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Fandom: Hetalia
Pairings: Eventual Spamano and GerIta with slight USUK.
Rating: T (For Romano's Mouth)

Hetalia never has been and never will be owned by me. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Chapter 8-Search Party
"How could you know about this and not tell me?!" Spain wailed, attempting to stifle his tears. "I thought we were friends!" France was patting his shoulder, trying to keep him from crying himself dry.
"I'm so sorry, Antonio. But he made me promise. I'm a man of my word, I couldn't just break a promise." Leaving the Spanish man to calm down, he turned to Feliciano and Germany. Feli had lost all control and was currently sitting in Germany's lap, bawling into his shirt. Germany was petting his hair, attempting to calm him down by whispering encouraging things in wonky Italian. Germany was never the best at speaking in Italian, but he knew that Feli knew it was the thought that counted, and always found it calming when Ludwig spoke to him in his own language.
"Feliciano. Do you know of anywhere that your brother likes to go when he wants to be alone?" France asked in his silkiest voice, trying to keep the gentle Italian from crying even more. Feli sniffed and lifted his face out of Germany's shirt, shaking his head.
"No. Usually when he wants to be alone, he locks himself in the bathroom, the closet, or sits up a tree in the back yard. But he ran, so I have no idea..." He choked out, his voice wavering. Germany went back to petting his hair in attempt to calm the small Italian down, but that only succeeded in making him cling to him even more and start crying again. Deciding to give them some privacy, France wandered out of the living room, past Prussia, who was staring solemnly at the window, and out into the entrance hall. He glanced up the stairs, to where Romano's door still sat ajar after having been flung open that morning.
Everything had been so calm this morning. He thought, sitting down on the bottom step and listening to the sound of Feli's sobs and Spain trying to calm himself down. Can it really have only been a day or two since he came to me? As he glanced around the room, he caught sight of Spain's wall of portraits, and briefly remembered the coin Spain had given to Romano on his last birthday. Spain had put Romano's feelings ahead of his own, but Romano had stayed. Spain had thought he was safe. And then this happened. Kicking at a corner of the threadbare rug resting at the bottom of the stairs, France sighed.
Damn it, Romano. Where did you go? Can't you see how much everyone cares about you?
Romano had no idea where he was going. All he knew was that he was running through the streets of Spain, tear streaming down his face. He knew that his head was spinning, his vision failing, his breathing was becoming ragged, and that there was a good chance he would never come back. That he would never see his family again. Never see Antonio again. That thought made him falter, but only for a second. Fear and shame kept him running away from the house where he had spent most of his life. Unsure of where he was heading, he stopped in the middle of a marketplace. Panting and wiping tears off of his cheeks, he looked around. No one seemed to have noticed him. Reassured by that small fact, he looked down the street. There. There was a park that opened up into the forest. Perfect. He thought, running towards it. I can just disappear into the woods. As he approached the woods, he caught a glance of someone that caused him to freeze.
Could it be-?
No, no, that's impossible.
But he was right there...
He spun around in circles, trying to find the person and unintentionally making himself dizzy.
I thought I just saw Grandpa Rome...
"Okay, everyone. Regroup around me!" A now determined-sounding Spain yelled, climbing up on the coffee table to attract more attention. Prussia pulled himself away from the window, France wandered into the living room, still looking at Romano's door, and Germany gently pulled Feliciano off of him and they both moved closer.
"Okay. We all here?"
"Well, everyone except-"
"Gilbert, don't even say it."
"Oui, we're all here, Antonio."
"Okay." Spain sighed, pushing his hand through his hair. Now that he knew what was happening, he was unsure. He didn't know if he could do anything about it. But he knew he had to set an example for poor Feli. He had to be strong, for both of them.
"Okay." He repeated, trying to organize his thoughts. "So, it has become clear that sitting here will solve nothing. So I've come to a conclusion. We're just going to have to go find him and bring him back." Spain said, sounding much more confident than he felt. "I'm sure he couldn't have gotten far. After all, he's just one person traveling on foot." Feliciano raised his hand, and Spain glanced at him.
"You don't have to raise your hand, you can just talk, Feli."
"Oh. Um, okay." He shifted in his seat and looked down at his shoes. "It's just that... something like this happened once before, and we found him all the way at miss Hungary's house... he can cover a lot of ground when he wants to." Spain felt his heart drop into his stomach. But, remembering to be strong, smiled and said "Well then, let's just hope he doesn't want to." Feli gave him a half-hearted smile, and Spain returned it.
"Now, I know the odds are currently five against one, but does anyone think they know anyone that might be able to help? The bigger the numbers the better." He glanced around to see everyone racking their brains. Trying to think of someone who could help. The sight of this made Spain smile a little.
