Should I continue? Should I continue after the funeral to Lovino coping and other friendly feels? I dunno, so I'm hoping you guys can give me feedback! Thank youuuuuuuuu! Hope you enjoyed! Ciao for now, my lovelies! :D