A/N: My First Hetalia fanfic. I have been driven to do this fanfic.

Summery: Italy is having some problems with his relationship with Germany. And finds comfort in an unexpected nation. Russia.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. HOW EVER ITALY IS ALITTLE OUT OF CHARACTER SAME WITH RUSSIA….BUT HEY IT'S MY FANFIC. USING HUMAN NAMES! FOR THE MOST PART.

Warning: Swearing

Unexpected:

Chapter 1:

Feliciano Vargas hasn't been in luck with love lately. He tried to have Ludwig see his love for him but the German man wouldn't allow it in fact if he told him he was pretty sure he'd be rejected, harshly. Since he is fed up with it all he wanted to escape reality, just once.

Feliciano looked out of the window of the small hotel room he was staying in, because the nations pulled him into a meeting in a week. It was raining outside but he wanted to get away for a bit, and now. Since the nearest bar wasn't to far from here he deiced to go out. Feliciano put on a rain coat and started walking to the nearest bar which was farther then he expected. 'Why am I walking? I could've used a car. Ve~ The rain will help me think.' He thought to himself. He continued walking until he got to a bar. It was clean for the most part with chairs around the counter and it looked like he could order food as well with the tables. Yet the bar seemed empty with only a few people inside. He sat down in a seat nearest to the bartender yet without looking at the bartender's face.

"So sir what will it be?" The bartender said looking at the sad Italian with his head down. "Wait, Feliciano what are you doing here?" A familiar voice asked him.

"Huh? Alfred what are you doing working as a bartender?" Feliciano expression went from a sad look to a confused one. Alfred smiled. "Never mind that! So what will it be dude?" Alfred said in his usually loud voice.

"The strongest thing you have." Feliciano said not making eye contact.

"The Adios Motherfucker?" Alfred asked. (A/N: YES this is a actual name of a drink, yet the one I think is the strongest is the Long Island Ice tea…not from experience. Just this one has a funny name.)

"Excuse me?" Feliciano asked while making eye contact this time.

"The Adios Motherfucker is a drink dude! No need to throw a fit." Alfred smiled at the Italian that looked dumfounded. "On that note, it may be to strong for you."

"Let me have it anyway."

"What ever you say, but no passing out on the floor." Alfred went and made the drink hoping the little Italian wouldn't pass out immediately after having his first sip. "Here you are!"

"Grazie Alfred." Feliciano said and drank the blue-green liquid in one gulp, straightened himself up and asked for another one.

"You sure? You look drunk already." Alfred said with a worried look on his face.

"Si. I want another, I'm not drunk yet."

"Alright, but keep your promise on the passing out."

"Ve ~. Nessuna promessa." Feliciano smiled at a 'hiding irritation behind a smile' Alfred.

"Fine your funeral dude." Alfred gave a sigh made another Adios MF. Feliciano looked like he was ganna pass out and fell back his vision started to blur and his eyelids felt heavy he tried to keep them open but instead they closed.

"Damn it Feliciano!" Alfred said noticing Feliciano was on the floor drunk and passed out. Just then the door opened and in came a tall nation with hair an off-white and violet eyes.

"Dobriy vyechir America." The man said in a Russian accent.

"Sup Russia!" Alfred said back to the tall Russian.

"Why is Italy on the floor?" He asked looking at the smaller nation on the floor passed out.

"He drank too much. And he didn't keep his promise about passing out. Hey can you bring him home or something because I don't want him sleeping here all night."

"But I don't know where Italy can stay, he's a little far from his home."

"Well get him a hotel room dude. He can't sleep here all night."

"But I don't know-" Russia was cut off by Alfred.

"Please?"

"Da, okay." Russia said half-agreeing to it. He knew Italy was afraid of him and would most likely make noise if he woke up since him and Italy weren't necessarily on good terms (Only there bosses where), they barely knew each other. But he did this anyway for the sake of Italy not staying on the bar floor. With that he picked Italy up and started walking in the rain to the nearest hotel. 'I just hope Italy doesn't wake up while I'm carrying him…' Russia thought to himself.

Meanwhile Feliciano was dreaming a dream that was going good so far. He was at one of the world meetings he wasn't paying much attention to what America was saying but he got the gist of what he was saying it was a killer robot that fought crime by blasting soda and hamburgers at the criminals until they submit to the justice system. 'Wouldn't that make the criminal all sticky?' Feliciano thought to himself.

Feliciano looked to his left and saw Ludwig rolling his eyes at Alfred and Arthur arguing about his idiotic plan. Then he looked to the right and saw Kiku taking notes as he would. Feliciano was wondering what the expressions of the other nations so he looked around first he saw Russia who was smiling and actively paying attention, it sort of freaked Feliciano out that the first person he saw was the psychopath Russia, then he shouldn't call him that since he didn't really know him which is why the called each other by there nation names instead of there human names. Then Russia looked toward Italy they made eye contact for a while then Russia gave him a smile saying 'Please stop staring at me or suffer.' so Feliciano immediately looked away and then he saw Vash not paying attention either just cleaning his gun and Lili just watching him. He looked at Francis now picking a fight with Arthur. He looked at all the nations in the room and none of them were paying attention. What was this meeting about exactly? Feliciano turned his head to Ludwig and smiled.

"Yes Italy?" Ludwig said catching Feliciano starring at him.

"Why are you calling me Italy? Aren't we friends?" Feliciano said hiding hurt.

"Ya, Feliciano. What is it?"

"I love Ludwig is all." The Italian smiled. He actually said it and instantly puts his guard up but doesn't expect what comes next.

"I love you too, Feliciano." The German said and made the small man jump with surprise.

"Italy~" Came a Russian accent from Ludwig's mouth. Feliciano looked confused.

"Italy, please wake up. You should probably go home now, da? I need to sleep and I can't with you keep hugging me." the Russian accent said again.

Feliciano's eyes snapped right open. He looked at who he was hugging and it wasn't Ludwig.

A/N: End of Chapter 1 of Unexpected, what'll happen next?