It was a sleepy summer day in the tiny village of Hetalia. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and the air was warm and smelled like flowers. All in all, it was a fabulous day to go to the park and play.
For twins Romano and Feliciano, however, playing was not on the agenda. Their grandfather seemed adamant on teaching them history, and all they could do was sit through it. The thick, leather-bound tome he was reading from at the moment seemed extremely flat, with no pictures or conversations whatsoever in it. What was the point of a book, Romano wondered, with no pictures or conversations in it?
Abruptly, he noticed that his brother was dozing off in the summer heat, so he poked him.
"Ow!" Feliciano yelped quietly. "Fratello, what was that for?" he whined.
"Don't fall asleep, idiot," Romano hissed.
"I wasn't!" Feliciano denied. "I was just—oh, hey, a rabbit!" He pointed.
Romano smacked his forehead…then actually thought to see if there really was a rabbit. He stared.
It certainly seemed like a rabbit…or, rather, a human in a rather bad rabbit costume. The boy, blue-eyed with slicked-back blonde hair, was wearing a rabbit-ear headband and muttering to himself about how he was late for something.
Of course, Feliciano found this incredibly interesting and raced off after the rabbit-boy. Cursing quietly, Romano chased his brother—who knew what sorts of trouble that idiot would get into without his brother to look after him?
"Oh, Mister Rabbit!" Feliciano called. "Mister Rabbit! Wait! Please!"
"Oh, my furry ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!" the rabbit-boy muttered to himself, completely ignoring Feliciano. He turned and rushed off, the twins in hot pursuit.
Eventually, they came to a cluster of bushes.
"Okay…" Romano gasped, "I think this is far enough. We're done chasing this stupid rabbit, right?"
Feliciano pouted. "But, fratello, I have to catch the White Rabbit!"
Romano drooped. "Fine. Whatever. When we get killed or lost or kidnapped or something, I'll feel free to say 'I told you so.'"
"Eh, fratello, you're so paranoid!" Feliciano exclaimed happily, starting to shove his way through the bushes. "We'll be fine!"
"Whatever. Dammit," Romano muttered, following behind carefully, flinching when a loose tendril slapped him in the face. "I'm not going along with this 'cause I want to or anything, dammit. Idiot."
"Sure thing, fratello!" Feliciano said cheerfully as they came upon some sort of hole in the ground in the middle of a clearing. It was big and dark, and it looked pretty deep. "This is where the White Rabbit went," Feliciano declared. "I have to go after him."
Romano peered over the lip (he wasn't nervous. What gave you that impression? Of course he wasn't nervous. Nope, definitely not). "I don't think we should go down there…"
"C'mon, fratello! It'll be an adventure!" Feliciano assured his brother, tugging on his hand. "One…two…three!"
They jumped—or, rather, fell—down the rabbit hole.