Oh, it's my first Hetalia story! I wrote this in the summer but I never got to posting it.

Just a mini-story really. So I'm posting it all.

I've always liked Romano. He's my favorite. I truely feel bad for him sometimes, I guess I can relate. I hope you enjoy this story though!

Revies are appreciated. =0)

((Good song to listen to during this half of the chapter thingy;

I'm Still Here by John Rzeznik or for more effect listen to it in Italian, Ci Sono Anch'io by Max Pezzali

Silhouette by Owl City

Songs are mostly in Romano's point of view.))

Romano looked up at what he could see of the night sky. Most of it was blocked by trees. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know what time it was.

All he knew, was that he was tired.

He was tired from living in shadows. Tired of praying to be noticed. Tired from running too, frankly.

He went out for a walk, more like a run, after a conversation. A conversation with someone he thought he'd never have with someone.

He didn't remember how it was brought up.

"Romano? Why do you have to be so grouchy all the time?" Romano winced as he heard his brother's voice in his head.

"Why do you always have to be so damn perfect?!" he recalled his own voice.

~Insert Flashback Harp Music Here~

"You go around acting like a complete idiota and still people love you! Nobody even notices me! I'm just remembered as 'That guy's brother'! You can draw, do business! All the things I'm terrible at." he stopped himself realizing what he had just said out loud.

Veneziano looked at his brother in shock. "Roma? Do you really feel that way?" he asked with worry.

Romano stood in front of his brother feeling tears form in his green eyes.

No. He would not let his little brother see him cry.

Veneziano started to move his hand towards his older brother.

Romano slapped him away. Hard.

Veneziano put a hand to his face in shock and in pain. "Ow. Why did you hit me, fratello?" he heard the red head ask with teary eyes and a frown.

Romano looked at his own hand and back to his brother. With shocked eyes of his own.

"Mi dispiace, fratello. I can't do anything right it seems." Romano turned around to the front door of the small country cabin.

"You were always Nonno's favorite." he said before he completely ran out of the cabin and into the dark country side's wilderness.

"Fratello! Wait!"

Romano closed his eyes to feel the cool Italian air blow on his face.

He brought his legs up against his chest, wrapped his arms around them, and placed his head on his knees.

No matter what I do everyone will always remember the country of Italia as my brother. Everyone calls him it. Don't they realize it's my name too?

Ci sono anch'io…

The brunette sighed. Don't get him wrong. He loves his little brother with all his heart even if he is just some goof ball and he didn't show it.

Veneziano was the only family he had left.

Even if all of his Grandfather's inheritance was left to him people still favored Veneziano.

He will always be remembered as the goofy, scaredy-cat's older, grumpy brother.

Everyone I know hates me. They don't care about me. Just my belongings. Everyone doesn't want to even know me. I'm just some brat Spain raised. He didn't need to deal with me, he could have given up. But, but, he didn't.

Romano was confused and rubbed his eyes from getting them watery.

And Veneziano, I hit him. Will he forgive me? I mean he's extremely sensitive about that kind of stuff. What am I saying? He's just sensitive, period. I should face it. He's not going to forgive me. Maybe that's why I'm running. Where do I think I'm going anyway? There's no way out of my mess I'm in, Posso correre, ma non posso nascondere. Quindi corro…

Damn it! I'm not ready for this! Not then, not now, not yet.

He buried his face in his arms that were rested on his knees. He gave a sneeze and trembled.

"Veneziano, I'm sorry… It's not fair, I'm so sorry…" he sighed into his arms.

Just as a tear was about to fall from his eyes, Romano suddenly felt an extremely cold rush sweep over him giving his olive skin goose bumps.

He jumped up and looked around. He sighed. He was being all paranoid for nothing.

He didn't want Veneziano to find him and he wouldn't be able to. Romano didn't even know where he was himself.

He buttoned one of his undone buttons on his blue dress shirt that seemed to be a little too big for him. As he did so he realized there were rips in in. Probably from all the tree branches he ran into.

"Dannazione," he cursed under his breath in Italian.

He started to walk once again just in case Veneziano was on his tail.

He pushed away trees and branches as he pushed back the tears his watery eyes.

Suddenly Romano heard a voice calling his name. He turned around and saw a light getting closer to him.

His eyes widened before he started running once again.

Romano panted and gave small yelps from running into a branch or from one cutting him every now and then.

And try running when you're barefoot too. Not fun.

It probably wasn't the smartest idea to be running in the woods when its pitch blacks either.

Romano fell back from collision with something. He gave another yelp as he hit the ground.

He rubbed his head because he felt light headed. He tried to get his eyes back into focus so he could start running once again because he still heard a faint voice far in the distance. They kept changing. Was it because of hitting his head or because a group of people were looking for him?

Had to be the first one.

He shook his head regaining his focus. He looked around him trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness.

Romano's watery green eyes widened in fear, as he saw a different pair of yellow glowing eyes staring at him from a distance.

