Disclaimer: I do not know Hetalia, if I did I would be the hero.

A/N: Almost everyone is OOC, mostly because I don't think I could write Italy's silliness without unintentionally making him annoying, and I only know a little bit about Russian history but I wanted to try something a little different from the norm. P.S Italy's eyes will be open 85% of the time. And with that let's start the show!

Flashback

Insane moments/Thoughts

It was eerily dark and silent in the house of the human personification of northern Italy, said nation sat in his bed staring blankly at his ceiling while absent-mindedly rubbing his left arm where a horrible scar as exposed. His golden eyes were half-closed as if wanting to go to sleep but the rest of his body refused; if he tried to go back to sleep the nightmares would come again, forcing him into screaming hysteria.

Italy sighed softly as he tore his eyes away from his ceiling to stare at the scar on his arm with disgust. His grip started to tighten on his arm and the pain that he felt barely registered to his brain. As the Italian continued to apply pressure a warped grin soon broke out onto his feature while a twisted giggle broke from his lips.

It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, why would something like this hurt? He did more to me than this, I can handle this feeling. He used to hit, burn, and curse me, this is nothing; I can handle this. Just a little more, a little more…

Italy's inner rant was broken when a loud sound reached his ears, the giggling faded and the grin was gone. The Italian nation looked at his door and shrank back, hoping that whatever made that sound would swiftly go away and leave him alone. The noise sounded again this time closer and inside his house. Wincing, Italy made the quick decision to get out of bed and find out who was in his house.

Taking a gun from his bedside drawer, Italy tip-toed towards his door and standing beside it opened it in one fluid movement. Pointing the gun the next moment Italy was rewarded with a startled gasp and a muttered curse. For a minute the Italian stood still but shook his head and stepped out of his room, pressing his gun into the intruder's forehead.

"Do anything and I'll blow your fucking brains out!" the nation growled, his index finger pressed lightly on the trigger.

"Wait, you stupid brother, is that any way to treat old hurtin' Romano?" a slightly rough voice cried out, though Italy could hear a bit of laughter in it.

Hesitating with the gun still pressed against the person's forehead, Italy snorted before lifting his chin, his voice hard as stone. "Who is the biggest cock tease in the world and don't be obvious."

There was a small pause before the other person sighed and shrugged his shoulders, something that Italy could barely see. "That's an easy one, fratello, it's Hungary. Damn bitch gotta nice rack but won't show cause of that stuffy old Austrian."

Without saying a word, Italy pulled the gun away from the not intruder's head and walked away to sit on his bed. With a wary sigh the other person followed and in the light of the moon was revealed to truly be the personification of South Italy, Romano. Romano was the older of the two and the difference between them were there, such as Romano having a darker shade of hair that almost looked brown was well as a tan with the famous curl on the right side while Italy's was on his left.

The older Italy looked at his brother, saw the red rimmed eyes and the dark marks under them, his brother looked so very tired but would not sleep in fear of him showing up. Romano narrowed his eyes though he said nothing, choosing instead to toy with the bandages wrapped tight around his arm. This action brought Italy's attention to him though still Romano remained quiet.

Finally the silence between the brothers was broken when Romano breathed a long sigh while muttering softly to himself. Then without warning he quickly placed a hand on Italy's shoulder and forced his head on his lap. The younger nation flinched and felt a wave of nausea and anger crash over him but before he could speak, Romano spoke first.

"I know you don't like being touched but you look so tired. Go to sleep, fratello, I stay wake tonight for you. Just sleep, I'll keep you safe."

"Romano…thank you."

Romano watched his brother as he slept and smiled, however that smile soon vanished when Italy started twitching and whimpered in his sleep. Reaching over and taking his brother's hand in his own, Romano was relieved when Italy calmed down somewhat.

'Oh fratello, look at what that bastard has done to you! I wish I could wring his fuckin' neck! I wish I was there to help you, I'm sorry Italy.'

As the night wore on Romano stayed up, just like he promised, trying to console the sleeping Italy when he needed it while listening for anything that wasn't supposed to be in his brother's house. The older brother watched as the night became day and stifled a yawn, looking down on Italy seeing that he looked a little better after his fitful sleep.

Romano sighed softly and rolled his neck, his whole body stiff from staying upright so he stretched himself out to loosen his muscles. This action caused Italy to wake up, his eyes darting around wildly while reaching for his gun that wasn't at his side. Romano took hold of Italy's shoulders while shaking him, yelling for him to calm down. It reached a head when Italy still panicking, punches Romano hard in the face. When his brother goes down does Italy come to his senses and freezes up, staring as Romano slowly picks himself up.

"Damn fratello, you have a serious right hook there." Romano muttered, his voice a bit shaky as he rubbed his cheek.

Italy's eyes grew distant and his body started to sag before he shakes himself and without looking at his brother, tells him to leave.