Oh, Lovi. He thought, climbing down from the coffee table, If only you could see how much we all care about you...
"Hey Spain?" Feli said, waving his hand in the air again. "Germany and I were talking and, well, do you think Japan might be able to help? He's never met my fratello, but he's technically his ally. And allies stick together. Plus he's real reliable and very smart!"
"Good thinking." Spain replied, pleased at the suggestion. "And while you're at it, see if he can bring anyone with him." Then, leaving Germany and Italy to call their friend, he turned to France and Prussia. "Francis. Gilbert. Please tell me you have some ideas..."
"Oui, although I don't know if it would work."
"What'cha got?"
"Well, " France replied, sighing. "I was thinking I could get America to help. Since he likes to think of himself as the Hero, I think he'd probably want to help out with this."
"That sounds reasonable. What's the problem?"
"England. If he heard America was doing something on my request, he'd want to come and make sure I don't 'do anything'. And we all know how afraid of him poor Feli is."
"That's true." Spain sighed. "There would be no way to get America without England. We could tell him not to say anything to England, but we all know he can't keep a secret. I wonder, maybe if we-"
"Just call America."
Spain and France both turned to see Feli standing there with a look of determination on his face. He'd even opened his eyes. "Call him and have him bring England."
"But Feliciano..." France said "I thought you were terrified of England! You always run away from him, and you can't even hear his name without frowning."
"My brother matters more to me than my own fears. Call America." Feli insisted, curling his hands into fists at his sides. France nodded and walked into the hall to place the call, and Spain smiled.
"You're very brave and kind, you know that, Feli?" He said, placing his hand on the Italian's shoulder. "Roma's lucky to have you as a brother." At the mention of Romano, Feli smiled and a single tear fell down his cheek.
"Will we be able to find him, Spain?"
"We can only hope, Feli. We can only hope."
"So I'd like to thank you all for coming." Spain said, standing on the coffee table again. "And I'd like to thank everyone who brought someone, you've broadened the search, and for that I am grateful." His eyes scanned around the room. On the left stood Germany and Feli, next to Japan, who had brought Greece with him. America stood in front of him, standing between England and France, who were giving each other nasty looks. And on his right stood Prussia, with Austria and Hungary standing behind him. Off further to the side lingered Belgium and Netherlands, whom Spain had called personally. Spain smiled at the sheer amount of people who had shown up.
"Hey, dude?" America said, looking confused. "Remind me why we're here again? I mean, I know Romano ran off, but won't he just come back home eventually?" Most of the new people in the room looked just as confused as him. Sighing, Spain braced himself for the explanation he didn't want to have to give.
"Well, yes and no. You see, it's true that Roma has run away. And that under normal circumstances, he would return home. But these aren't normal circumstances." He paused, thinking of the best way to explain the most important part of the story.
"Has something bad happened to him? Did someone pick on him? Or kidnap him?" Hungary asked, whipping out her frying pan. "Because if they did, I know someone who's going home with a concussion today."
"Yes. No. No." Spain sighed, answering her questions. "Something has happened to him, but it isn't because of anyone. From what I understand from what Francis told me, it has to do with the recent unification of Ita-chan and Roma's halves of their country." A murmur passed around the room as everyone instantly tried to figure out what could be happening. Feli simply looked up at Spain with horror in his eyes. As the muttering in the room died down, he stepped closer to the coffee table Spain was standing on.
"Does that mean it's... my fault? It's my fault my fratello's dying? He's dying because we're one country now and somehow I was the Italy chosen to represent it? Is that it?" He asked, tears brimming his amber eyes and his voice wavering with each word. The reaction was immediate. Everyone crying out various things about the horror of it all, and that surely it couldn't be Feli's fault. Spain knelt down on the table and smiled at Feli.
"Of course it isn't your fault. You can't control this. No one can. Don't cry Feliciano, please. Be strong."
"I-... I don't know if I can, Spain... I'm not strong like everyone else in this room. Like fratello. He's so confident about everything he does... so sure of himself. I wish I could be more like him." Feli sniffed, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. Ruffling his hair and giving him one more encouraging look, Spain stood back up on the table and tried to quiet everyone down. It took him ten minutes, but eventually he was able to quiet the room.
