UGH, I SERIOUSLY DEBATED WHETHER OR NOT I SHOULD POST THIS CHAPTER.
I FEEL HORRIBLE FOR WRITING THIS.
I don't own Hetalia!
An Italian man moped around his house. He was usually a happy-go-lucky fellow, but he was feeling lower than the basement under the first floor. This Italian man's name was Feliciano Vargas, or Italy Veneziano, the personification of North Italy. Or rather, just the personification of Italy.
"Lovi... Why...? You said you'd come back..."
Feliciano headed back upstairs, glancing only once at the closed door of his brother's room before heading to his own room. He simply flopped down on the bed and fell asleep.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BE-!
Feliciano crawled out of bed after he turned off his alarm clock. After about an hour, he reached the World Meeting that was being held in his country. Feliciano was very early, for once.
"Empty... So empty..." He muttered.
He sat down in his seat and waited.
Time seemed to have slowed down to a crawl for poor Feli.
He looked up, however, when he heard the sound of the door opening.
An Englishman with messy blonde hair and emerald green eyes came into the meeting room. "Ciao, Inghilterra," Feliciano said half-heartedly.
"Hello, Italy." The blonde man who had walked into the room, now identified as England, sat down in his seat. "You're here quite early."
Feliciano did not reply.
"You don't look quite well. Are you alright?" The Englishman asked.
"Fine..." Feliciano put his head down on the table.
England decided not to pry. Being nosy and getting into other people's business was most definitely rude, and England did not want to sound rude. The door opened once again.
A German man with blonde, slicked back hair and blue eyes entered the room. "Guten Morgen, England. Oh, hallo, Italien."
England replied with a short "Hello Germany." Italy kept his head on the table and was silent. Germany sat down next to Italy and frowned at his behavior. "What is wrong, Italy?"
"Please don't call me that anymore..." Feliciano muttered. He simply could not accept being called that now that he might actually be the lone personification of Italy and not the northern half working with the southern half.
The two other men in the room grew quite concerned over Feliciano's behavior. They both knew that Feliciano was always a happy, bouncing ball of positive energy, but the Feliciano they were seeing now was a stark contrast to his usual self. The rest of the time was spent in an awkward silence. Eventually, other nations began to arrive, and by the time that the meeting was supposed to start, only one nation was missing. At this point, Feliciano had his head in his hands and was having a migraine. Not only that, but he could have sworn that he was hearing someone whispering something. The exact moment that the doors busted open and loud, obnoxious laughter was heard, Feliciano screamed and collapsed from the intensity of his migraine.
TRANSLATIONS MAY BE WRONG!
Ciao = Hello (Italian)
Inghilterra = England (Italian)
Guten Morgen = Good morning (German)
Hallo = Hello (German)
Italien = Italy (German)