"Hey Veneziano, it's not that bad, I'm fine. Besides you just got spooked it's no reason to push me away."

"Fratello, please go away, I don't want to hurt you again. I didn't mean to hit you, but when you woke me up all I saw was him and I panicked. I don't want you to get hurt again."

"You stupid brother, that's why I'm not leaving. I won't leave you in fear by yourself, never." Romano took his brother hand and held it tight, this made Italy look up with a sad yet grateful smile on his face.

Italy and Romano stayed seated on the younger nation's bed, enjoying the silence and leaning against each other for support. Romano had a quick thought of staying with his brother for the day but squashed it with a scowl. Italy was only letting him stay now because Romano basically begged, he would be pushing his luck if he tried that.

After a while the two brothers milled around the house, the older Italian thought that he could coax Italy outside but that only resulted in a shouting match and Italy running to his room and hiding under the covers. Romano tried in vain to get Italy to come out but it wasn't going to work this time. Sighing, the older brother merely sat at the foot of his brother's bed and waited.

Even after the sky turning dark and Romano leaving only to return with food, Italy did not show from his hiding spot. Romano tried to talk to his brother that was clearly one-sided and after a bit he shook his head, deciding that nothing else can be done and got up to leave.

Before he left however, Romano walked up to the large bundle lying in the bed and smiled, "I'll come back later, Veneziano. Good night."

Italy waited until he heard his bedroom door close, then he slowly crept out of the covers to watch his brother leave to go back to stay with Spain. The auburn haired nation bit his lip but said nothing, his brother was going away and he would be left alone, again.

"Romano… I'm sorry."

XxXx

Russia watched as the snow lashed violently outside, although it wasn't cold in his home he felt a shiver run though through him. Absently tightening the scarf around his neck the large nation snuggled down farther into the chair he was sitting in and went back to relaxing.

Yet for some reason no matter how hard he tried, the Russian couldn't get comfortable and after a while just decided to take a walk. Strolling through his house was a good way to go until he allowed his mind to wander. Thinking of how the next Allies meeting would go and how he would have fun trolling China, he didn't realize until too late that he bumped into someone. There was a small grunt and the sound of a body hitting the floor before Russia could make out who he slammed into.

Her platinum blonde hair and dazed blue eyes was the first thing he noticed before wincing in embarrassment and muttering, "So sorry, Belarus."

Holding out his hand, his younger sister the human personification of Belarus took the larger nation's hand with a soft smile and before her brother she interrupted him.

"There's no need to apologize, big brother. I wasn't really watching where I was going."

Russia noticed how Belarus seemed to stand slightly stooped over and her breathing was a little shallow, Belarus herself took note of Russia's staring and smirked. With a quick flick of her hand, she swatted Russia on the forehead calling him a "silly worry-wart" and walking off.

Russia stared after his sister and wondered if she was feeling sick, the larger nation then decided to follow her to find out. As he followed his sister, Russia noticed that her gait was uneven and that she seemed to struggle with every step she took. Finally Russia could follow her no more as Belarus went inside her room, but that didn't stop him from hovering outside her door. From where he stood he could just make out his younger sister's voice, she sounded a bit stronger and much more as ease and it bother Russia somewhat. Why would Belarus feel uneasy in her own home?

The silver-gray haired nation shook his head and turned away, he shouldn't be trying to soy on Belarus anyway. She would come to him when she felt ready. As he continued on his walk, another shiver ran through him. Grumbling with annoyance, the large nation squared his shoulders and tried his best to ignore it but that was soon to be proven impossible.

Sighing, Russia decided to try his hand at a walk outside, the cold didn't bother him and he went on his way with no problems. Although the cold didn't bother him Russia knew that some of his people didn't care much for it and wished that it was warmer for their sake.

Once again entering a daze, Russia didn't realize until too late that he had ended up at a train station. Blinking in confusion while muttering to himself that he had to stop letting his mind wander and decided to buy a ticket.

Getting comfortable in the seat, Russia was only vaguely aware of where he was going but couldn't find the motivation to really worry about it. Besides what's the worst that could happen, he was Russia and no one missed with him.

After a couple of hours, Russia found that he was in Italy; the warmer weather felt good on his skin and Russia couldn't help from smiling. The largest nation ambled around for a bit, taking in the sights and having small talk with the people when a sudden thought came to him.

'I wonder how Italy is doing, probably eating pasta and talking with the German and Japan.'

Russia knew the way to Italy's home and hoped that the Italian wouldn't mind him being there and would cause as little trouble as he could on this visit. However as he got closer yet another shudder went through Russia, growing annoyed with this the Russian started to grumble angrily while picking up his pace.

As he came close to a full length window, the Russian halted in his tracks, there laying in a pool of his own blood lay Italy.

A/N: Woot, first Hetalia fic ever! I always wanted to do one and now here it is. And to end on a cliffhanger, how original! Anyway, hope you all like this!