"I know that this may come as a shock to most of you. I know I was definitely shocked when I found out. But this is the time for action. We need to find him before anything can happen to him. If possible, I want to try and save him. And if not..." Spain trailed off, not wanting to continue. "If not... then... I want him to be home when it happens. Safe and warm and surrounded by the love of his friends and family. He deserves that much." He stopped, climbing down from the table and trying to get rid of the lump that was forming in his throat. Belgium walked over and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Alright everyone!" She yelled, deciding to speak for Spain. "Get ready to leave! Bring anything that might be helpful! And remember, we can't let him know we're looking for him!" As the various nations scrambled to get their coats and such together, Spain sat down on the table and sighed running his hand through his hair. Belgium gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and then went to go get her and her brother's coats. Spain sighed and looked up. The numbers were on his side, but deep inside he had a horrible feeling that they wouldn't make it. That he would be left, clutching Romano's lifeless body, feeling his happiness drain out of him. Besides, Romano had run away. Wouldn't that mean that he wanted to be alone? And what more did Spain want for him, than to be happy? If that was true, then going to find him would be the wrong thing to do. The selfish thing, even. Thinking he'd made a mistake, Spain stood up to tell everyone he'd changed his mind. That's when he heard Feliciano. He was sitting at the kitchen table, with a fork and spoon in hand.
"This is Feliciano the fork." He said, using the utensils as a child might use hand puppets or dolls. "Many people take one look at him and think, 'he's so important, what would we do without him?' They think that because he's the most commonly used utensil at dinner tables, that he's the most important. But what they don't know is that there are plenty of things that he isn't capable of doing." He then set down the fork and picked up the spoon. It was one of the oldest spoons that Spain still had in the house, and it was covered in scratches. He had been planning to throw it out soon.
"This is Lovino the spoon. He's been scarred and broken from people using him over the years, yet he can still do his job. He's a very overlooked utensil. Most people don't give spoons a second thought. But Lovino the spoon is very, very important. Without him, the entire kitchen would be thrown into chaos. There's just so many things that he can do that no other utensil can. If only he could see it for himself..." Feliciano set the spoon back down on the table, sighing. "If only he could see it for himself."
Spain stood watching as Feli sighed and set the utensils back in the drawer. That's right. He thought, turning and seeing Belgium and her brother getting their coats on, as Prussia and Hungary worked together to scan a map for any possible places Romano could have run to. So many people care about him... which is why we need to find him! To make sure he knows that!
"Alright, Everyone, let's go!" Spain yelled, opening the front door and feeling more confident than he could ever remember feeling in his life.
We're coming, Roma. We're coming. And this time I'm not letting go.

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Fandom: Hetalia
Pairings: Eventual Spamano and GerIta with slight USUK.
Rating: T (For Romano's Mouth)

Hetalia never has been and never will be owned by me. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Chapter 8-Search Party
"How could you know about this and not tell me?!" Spain wailed, attempting to stifle his tears. "I thought we were friends!" France was patting his shoulder, trying to keep him from crying himself dry.
"I'm so sorry, Antonio. But he made me promise. I'm a man of my word, I couldn't just break a promise." Leaving the Spanish man to calm down, he turned to Feliciano and Germany. Feli had lost all control and was currently sitting in Germany's lap, bawling into his shirt. Germany was petting his hair, attempting to calm him down by whispering encouraging things in wonky Italian. Germany was never the best at speaking in Italian, but he knew that Feli knew it was the thought that counted, and always found it calming when Ludwig spoke to him in his own language.
"Feliciano. Do you know of anywhere that your brother likes to go when he wants to be alone?" France asked in his silkiest voice, trying to keep the gentle Italian from crying even more. Feli sniffed and lifted his face out of Germany's shirt, shaking his head.
"No. Usually when he wants to be alone, he locks himself in the bathroom, the closet, or sits up a tree in the back yard. But he ran, so I have no idea..." He choked out, his voice wavering. Germany went back to petting his hair in attempt to calm the small Italian down, but that only succeeded in making him cling to him even more and start crying again. Deciding to give them some privacy, France wandered out of the living room, past Prussia, who was staring solemnly at the window, and out into the entrance hall. He glanced up the stairs, to where Romano's door still sat ajar after having been flung open that morning.
Everything had been so calm this morning. He thought, sitting down on the bottom step and listening to the sound of Feli's sobs and Spain trying to calm himself down. Can it really have only been a day or two since he came to me? As he glanced around the room, he caught sight of Spain's wall of portraits, and briefly remembered the coin Spain had given to Romano on his last birthday. Spain had put Romano's feelings ahead of his own, but Romano had stayed. Spain had thought he was safe. And then this happened. Kicking at a corner of the threadbare rug resting at the bottom of the stairs, France sighed.
Damn it, Romano. Where did you go? Can't you see how much everyone cares about you?