This time he gave a scream and started running fast pace not even trying to push away any branches.

Romano kept running and didn't stop. Running out of fear that someone, or something would find him.

Suddenly Romano tripped over something and fell to the ground. He gave a cry as he heard a crunch and kept rolling.

End of Part 1

The translations may not be good. If anyone could correct me, please do!

I put a little hint of one of the songs in there if you noticed.

Italian Translations;

idiota- idiot

fratello- brother

Mi dispiace- I'm sorry

Nonno- Grandfather, Grandpa, etc…

Ci sono anch'io- I'm here too

Posso correre, ma non posso nascondere- I can run, but I can't hide

Quindi corro- So I run

Dannazione- Damn it

Part 2

((Songs

No Way Out by Phil Collins Again, listen to it in Italian if you want to. Italian is still by Phil Collins.

Could be both Italy's point of views))

"Romano!" called out Veneziano as he searched through the woods with a flashlight.

The Italian was frantic. He needed to find his brother. Something bad may have happened to him.

"FRATELLO!" he screamed out into the air before falling to the ground and weeping.

"Italy-san!" called out a Japanese man before running to the Italian's side. "Italy-san, what is wrong?" asked the thin, black haired man.

The red head wept into his hands. "Japan, it's all my fault Romano's lost out there!" he cried as he grabbed on Japan's white jacket making the Japanese man feel uncomfortable.

"How could it be your fault?" he replied trying to comfort the Italian but also trying to pull him off.

"Mein Gott, Italy stop being dramatic." said a tall German man walking towards the two with a flashlight. "It's not your fault. He chose to run out on his own." he reminded as he swept his fingers through his blonde hair putting stays back into place.

Italy let go of Japan's jacket turning to the blonde German much to Japan's relief.

"But Germany, if we hadn't started fighting and if I hadn't brought up that question he wouldn't have ran out in the first place!" he cried out now grabbing onto the German's green sweatshirt.

"Nien!" Germany said pushing the Italian off him. "There was nothing you could have done, stop blaming yourself."

"But we've been looking for him for hours! It's cold out too! Something could have gotten him! Or he could have been kidnapped. Or he could have been captured by an evil witch who wants to fatten him up and eat him! Or he-,"

Italy was interrupted by a loud obnoxious laugh. Suddenly another light appeared revealing a white haired man in a black hoody.

"HAHA, West is right! You are over reacting Italy!" said the albino in a German accent.

"You're just lucky we three were around to help you look for the impolite ruck." he said in German gaining an elbow from Germany.

"Yeah, he's the impolite jerk…" he said giving a glare to his older brother. "Warten Sie, why exactly did you come?" he asked annoyed.

"失礼." (Shitsurei) Japan said interrupting for a moment giving a slight bow. "But I believe Italy-san invited Prussia-san for the assistance."

"Ah you see! This place is so big that you need the awesome me to help! Thanks Japan!" he said putting an arm around the Japanese man.

Germany rolled his eyes.

"Please, don't touch me…"

"Will everyone just stop!" yelled Germany. "Okay so obviously splitting up didn't help before because we almost lost each other. Why don't we go in groups of two then?" the German asked scanning each nation and plus one for a response.

"Va bene,"

"はい!" (Hai!)

"Geldstrafe…"

"Good. Then let's go." Germany instructed.

Prussia grabbed Japan by the arm and made him jump a little bit by doing so. "I'll go with Japan. Gehen wir, Japan!" he said while dragging him away.

"てください (Te kudasai), stop touching me…."

Germany looked over to Prussia walking away dragging off Japan. "I swear, sometimes he just comes to annoy me," the German said to Italy.

He was taken back by the normally happy Italian's depressed expression.

"Italy? Are you alright?" he asked his friend. He got no response. "Italy?" again nothing. "Italy! Antworte mir!" he yelled giving the Italian a slight push in the arm.

"Cosa? Oh, Mi dispiace Germany. What is it?" asked the Italian trying to make a smile.

Germany frowned. "You really are worried aren't you? About your bruder?" he asked.

"Si," Italy sighed as he stopped walking. "It's just the fight we had. He never told me he was jealous of me before. I had no idea." he looked at the ground. "And what's even worse, realizing it now, he might even be right about Grandpa Rome liking him better…." Italy felt his throat clench up as he spoke.

"Nonno Rome, he always used to leave Romano out of things. Romano tried to get his attention, with stuff that he did. But Nonno was always too busy looking at my things, I always stole the spotlight from him. And I'm just realizing all of this stuff now. He went through decades of this Germany," Italy stopped and looked down as a tear went down his face.

Germany gave a soft smile and put a hand on Italy's shoulder. "I kind of know how you feel right now Italy," Germany said recalling memories. "I had a Grandfather once too, you know?"

"Si, I keep forgetting." Italy admitted.

"Well, Prussia was there before me and formed a strong bond with my Opa. But one day my Opa started to hang out and train with me more than my bruder. Of course you could guess how Prussia felt."

