Hetalia one-shots

Happiest of families (Italy and Romano)

**Warnings for implied abusive family, AU**

" Mama please stop crying,
I can't stand the sound.
Your pain is painful...
and it's tearing me down.
I hear glasses breaking,
and I sit up in bed:
I told Dad you didn't mean
Those nasty things you said. "
~Family Portrait by P!nk

"Lovi?"

"..."

"Fratello, are you awake?"

Nine-year-old Lovino Vargas sighed and rolled over in bed to face his brother. "Feli, go to sleep."

"But I can't." Feliciano said, his voice soft and innocent. "I'm not sleepy."

"Well I am, idiot."

Silence. Thank you lord Jesus, his twin finally shut the fuck up!

"..Lovi?"

"GODDAMMIT FELICIANO."

" 'm sorry..."

Lovi sighed and wrapped his arms sleepily around his smaller brother. "S'okay. 'M just tired."

"...do you ever get scared?"

"Scared?" Lovi felt oddly cold. "Why the hell would I get scared?" he paused. "Do you get scared, Feli?"

In the dark, the little boy nodded.

"What of?"

"Mama and Papa." Feli whispered, and Lovino heard his voice crack. " 'M scared they'll leave. I'm scared they'll split us up."

Lovino wrapped his arms tighter, fierce, around his brother. "Don't be, fratello," he whispered, and he only called him that when he was emotional. "They will never split us up."

"P-promise?"

"I promise."