What Happened to Fratelllo?

Title: What Happened to Fratello?
Hetalia

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October 4, 2011 9:45 EST.

An Italian skipped around the United Nations building. He was wearing a grey Italian (of course) suit. He smiled to the secretary. "Hello Elizabeth," He greeted her. "Having a good morning ve~?"

She gave him a sad smile and nodded him along. 'That's strange,' The child-like man thought. 'Normally she gives me a sarcastic answer.'

He opened the doors to the meeting room. The meeting hadn't started yet, which he was thankful for. Hushed whispers filled the air. Germany was the first one to acknowledged him.

"Italy hello," He said. "Have you heard about..." His voice trailed off. He didn't know how to tell him. Italy was like a toddler. Wide-eyed and innocent, but easy to upset. He didn't know how to put it in the lightest terms at all.

Italy cocked his head to the side. "Heard what? That there's a pasta backing contest? Silly Germany! I already know that! Me and Romano entered in it."

America stepped forward. "No dude, about Romano," His voice was grave. "Come on man. You gotta know about your own brother!"

England stepped towards America and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Old chap I don't think he knows," He sighed. "Is it better we tell him or tell him what we were discussing earlier?"

China slammed his fists onto the table. "We give him the damned truth, aru!" He yelled. "Lies won't make him stronger! And look at the feeble state his countries in. Let alone all of Europe." He turned his head to America. "You still owe me my money, aru!"

"I say we give him the truth. In Russia we tell him his whole family died than make him work for the government da?" Russia stated. A purple aura appeared around him.

"We let him find out on his own," Japan advised. "He will feel that something is missing of him. It's an empty feeling I can imagine."

"You can only begin to," Germany whispered to himself with a quick glance to Prussia.

England looks over to France. "Hey frog-face," He called. "You and that albino haven't given me or America shit yet. What's the matter?"

France looked up from his hands. "Spain," He whispered. "He's never be so sadder. It's pathetic. A trio is not a trio when there is only two, no?"

Italy was getting tired of the talking. He wanted to know what they were talking about. "Ve~ Germany please tell me!"

Germany looked towards the others and nodded his head. "Romano's busy. He's on a...vhat do you call it? Right! He's in a lungo sonno. Spain's with him right now. Ve'll take you vhen the meetings over."

Italy smiled. He'd get to see his brother. And it's been so long to! He couldn't wait.

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Italy was skipping down the street. He was surprised the Allies came. Though he was glad. Everyone deserved to see Romano again! Even Hungary, who had a long feud with him showed up.

America caught up to Italy and grabbed his shoulder. "Dude, I think you should get him some flowers or tomatoes. I think he'd like them."

The American pointed towards a stand. Flowers of every kind were blooming in front of the cash register. You could just barely make out a person. Russia was trying to force China into buying him sunflowers.

Italy grabbed a bushel. He threw down three euros and went back over to the others. They continued on their way.

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The group stopped outside of a cemetery. The gates that kept it closed off to the rest of the world creaked open. Italy was now terrified. Why were they bringing him here? Romano couldn't be? They were only a few centuries old! That was to young to die!

The somber mood took over everyone. They followed the cobblestone path up to a Spanish man collapsed onto a grave crying. "Lovi why?" He kept on repeating. "Why can't you call me a perverted bastard just once more?"

Prussia and France walked over to the weeping man. They helped him up. His eyes were red. Italy was confused. No one had told him anything. All they did was bring him to a cemetery.

Germany sucked in a bunch of air. He had a feeling this wasn't going to be easy on him. "Italy Romano's gone," He began. "He's no longer with us."

Italy felt his his heart sink. "What do you mean Germany?" His voice was cracking. Tears started to pool into his eyes. He could hear Romano's voice call him a pathetic bastard for crying.

Prussia was the one spoke up this time. "He's dead. Gone. There's nothing we can do about it," His voice was on the verge of cruelty. "And you know what? Dying isn't awesome. It sucks balls."

Italy smiled. He didn't know why he was smiling. It was apparent no one knew either by the looks he was getting. "But Prussia, you died and now your alive again," Italy cheered. "So Romano will come back to life. Right?" No one showed any sign of agreement. "Right?"

"I hate to the bearer of even more bad news but since you two united he won't be able to come back to life," England sighed. "Sucks ass so to say."

It took the Italian a minute to register what he was saying. When he finally understood he collapssed onto the headstone. He was now bawling. "Grandpa Rome, Holy Rome and now Romano," He sobbed. "Everyone I love dies. Whos next God? Germany? Japan? Why?"

Italy lifted his head up and looked at everyone. He had a pathetic grin on his face.Tears were still streaming down his face. "T-Tell me this is n-normal for brothers r-right?" He gasped.

America's eyes widened. He threw a protective arm around Canada. "I don't know about Mexico, but anyone kills Canada dies," He growled.

Germany shook his head no. "This isn't a normal occurrence unfortunately."

Italy fell down again. He threw his arms around the headstone. Spain quickly followed suit. None of the countries left. They all paid their respects. At times it was complete silence. Other times hushed whispers. There was nothing more than Italy wanted was to join his brother, for he had an empty feeling.

For the first time ever, Romano was missed. He finally got recognized as Italy. But it was to late.