Romano had no idea where he was going. All he knew was that he was running through the streets of Spain, tear streaming down his face. He knew that his head was spinning, his vision failing, his breathing was becoming ragged, and that there was a good chance he would never come back. That he would never see his family again. Never see Antonio again. That thought made him falter, but only for a second. Fear and shame kept him running away from the house where he had spent most of his life. Unsure of where he was heading, he stopped in the middle of a marketplace. Panting and wiping tears off of his cheeks, he looked around. No one seemed to have noticed him. Reassured by that small fact, he looked down the street. There. There was a park that opened up into the forest. Perfect. He thought, running towards it. I can just disappear into the woods. As he approached the woods, he caught a glance of someone that caused him to freeze.
Could it be-?
No, no, that's impossible.
But he was right there...
He spun around in circles, trying to find the person and unintentionally making himself dizzy.
I thought I just saw Grandpa Rome...
"Okay, everyone. Regroup around me!" A now determined-sounding Spain yelled, climbing up on the coffee table to attract more attention. Prussia pulled himself away from the window, France wandered into the living room, still looking at Romano's door, and Germany gently pulled Feliciano off of him and they both moved closer.
"Okay. We all here?"
"Well, everyone except-"
"Gilbert, don't even say it."
"Oui, we're all here, Antonio."
"Okay." Spain sighed, pushing his hand through his hair. Now that he knew what was happening, he was unsure. He didn't know if he could do anything about it. But he knew he had to set an example for poor Feli. He had to be strong, for both of them.
"Okay." He repeated, trying to organize his thoughts. "So, it has become clear that sitting here will solve nothing. So I've come to a conclusion. We're just going to have to go find him and bring him back." Spain said, sounding much more confident than he felt. "I'm sure he couldn't have gotten far. After all, he's just one person traveling on foot." Feliciano raised his hand, and Spain glanced at him.
"You don't have to raise your hand, you can just talk, Feli."
"Oh. Um, okay." He shifted in his seat and looked down at his shoes. "It's just that... something like this happened once before, and we found him all the way at miss Hungary's house... he can cover a lot of ground when he wants to." Spain felt his heart drop into his stomach. But, remembering to be strong, smiled and said "Well then, let's just hope he doesn't want to." Feli gave him a half-hearted smile, and Spain returned it.
"Now, I know the odds are currently five against one, but does anyone think they know anyone that might be able to help? The bigger the numbers the better." He glanced around to see everyone racking their brains. Trying to think of someone who could help. The sight of this made Spain smile a little.
Oh, Lovi. He thought, climbing down from the coffee table, If only you could see how much we all care about you...
"Hey Spain?" Feli said, waving his hand in the air again. "Germany and I were talking and, well, do you think Japan might be able to help? He's never met my fratello, but he's technically his ally. And allies stick together. Plus he's real reliable and very smart!"
"Good thinking." Spain replied, pleased at the suggestion. "And while you're at it, see if he can bring anyone with him." Then, leaving Germany and Italy to call their friend, he turned to France and Prussia. "Francis. Gilbert. Please tell me you have some ideas..."
"Oui, although I don't know if it would work."
"What'cha got?"
"Well, " France replied, sighing. "I was thinking I could get America to help. Since he likes to think of himself as the Hero, I think he'd probably want to help out with this."
"That sounds reasonable. What's the problem?"
"England. If he heard America was doing something on my request, he'd want to come and make sure I don't 'do anything'. And we all know how afraid of him poor Feli is."
"That's true." Spain sighed. "There would be no way to get America without England. We could tell him not to say anything to England, but we all know he can't keep a secret. I wonder, maybe if we-"
"Just call America."
Spain and France both turned to see Feli standing there with a look of determination on his face. He'd even opened his eyes. "Call him and have him bring England."
"But Feliciano..." France said "I thought you were terrified of England! You always run away from him, and you can't even hear his name without frowning."
"My brother matters more to me than my own fears. Call America." Feli insisted, curling his hands into fists at his sides. France nodded and walked into the hall to place the call, and Spain smiled.
"You're very brave and kind, you know that, Feli?" He said, placing his hand on the Italian's shoulder. "Roma's lucky to have you as a brother." At the mention of Romano, Feli smiled and a single tear fell down his cheek.
"Will we be able to find him, Spain?"
"We can only hope, Feli. We can only hope."
"So I'd like to thank you all for coming." Spain said, standing on the coffee table again. "And I'd like to thank everyone who brought someone, you've broadened the search, and for that I am grateful." His eyes scanned around the room. On the left stood Germany and Feli, next to Japan, who had brought Greece with him. America stood in front of him, standing between England and France, who were giving each other nasty looks. And on his right stood Prussia, with Austria and Hungary standing behind him. Off further to the side lingered Belgium and Netherlands, whom Spain had called personally. Spain smiled at the sheer amount of people who had shown up.
