... God damnit. I'm SO SORRY guys! I've just been so busy with other stories and I just kinda lost motivation to continue with this one! But I re-read it over and my Writer's Spirit ended up going "Hey! Let's get back to this!" And I went "Sure, why not?!"

So yeah; here I am, back to updating HetaOni: A Repeating Cycle. I might just shorten the name to HetaOni: ARC. What do you guys think?

Narration

"Talking"

"Phone Calls"

'Thinking'

Flashbacks/Letters

As Italy closed the door behind him, he gave a heavy sigh. He then began to slowly walk away, the usual bounce in his walk missing as he began to make his way down the hallway. When he was far enough away, the feelings that he held back while inside the cell room came to the surface and tears ran down his cheeks in waves. He fell down to the floor, the weight that he had done finally getting to him and he let out a distressed wail.

"T-They got really mad at me...," he sniffed, "G-Germany's face was e-especially scary... Straight o-out of a nightmare..." He stayed like that for a long time. He lost track of how long he had been there. However, thoughts of what he had to do came flooding back and the normally fearful nation grabbed onto the wall to pull himself up to his feet.

The nation wrapped his arms around himself, clutching the bible to his chest as he stumbled down the hall, remnants of his tears still staining his cheeks. Just as he passed the steel bar door, a loud ringing sounded throughout the empty space. He jumped and let out a shrill scream.

"GEEERRRRMMMMAAAAANNNYYY! JJJAAAAAAPPPPPPAAAAAANNNN!" Then, he came to a silent realization; the two who had always been by his side were no longer there thanks to his earlier actions. Italy's head whipped around, fearing the worst; if the monster found him. However, just as he did so, his phone dropped out of his pocket and onto the cold stone floor. It ringed and beeped; someone was calling him?

"Scary..." The Italian slowly bent over and picked up the device.

'Who could it be?' He thought. 'How are they calling me anyway?'

He flipped it open to see the active blue screen, eyes widening in shock. He immediately hit the answer call button and brought the phone to his ear.

"Um... Roma-"

"You IDIOT!" Came the response, making the nation flinch at the sudden yell into his ear. The phone left his hands and he fumbled to grab onto it before it hit the floor and broke. "WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG TO FUCKING ANSWER, GODDAMNIT?!"

"W-What?! It's true?! Is it really you Romano?! How? You are Romano, aren't you?" Italy couldn't believe it; His brother was talking to him over the phone at this very moment. He never thought that he would ever hear from him again.

"Of course I am!" Italy almost breathed a sigh of relief. It really was his older brother, his fratello.

"Ack, wait- Spain! You can't take my phone! Give it back!" The sounds of scuffling on the other side made Italy perk up and he couldn't help the happy grin that crossed his face. But it was gone as soon as it appeared. He winced when he heard the familiar sound of flesh meeting flesh as Romano smacked Spain all the way to Rome and back.

"Spain too?" He asked once the noise on the other side stopped. "W-Why? I-I..."

'It can't be true...' He thought sadly to himself, 'It just can't be true...'

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," Romano replied, "Now listen Veneziano... Wait... Are you crying?" Italy sniffed and then the smile returned, bright and happy as he wiped his eyes of new tears.

"No...," he said quietly, "I-I'm just so happy!" Before his older brother could reply, the nation posed a question that he had wanted to ask ever since he first saw the monster.

"Hey... Fratello... Can you fill in for me at work tomorrow?"

"Huh?" However, Italy continued.

"Tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and forever and ever... Can you?"

Silence was all he heard. Italy waited, standing stock still.

"... Fuck. No." The nation's eyes widened.

"Romano-"

"It's your fucking job!" Romano screeched, "So get you're fucking ass back here and fucking take care of it yourself!" The other Italian stopped for a moment to take a breath and the younger brother couldn't help but notice the raspy tone his fratello was using. Italy's brows furrowed. Was Romano... Crying?

"You...," his brother then began again. However, everything after that one word was cut off in a single burst, and Italy couldn't hear anymore.

"Ve~?... Fratello! Fratello!" When he got no reply, the Italian sighed and closed his phone. He stared at it and a tiny smile crossed over his face.

"Ve... He sounds like he's alright...," the nation mused, "It's been so long since I last heard his voice..." Italy gave one last fond look at the phone before putting it back into his pocket. As he opened the door to the small room with the hidden cave, he sighed and wiped his face once more with his sleeve.

"I wish I could go back home... To pasta and tomato... To my fratello..."

"Fuck!" A furious Italian threw his cell phone onto the wet and muddy ground, preparing to stomp on it. "It got fucking cut off!" For a moment, he seemed like he actually would step on the expensive device. However, Romano sighed, setting his foot down onto the ground gently. He picked up his phone and put it into his pocket.

"Tch... Fucking God...," he hissed, "My brother's such a pain in the ass... And the others are taking their sweet ass time to get here..." The gate behind him opened and he saw Spain running back, shaking his head.

"Took you fucking long enough," the nation said when the Spaniard was in hearing range. Spain gave a laugh.

"Language, Roma! Language!" Romano rolled his eyes. Shoving his hands in his pockets, the Italian turned back to the mansion with a frown on his face.

"Veneziano... I'm coming!"