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My Fratello

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  “Who are you?” asked the blonde boy sulkily, hiding his hands behind his back. The brown-haired boy growled.

    “Never mind that! I know who you are! You’re that igannare (fool) that always makes my fratello cry!” shouted Romano, standing defensively in front of Feliciano. The blonde gritted his teeth.

    “I’m the Holy Roman Empire!” he announced proudly, still clutching the small bouquet of wildflowers he had picked before. The blonde boy knew that he always made North Italy cry, but never knew the reason how he made him cry, but had come to apologize for it anyways. But he didn’t want to do it in front of this boy.

    Romano didn’t budge, unimpressed by the name. He ignored his brother’s hand on his shoulder and continued to glare at the blonde. Feliciano peeked out from behind his brother’s back, making the blonde redden a little.

    “I’m not letting you near my brother!” declared Romano, stepping closer to Feliciano, his tiny fist clenched at his side. His right hand was holding his brother’s being his back, squeezing it to assure Feliciano.

    “I just want to say something to him!” said the Holy Roman Empire, frustrated. Romano didn’t let up.

    “Go away, stupid bastardo!”


    “Fratello! Stop crying already! He’s not worth your tears!”

    “B-but Romano! He promised he would come b-back! B-but, h-he hasn’t come visit us in ages! D-do you th-think he’s… he’s…” whimpered Feliciano. Romano’s face fell.

    “Feli,” he said soothingly. His brother looked up, hardly ever hearing the soft side of his twin brother. “Feli,” Romano repeated, “Do you really think the strong Holy Roman Empire would die?”

    You could see the gears turning in North Italy’s head. Romano mustered up a fake grin.

    “Of course not! I heard that he’s super strong! Even more, I heard he has this awesome nation to back him up too! He’s gonna win that war, fratello, and come back!” exclaimed Romano, spreading out his arms. Feliciano tackled him with a hug.

    “G-grazie, fratello!” thanked Feliciano, “I should get back to doing the chores or Mister Austria will scold me again!”    With that, Feliciano ran off, beaming. Romano’s smile melted off his face and he stared at the retreating back of his brother.

    “You better come back, bastardo…” he muttered into the air.


                “Eh?!! You’re here again?!” exclaimed Romano, glaring at the tall blonde. Germany sighed.

                “This is my house, you know,” he said. A brunette walked into the room, grinning.

                “Fratello! You came to visit again!” he exclaimed cheerily, skipping over to his brother.

                “Feliciano, you should move in with me. That way I can keep an eye on you,” offered Romano, still glaring at an uncomfortable Germany. North Italy frowned.

                “Why would you want to keep an eye on me?” asked North Italy, tilting his head. Germany looked at Romano, also waiting for an answer.

                “To make sure this potato bastard doesn’t screw you over!” shouted Romano, pointing at Germany. He stepped in front of North Italy and folded his arms. “Stupid German!”

                The blonde man frowned. “Why do you hate me so much anyways?” enquired Germany, furrowing his brow. Romano gritted his teeth.

                “Because all you eat are stupid potatoes and sausages!” growled Romano, still protectively in front of Feliciano. North Italy ‘vee’d and put his hand on Romano’s shoulder.

                “That’s not a good reason, you know,” whispered North Italy to Romano. The twin huffed, taking out a tomato and eating it.

    Frankly, Romano would have no problem with Germany, if he didn’t have that same blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin. Germany reminded him of that boy, the one that always made his fratello cry. This time, he would make sure that this blonde man wouldn’t hurt his fratello like the last time, even if they weren’t the same person. It had been the same situation as last time; Italy had made friends with a strong nation that didn’t have much friends. But then he disappeared and never came back, leaving a torn Feliciano and a lying brother to comfort him.

    Romano continued to glare at Germany, who had his hands behind his back for some reason.

    “What are you hiding, idiota?” asked Romano, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. Germany blushed.

    “Look, can I just talk to Feliciano for a bit?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck. Romano glared at him and shrugged.

    “Fine, but you only get thirty seconds,” he reasoned, and strode out of the room. Romano then put his back against the wall and stayed absolutely silent and still. This was the perfect opportunity for the German to make his fratello cry, and Romano wasn’t about to let that happen.

    “Italy, I’m sorry I made you cry last time,” began Germany, deep voice reaching Romano’s ears.

    Ah ha! So he did make my fratello cry! thought Romano angrily, ready to jump out and punch the German.

    “So I decided to give you something for an apology,” continued Germany, and Italy laughed in delight. Romano peeked from behind the door, and saw a red Germany giving Italy flowers.

    “These are the flowers that I said I really liked! Thanks Germany!” exclaimed Italy in delight. He hugged Germany and exited the room through a different door, humming a tune. Germany exhaled a breath, relieved that the little embarrassing session was over, and jumped when Romano entered the room.

    “D-did y-you hear—“ stuttered Germany, but Romano grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down.

    “Potato bastard, you better take care of my fratello. I knew a boy just like you who hurt my fratello very much, and I never forgave him,” snarled Romano quietly; glaring into Germany’s shocked blue eyes. “But it seems that you’re a little different. You know what the other guy did once he made friends with my fratello? Went away and promised he would come back,” continued Romano, “But you know what? He. Never. Did. I had to lie to North Italy, saying he would come back, making me a liar and a crap load of a brother.”

    Silence hung in the room. Romano glared at Germany for a bit more before releasing his collar. The blonde man straightened and cleared his throat. Romano lightly hit Germany’s chest with a fist, hair falling to cover his eyes.

    “Don’t do that, okay, Germany? Protect my brother, and stay by his side. He doesn’t deserve to go through that again,” whispered Romano, clenching Germany’s shirt in his other hand. Germany’s features softened, and he clasped the brunet’s shoulders.

    “Okay, I won’t,” he assured Romano, who left without a word.

    Maybe it’ll be different this time… thought Romano, as he looked back at Germany’s house.


This oneshot is based on the headcanon that Romano wouldn't actually have such a problem with Germany if Germany didn't look so much like HRE; who had hurt his brother. What do you think? Please comment and tell me your thoughts below!

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jhessythecrazy's avatar
How adorable :)really like the way on how you connected H.R.E with Germany in that way...since a lot people say that he and Germany are the same people