An unexpected meeting - Part 1

A chibi Romano and chibi Luciano fanficion. This is not a pairing story.


A warm afternoon sun stood high on the clear blue sky, and sent it’s sunbeams down over the Spanish capital, Madrid. The one of things the beams hit was a very large house, which was located in the outskirts of the city. In proportion to it’s size the house was really clean and nice to look at. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone in the city that there normally were a lot of maids, gardeners and helpers running around to help taking care of practical things. Thought right now everything around the house was silent. The only living person in that big place was a little Italian boy who lied in his bed and stared into the wall. He had been lying like that for around an hour. First of all he was bored out of his mind because there was nothing to do in the house, but also because he was a bit worried. His Spanish caretaker had been gone for 5 days now, and he couldn’t shake that feeling off that maybe there was something wrong. It had happen before that, his caretaker had come home with big open and bleeding wounds, and was barely able to stand. Worst was it, when he was out fighting against that English man. Which was exactly what he was right now. A part of him wished that his caretaker didn’t have to go to war, but a bigger part of him knew that it was the only solution, if he wanted to protect his country. He made his hands into small fits, as he kept on staring into the light coloured wall in front of him.

“Stupid jerk…” he mumbled quietly and turned, so he now was lying with his face down in the pillow.

Suddenly he heard noises coming from the hallway, where the front door was located. He quickly sat up in the bed, and ran as quietly as he could over to his bedroom door, where he looked out. His caretaker always told him to be on guard and hide, if someone came into the house when he wasn’t home. Right now though the boy just wanted to check out what the noises were. He had tried before that he had hid himself because he thought he heard something, and when he caretaker finally found him there had been nothing there. He had turned completely red in the face and had started to yell, while the Spanish man just laughed warm-hearted at him. He wouldn’t let that happen again, so danger or not he had to check things out before doing anything else. Silent as a mouse he walked out in the hallway where he immediately got eye contact with the person in front of him. In the next moment, he found himself almost being squeezed to death from the hug he quickly was pulled into.

“You..are… strangling..me…bastardo,” he said while trying to escape from the pair of arm which were holding him tight.

“I’m just happy to see you, Romano!” A tired and achy Spain said with a smile on his lips.

He released the now pouting Lovino, who took a step back to get a better look at Spain. He looked like he hadn’t sleep in days and his clothes was extremely dirty. He had a couple of bleeding slits in his face, and his right arm looked like it had been dislocated and then later forced back in place. Lovino sighed lightly. It was bad, but it had been much worse so he couldn’t help being a little relieved. Not that he would ever tell Spain that.

“You are bleeding,” he simply said and pointed at Spain’s wounded face.
He took a hand to his face to feel the wounds, and smiled sadly by the sight of the dark red blood, there was now running down his hand. He quickly wiped off the blood in his clothe before looked back at Lovino.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s alright,” Spain said and smiled to him.

It wasn’t hard for Lovino to see that it wasn’t a happy smile, but more an attempt to make him less worried. Not that Lovino showed any sign of anxiety, but it looked like Spain could see through him anyway. On the other hand was it also easy for Lovino to see, that Spain was lying about being alright. Normally he would have been mad about being lied to, but it wasn’t hard to see that the Spanish man did not have the strength to deal with his yelling right now, so he behaved. He wouldn’t hurt him more than he already was, but that still didn’t stop him from scowling at his caretaker, as he walked past him into the living room. Lovino followed him quietly and watched as Spain took off his dirty and pretty damaged jacket and threw it in a corner, before he carefully took something out from his breast pocket. It turned out to be a shining, ball-shaped crystal. He put it down on a little wooden table, and Lovino moved a bit closer to get a better look at it. It was glowing in a way that Lovino couldn’t explain, and it was coloured green and pink with an invisible line stopping the two colours from flowing together. He was about to touch it, when Spain suddenly discovered what he was doing and rushed over to hold him back.

“Don’t touch it, maybe it’s dangerous!” He quickly said and lightly pushed Lovino away from the table.

“How can you not know if it’s dangerous, when you had it in your pocket!? And you just touched it!” Lovino said harshly, annoyed over being kept away from the shining thing.

“I wear gloves,” Spain answered with a smile and showed Lovino his gloved hand. “And I got it from one of the British ships, so I’m not sure what it does. I will have someone to come over and it a closer look one of the days in the following week. Please be careful around it, won’t you?” Big worried eyes met his own.

“Hmpf…fine…” He answered and looked away, pouting.

“Good boy” Spain said smiling and ruffled his dark brown hair.

“Don’t do that!” Lovino burst out and pushed him away, as his face became red.

Spain chuckled lightly and turned around, walking over to a door in the other side of the room.

“The boss will take a nap now, so please behave in the meantime,” he said and grabbed the door handle. “Oh and don’t worry, I’ll make dinner later,” he quickly added before Lovino could protest about it.

With those words, the Spanish man walked into his bedroom and closed the door behind him, leaving Lovino alone in the living room. He was about to walk back into his own bedroom to take a nap as well, when the shining crystal on the table caught his eye again. He snorted a bit. How dangerous could this little thing be? Spain was probably just being overdramatic as always. He took a step closer and carefully touched it with the tip of his finger. Nothing happened. He sighed a bit in relief and picked up the little crystal, so it lied nice and dainty in his palm. To think that Spain had been afraid of this thing. He chuckled quietly, as he slowly started to stroke this crystal with one of his fingers. Suddenly a bright coloured light came out all the way around it from that place where the pink and the green colour met each other. He let out a surprised gasp and was about to drop the crystal, but somehow managed to keep it from hitting the ground. He held it tight in between both his sweaty palms, as the light became stronger and stronger, and suddenly everything started to darken before his eyes. Lovino couldn’t think of anything else to do than just closing his eyes, and hope that it would all stop again. He hated his curiosity and wished that he never had touched the odd ball-sharped crystal. And just as that thought past through his mind, he lost consciousness.


When he woke up again, he found himself lying outside on a grass field. The air was a bit colder, so it quickly became clear for Lovino that he wasn’t in Spain’s house anymore. He looked around, but there was nothing but a couple of trees in sight. His heart began to beat very fast, and he could feel tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all. What was this place? How did he get here? He suddenly remembered the crystal and looked around for it, but it was nowhere to be found. As he stood up and dried his eyes, he did the only thing that he could think of. He started to walk, and hoped that he would find someone who could bring him back home. After walking in what felt like hours for Lovino, he suddenly spotted something ahead of him and quickly ran a little closer. The next moment he was almost about to pass out again. He couldn’t believe his own eyes. Sitting there, a few meters away from him, was a boy that really resembled someone he knew. Someone that he knew very well actually.

“Fratello…,” he whispered to himself, as he silently walked closer to get a better view of the other boy.

He was wearing a dress, but that was not a big surprise to Lovino given that Spain had put him in a dress as well after seeing his brother in one. His hair looked a bit darker than it was suppose to, but the little curl that stood out from the left side of his head left no doubt. This was definitely his little brother. Without thinking anymore about the situation, Lovino started to run over him, and threw his arms around the other boy from behind. He was so happy that he finally got to see some of his family again.


To be continued