Rage

How long has it been since he first arrived there? Days? Months? Centuries? All he could remember was the betrayal from one he thought was a friend. He barely made it inside where he now resides. He would never see her again. Anger grew again at the one who tried to kill him at the thought of breaking the promise he made to her before he left.

People came to his new residence out of shear curiosity, he guessed. Just knowing that these people had loved ones waiting at home made him angry that he couldn’t return to the one he loved. “If I cannot return to her, no one should return to the ones they love,” he thought as he went about slaughtering those who dare enter. Soon, his rage took form of its own allowing him to watch in satisfaction.

One day, he saw her. She was outside where he resided along with others, including the traitor. She looked different, which was to be expected since she grew up. She had more of a boyish look, but he could it was her. He had to save her, both from the traitor and from his rage. He followed her, protecting her as best as he could. He saw the sorrow grow as her friends fell one by one by the hands of his rage.

At last, she made it outside, his rage following close behind. She was crying which was to be expected since all her friends, along with the traitor, was dead. Suddenly, she stopped and turned around to face his rage. This was something he never saw her do before. She always ran away or just did as she was told. She was yelling at his rage, something that seriously shocked him so much that he didn’t hear most of what she said. When he snapped out of it, he heard her plea.



"...back... Take us back! You can take us back in this warped space, can't you? If you do that, why don't you eat me first? If you can catch me, that is..."

Back? If she went back, she would be able to save those she loved and she wouldn’t be sad! Before he knew it, they were somewhere else.

He watched as she tried to convince her friends not to go back to the place, failing every time. Every time, someone would fall. He hated it when she died, but he still brought them to the start just so she would be happy. He even gave up his revenge against the traitor Prussia.

He would do anything to make Italy happy. He will wait until the time they can see each other face to face.

Author's Note
I normally don't do this, but I felt it was needed to explain my thought process.

Sadly, Mutahar never made it to the end of Hetaoni, otherwise thise would have made a little more sense. But yeah, this is based off Hetaoni. That one long quote is actually a lint Italy said in the game. So, technically, this had a spoiler for the ending of the game. Sorry for those who haven't seen the ending!





Since I’m a fan of Hetalia, I used my knowledge of the series to help write this. The “he” in the story was Holy Roman Empire who knew Italy when he was little. Holy Rome actually had a crush on Italy, thinking Italy was a girl. This is why Italy was referred to as “she” as Holy Rome never found out Italy was male. In the end of Hetaoni, Italy sees Holy Rome, which explains the ending.

As for Prussia being a traitor, that was more of a twist from me. In the Hetalia fandom, there are two theories about Holy Rome fate after he left Italy forever: either he’s dead or he has amnesia. At a recent convention, I heard about two different fan theories relating to the dead version: either Prussia or France killed him. There is a comic that suggest Holy Rome is dead, but it’s a deleted comic so it should be taken with a grain of salt. While in the comic France was the one to tell Italy that Holy Rome was dead, I went with Prussia since it gave a better plot because Prussia was supposedly loyal to Holy Rome. Plus, France and Prussia are good friends so it would make sense that France would tell Italy that Holy Rome is dead.