Italy nodded. Prussia always got jealous of Germany. No one else though.

"Well one day Prussia told me how he felt. I wasn't so shocked that he was jealous of me because I kind of knew. He would always pout whenever he saw me and Opa doing something together." Germany recalled giving a small laugh.

"But I was waiting for him to tell me. There's a saying from my country, 'Diejenigen, die Geheimnisse zu wahren sind stark. Diejenigen, die ihre Geheimnisse zugeben, sind stärker.' 'Those who keep secrets are strong. Those who admit their secrets are stronger.'" Germany informed.

Italy looked at the blue eyed blonde in fascination. "So you're saying I should have waited for Romano to tell me?" asked the Italian.

"Nien, not necessarily. Romano would have told you when he was ready but, he was probably ready to tell you a long time ago. But he never found the chance to. Prussia brought it up when we were having a normal conversation. I don't think Romano was ready to say it today. He probably just shouted it out in frustration. But keeping something like that for a long time is hardening."

"Capisco," Italy sighed in Italian. "We need to find him. So I can say I'm sorry." he informed.

"Ja. That would be a smart idea." Germany said giving a grin.

Italy looked at his German friend. "Grazie Germany." he smiled in his usual happy voice much to the German's relief.

"Gern geschehen. Now let's go find your bruder. I'm freezing." Germany said as he started walking again.

"Si! Me too!" replied the Italian as both he and Germany shone their flashlights ahead of them avoiding roots and branches.

Italy felt dizzy for a moment but then it disappeared. Italy shook it off and kept walking.

The two kept walking for a while until Germany and Italy heard a familiar scream.

"Romano?" Italy cried out realizing that his slight dizziness from before must have been from his brother.

It was strange. Any countries that are true brothers or sisters are connected to each other. If one was sad they would feel a moment of sadness. If one was hurt they would experience a slight moment of "pain".

"Germany! Romano hurt his head!" he screamed out to his friend.

Suddenly Italy felt scared but it disappeared as quickly as it came.

"Germany! We have to help him! Ha paura…" Italy cried out.

The German was taken back by all of this. He wasn't confused, he knew what Italy was talking about but he didn't know what to do.

"in Ordnung, we have to figure out where we heard that scream came from before." Germany instructed.

"I heard it over there!" Italy said point his flashlight at some trees. "Or was it over there?" he said shinning it again in a different direction. "O era lì?" the Italian said frantically shinning his flashlight in different directions.

The two looked around in confusion.

"Let's just try over there then." Germany instructed shinning his flashlight ahead of them.

Unexpectedly, Germany's flashlight started blinking then shut off.

"Was die," he said in shock. "I could have sworn these are new batteries." he said hitting his flashlight against his hand.

"They are, I saw you put some in before we left… You even took them out of the box…" The Italian felt a little freaked out.

"Don't be ridiculous Italy," responded Germany hiding his little fear. "They're probably just duds…" he suggested giving a small nervous laugh. Germany was as tuff as nails. Except when it came to spooky supernatural stuff that no one can explain, that is.

Italy looked at his friend. "Um, okay. Let's get going then. We still have my flashli-"

Suddenly Italy's flashlight started blinking just like Germany's did.

"No! Non farlo!" Italy cried slapping his flashlight against his hand.

Finally, Italy's flashlight went dead and the two were left in darkness.

"Germanyyy…." the Italian wined grabbing his friends arm. "What's going onnnn…." he cried.

"Um," the German thought for a moment also slightly grabbing the Italian by the arm. "Maybe there's a satellite, or a generator interrupting them." he suggested.

"But Germany, there are no-"

A giant flash of light interrupted the Italian. Both he and Germany looked over their shoulders.

"What was-"

Italy felt his mouth be covered.

"Shhh. Did you hear that?" questioned Germany.

Both Italy and Germany were completely silent.

They both heard it. A rustle. It sounded like footsteps but fast.

Suddenly both countries heard a loud scream coming towards them.

Both countries grabbed onto each other and started screaming.

Something hit Italy and brought Germany down in the process.

Italian;

Va bene- okay

Cosa?- What?

Si- yes

Capisco- I see

Grazie- thanks, thank you, etc…

Ha paura- He's scared

O era lì?- Or was it there?

No! non farlo!- No! Don't!

German;

Mien Gott- My God

Nien- No

ruck- jerk

Warten Sie- Wait

Geldstrafe- Fine

Gehen wir- Let's go

Antworte mir- Answer me

bruder- brother

Opa- Grandfather, Grandpa, etc…

Diejenigen, die Geheimnisse zu wahren sind stark. Diejenigen, die ihre Geheimnisse zugeben, sind starker- Those who keep secrets are strong. Those who admit their secrets are stronger

Ja- Yes

Gern geschehen- You're welcome

in Ordnung- All right

Was die- What the

Japanese;

失礼 (Shitsurei)- Excuse me (interjection)

はい (Hai)- Yes

てください (Te kudasai)- Please