Message Received (request: TransformersG1fan271)

Fandom: Hetalia
Shipping: Itacest
Word Count: 906
Warnings: Is it still incest when they're actual countries..?

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“Ve! Fratello!”

Lovino yelped, stumbling forward as his brother crashed into him. He barely managed to catch himself. And as he straightened again, he turned with a glare and demanded, “What the hell do you think you’re doing, idiota?! You can’t just jump on people out of nowhere like that!”

Feliciano giggled a little. “Sorry, fratello. My bad.”

The elder Vargas just sighed irritably, brushing himself off. And as he glanced at Feliciano again, he grumbled, “Why the hell are you here, anyways? Why aren’t you with that stupid German?”

“Ludwig isn’t stupid!” he protested.

The other Italian just rolled his eyes. “Sure he’s not.”

“Fratello…” Feliciano frowned at him.

Lovino sighed again. When he spoke, he just continued without an apology. (But that was fine. After all, Feliciano hadn’t really expected to get one.) “So? Why aren’t you with him?”

“He’s busy with his country and stuff. And besides,” Feliciano looked a little uncomfortable, “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Lovino looked at him curiously. “…And what’s that?”

Feliciano brightened again, hoping eagerly from foot to foot. “I wanted to talk to you about Antonio’s message!”

“Huh? His message?”

The younger Italian nodded eagerly. “Yeah! About your promise.”

“My… My promise…?” What the hell was he talking about?

Feliciano’s smile faltered a little. His eyes opened – for once – and he blinked, looking concerned. “Y-Yeah. Did… Didn’t he tell you?”

Lovino felt a slight hint of guilt flicker through him, though he tried his best to suppress it. He had no reason to feel guilty! This was obviously Antonio’s fault, not his!

He scratched the back of his sheepishly as he muttered, “Well the bastard forgets stuff all the time… doesn’t even remember to get up half the time, unless I remind him.”

“Oh.” The younger Vargas seemed to droop a little. “So he didn’t tell you then…”

“Nope. Sorry.”

Sighing, Feliciano turned to leave. His shoulders were hunched as he took a few sad steps. “Sorry for bothering you,” he said in a quiet sort of voice. “I… I guess I’ll just come back again later.”

Lovino hesitated for a moment before sighing. “… Hold up.”

Feliciano stopped. Glanced back at his brother. “… Ve?”

“You… uh…” He looked uncomfortable as he asked uncertainly, “… You said something about a promise?”

“Yeah. The promise that you made me when we were little.”

“I made you a promise?”

He nodded. “Uh-huh. After Holy Rome died.”

A promise he had made? After that bastard was gone? That sounded vaguely familiar, which was strange because he didn’t make a whole lot of promises when he was a chibi. Mostly he just swore at people and lounged around. In fact, he could only remember ever making one prom–

“I’ll marry you. When… When we’re older.”

Heat rushed into the elder Italian’s face as his curl fizzed. He swallowed a few times before managing to squeak, “O-Oh… right. That promise.”

“You remember?!” Feliciano squealed, eyes opening again as he lit up. He looked positively delighted as he hugged his brother tightly once more. “Yay!” he chirped. “That’s happy!”

Face still flaming, Lovino quickly stammered, “B-But we can’t!” At his brother’s sudden disappointed expression, he quickly added, “I mean… not yet, we can’t.”

“Aw, why not?”

At last, the blush finally faded. Lovino frowned at his idiot brother. “We just barely got over that dumb World War, remember? Our economy is in shambles right now!”

Feliciano laughed a little. This time he was the one to scratch the back of his head sheepishly. “Oh yeah…”

Sighing, Lovino reached down and took a hold of his brother’s hands. The faintest hint of a blush returned to his face; it never vanished for long, not while he was around the adorable younger Italian. “But we’ll get married as soon as we straighten things out,” he promised.

Feliciano smiled. “You’re making another promise?”

“I’m not gonna forget about this one!” he insisted, then muttered under his breath, “I’m not a kid anymore, you know.”

“Well you’re kind of like a kid,” Feliciano commented. “At least sometimes.”

The curl fizzed again. “I-I am not! Shut up! Chigi!”

Feliciano just laughed. He turned to leave again, though this time there was a certain spring to his step.  “Well, I guess I’ll stop by again, once our economies improve.” He turned to face his brother again, adding teasingly, “You know, just to make sure that you don’t forget again.”

“I’m not gonna forget again, god damn it!”

“Sure you won’t.”

“I won’t! Chigi!”