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Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: South Italy

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Published: Oct 23, 2013

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[Now read it here in German! Translated by Nobody]

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A small boy sat alone. It was getting dark and getting cold outside. He hugged his arms around his knees that were brought close to him.

Lovino needed to get away. He was outside his home, away from all the chaos inside. On the outside he had a normal family. He had some siblings, mainly older, and a father. There was something wrong though. Something terribly wrong. Lovino couldn't really tell that though, this life is the only one he's ever known. All he know is that it got worse after his mother...

His chubby fingers brushed over the bruises on his wrist and he winced slightly. Daddy had really held it hard, even for him. He sighed quietly, tears pricking at his brown eyes. His didn't want to go inside the house. He always avoided it. When he came home from school he sat in his yard, hiding, and away from everyone else.

Lovino reached into his small backpack, taking out a slightly crumpled paper. He looked at the picture he had drawn earlier at school. It had himself, his mom, and his dad drawn on it. He purposely left his siblings out of it. They were all smiling. At the top of the page written in crude purple crayon was "family". He smiled faintly. He hadn't written "my family", it was wrong. This was not what his family looked like.

He looked up. Clouds were covering the darkening sky. It was going to rain. He didn't like the rain. He couldn't go outside when it rained. He sighed quietly, frowning slightly.

There was the sound of a door opening and closing.

Lovino accidentally let out a surprised gasp. He shoved the paper in his backpack and scrambled to crawl behind the tree he was sitting at.

"Lovi!" Footsteps were approaching quietly. "Lovi, where the fuck are you?!" He breathed heavily, panicked. Daddy was drunk again. He always was it seemed.

The back of Lovino's shirt was grabbed and he screeched, dropping his bag. "Shut the hell up!" His father ordered, pulling him upwards. Lovino kept his mouth shut, trying to hold in cries, while looking at the ground. His father swooped up his backpack as well and he was carried back towards the house and was dropped hard on the ground in the middle of the yard.

Lovino turned around, ready to back away from his father. The man opened his backpack, looking through it. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and his stomach dropped. The man uncrumpled it and snarled at it.

He turned the drawing towards his son, "What the fuck is this shit?" He looked at it again. "You think this crap is cute? Well it ain't."

Lovino stared up at him in disbelief. This was a new low. Tears pricked at his eyes. "I just..." The words fell out but he didn't know where he was going with them.

"Just what?" The taller spat. "She's dead. Dead and buried in the ground. You're just a big pussy." He ripped the paper in half.

Lovino let his tears spill over. How dare he say that! His mother was all he had had! She was what kept their family together! His siblings don't care! His father certainly doesn't!

"Oh you're crying now?" His father said, breaking his thoughts. "I'll teach ya to be a man..." Lovino tried to get up and run. He barely got a step before his arm was grabbed and he screamed.

"Shut your damn mouth!" His father growled.

There was a hard force in Lovino's back that he could only assume was his father's shoe. His father didn't let go. He was pushed forward and there was a snap. Lovino didn't look. He didn't want to. His arm though, God, it was so painful-!

"That was your own fault," his father sneered.

Lovino wept right there, half on his knees and half held by one arm. Something else was yelled at him but he didn't hear it. He was dropped this time. Lovino stayed in place, afraid to move. He stared up through blurry, tear-clouded vision at his father. The man stared down at him with disgust and disappointment.

"You'll never amount to anything like this," he said quietly to the cowering child.

Lovino gave up. He always did eventually. He always ended up crying.

There was a forceful blow in his stomach. The wind was knocked out of Lovino, leaving him wheezing and gasping. Then there was another. And another. He couldn't find it in himself to scream anymore. His body forced out more tears. He let out continuous gasps and weak coughs, unable to do anything. He closed his eyes and for what must have been the hundredth time in his life, wished for death.

"Are you giving up so easily?!" His father screamed, bending down and pulling on his hair.

Lovino didn't answer, he couldn't. Whatever voice he had left he silenced himself. Whatever air he had for that voice was used for choking sobs. He dared to open his eyes to his blurred surroundings.

His father's voice was distant now. Even though the black clouds covered the sun and the rain began hitting his skin, Lovino could see light. And he welcomed it.

"Ma...ma..."

***

An empty field.

That is where the small boy with a curious curl sat. He looked up at the bright sun, enjoying the warmth and letting a small smile slip onto his face. There were others but... he preferred being alone. He couldn't handle them, they thought he was mean, and nature was always so calming to him.

He was alone... and perfectly fine with that.

Okay, I can not find the source of the picture and I apologize. I had accidentally deleted the window. IT CAME FROM PINTEREST THOUGH.

THE HETALIA THEORY BELONGS TO SailorInferno12908 and I apologize for not being able to link to the original pasta since they deactivated!

THIS THEORY WAS AN IDEA GIVEN TO ME BY blightfighter45 THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Romano died because he was physically abused as a child after his mother died. This explains:
- Why he distances himself from others
- Why he hates men yet likes women

Anyway, LOOK WHO ACTUALLY WROTE SOMETHING- WHOA GUYS- SUCH FAN FICTION- MUCH SADNESS- But seriously I'm so sorry guys, I was so inspired to write one for France, Hungary, and Austria and possibly Germany, Prussia, and Denmark but my microsoft word hasn't worked in months and because I had all my theories saved on there my muse died instantly. I highly apologize and sorry for the long wait. Thank you to those who stuck around.

AMERICA'S THEORY: serenedash.deviantart.com/art/…
ENGLAND'S THEORY: serenedash.deviantart.com/art/…
SWEDEN'S THEORY: serenedash.deviantart.com/art/…
N. ITALY'S THEORY: serenedash.deviantart.com/art/…
CHINA'S THEORY: serenedash.deviantart.com/art/…
RUSSIA'S THEORY: serenedash.deviantart.com/art/…
JAPAN'S THEORY: serenedash.deviantart.com/art/…
S. ITALY'S THEORY: [here]

[EDIT] I only uploaded this yesterday but it was on the front page thank you ;W;