"Hey, dude?" America said, looking confused. "Remind me why we're here again? I mean, I know Romano ran off, but won't he just come back home eventually?" Most of the new people in the room looked just as confused as him. Sighing, Spain braced himself for the explanation he didn't want to have to give.
"Well, yes and no. You see, it's true that Roma has run away. And that under normal circumstances, he would return home. But these aren't normal circumstances." He paused, thinking of the best way to explain the most important part of the story.
"Has something bad happened to him? Did someone pick on him? Or kidnap him?" Hungary asked, whipping out her frying pan. "Because if they did, I know someone who's going home with a concussion today."
"Yes. No. No." Spain sighed, answering her questions. "Something has happened to him, but it isn't because of anyone. From what I understand from what Francis told me, it has to do with the recent unification of Ita-chan and Roma's halves of their country." A murmur passed around the room as everyone instantly tried to figure out what could be happening. Feli simply looked up at Spain with horror in his eyes. As the muttering in the room died down, he stepped closer to the coffee table Spain was standing on.
"Does that mean it's... my fault? It's my fault my fratello's dying? He's dying because we're one country now and somehow I was the Italy chosen to represent it? Is that it?" He asked, tears brimming his amber eyes and his voice wavering with each word. The reaction was immediate. Everyone crying out various things about the horror of it all, and that surely it couldn't be Feli's fault. Spain knelt down on the table and smiled at Feli.
"Of course it isn't your fault. You can't control this. No one can. Don't cry Feliciano, please. Be strong."
"I-... I don't know if I can, Spain... I'm not strong like everyone else in this room. Like fratello. He's so confident about everything he does... so sure of himself. I wish I could be more like him." Feli sniffed, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. Ruffling his hair and giving him one more encouraging look, Spain stood back up on the table and tried to quiet everyone down. It took him ten minutes, but eventually he was able to quiet the room.
"I know that this may come as a shock to most of you. I know I was definitely shocked when I found out. But this is the time for action. We need to find him before anything can happen to him. If possible, I want to try and save him. And if not..." Spain trailed off, not wanting to continue. "If not... then... I want him to be home when it happens. Safe and warm and surrounded by the love of his friends and family. He deserves that much." He stopped, climbing down from the table and trying to get rid of the lump that was forming in his throat. Belgium walked over and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Alright everyone!" She yelled, deciding to speak for Spain. "Get ready to leave! Bring anything that might be helpful! And remember, we can't let him know we're looking for him!" As the various nations scrambled to get their coats and such together, Spain sat down on the table and sighed running his hand through his hair. Belgium gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and then went to go get her and her brother's coats. Spain sighed and looked up. The numbers were on his side, but deep inside he had a horrible feeling that they wouldn't make it. That he would be left, clutching Romano's lifeless body, feeling his happiness drain out of him. Besides, Romano had run away. Wouldn't that mean that he wanted to be alone? And what more did Spain want for him, than to be happy? If that was true, then going to find him would be the wrong thing to do. The selfish thing, even. Thinking he'd made a mistake, Spain stood up to tell everyone he'd changed his mind. That's when he heard Feliciano. He was sitting at the kitchen table, with a fork and spoon in hand.
"This is Feliciano the fork." He said, using the utensils as a child might use hand puppets or dolls. "Many people take one look at him and think, 'he's so important, what would we do without him?' They think that because he's the most commonly used utensil at dinner tables, that he's the most important. But what they don't know is that there are plenty of things that he isn't capable of doing." He then set down the fork and picked up the spoon. It was one of the oldest spoons that Spain still had in the house, and it was covered in scratches. He had been planning to throw it out soon.
"This is Lovino the spoon. He's been scarred and broken from people using him over the years, yet he can still do his job. He's a very overlooked utensil. Most people don't give spoons a second thought. But Lovino the spoon is very, very important. Without him, the entire kitchen would be thrown into chaos. There's just so many things that he can do that no other utensil can. If only he could see it for himself..." Feliciano set the spoon back down on the table, sighing. "If only he could see it for himself."
Spain stood watching as Feli sighed and set the utensils back in the drawer. That's right. He thought, turning and seeing Belgium and her brother getting their coats on, as Prussia and Hungary worked together to scan a map for any possible places Romano could have run to. So many people care about him... which is why we need to find him! To make sure he knows that!
"Alright, Everyone, let's go!" Spain yelled, opening the front door and feeling more confident than he could ever remember feeling in his life.
We're coming, Roma. We're coming. And this time I'm not letting go.