(AN: This is my first fanfic so please go easy on the reviews and comments. i hope you enjoy it. now ill stop typing so you can read 0wo)

What If?

Chapter 1: What Did I Ever Do To Deserve This?

As the morning light lightly hit Italy's face gently, he was dreaming about germany as always.

Germany was holding italy as close as he could, hearing italy's cries.

"doitsu…..make romano stop….."

" I'll make sure that he never hurts you."

Germany woke up and sat up and yawned. He looked over, seeing his own italy sleeping like a baby. He gently rubbed his head and smiled. His smile faded away quickly as italy was tossing and turning a lot. He saw the pain in his facial expression as Italy started crying in his sleep. He held Italy lightly as he shook him lightly. "Italy….please wake up…Italy…..italy…..italy…." after 5 minutes of doing this, he sits up and pushing Ludwig off of him, phanting heavily. " Italy are you ok?" Ludwig asked as he got off of the floor. "Y-yea…..just had a nightmare….." Italy said as he sat up and started getting dressed. Ludwig also got dressed to while staring at Italy, looking at his hips move. As soon as Italy was Italy was done he walked downstairs, hearing a disappointed sigh from Ludwig upstairs. Italy got a package of fettucini and waited for the water boil. As he waited, he got a jar of alfredo sauce and poured that in another pot, also placing that on the stove. He stood there thinking, " why would romano kill me? Even if it was a dream, I want to know why? Maybe I made him mad or something. I know! Ill make him some pasta and invite him for dinner!" he quickly stirred the alfredo sauce and added the pasta in the water, stirring both constantly. When the food was done, he made two plates and sat down and stared at his food. Ludwig came downstairs after getting dressed, surprised to see Italy not eating his favorite food: pasta. " aren't you going to eat breakfast?" Ludwig said as Italy was slowly breathing. Italy snapped out of his thoughts and started eating his pasta. Lugwig stared at Italy as he slowly ate his pasta, while thinking so many dirty thoughts. " my god why did he have to have alfredo sauce with pasta?! Just thinking about what I can do to him when we get home….." about 15 minutes passed and they both went to the world meeting to discuss the problems the nations had to discuss.

During the meeting, all the nations of course, discussed all the problems that was concerning the world. Global warming, rising taxes, and even murders were solved. Romano asked Italy to stay afterwards, which frightened Italy and worried Ludwig. 20 minutes passed and romano and Italy were the only ones in the conference room, which made italy's curl lower in fear. " so I hear that you and that potato loving bastard are going out?" romano said in a very angry tone. " we've been going out for 4 months now…" Italy quietly said. " why are you going out with him? All he'll do is just make you into one of his own kind. You are going to come home with me and spain tonight." Romano yelled. "n-no. me and Ludwig are planning to watch a mov-" Italy said as romano punched him in the face and pulled on itlay's curl. Italy breathed heavily and held himself on the chair he was in. " r-romano….please let go of my curl…. It hurts…." Italy weakly said. " why should I let you go? Im only trying to keep you just the way you are!" romano said as he yanked at italy's curl hard, hearing a small moan come from Italy. " be over at the house by midnight or else." As romano shoved Italy on the floor and left. Italy just layed there, thinking about what had just happened to him and how he was going to handle it when he got home. The floor had a small pool of blood around his head, his eyes slowly closing. " why…" he mumbled as America walked in and saw him on the floor. " hey dude, you ok?" he said as Italy fell asleep. " hey britain, wanna help me get Italy up and in a bed!" he said while trying to pick him up and a big mac. England, or britian a nickname America calls him, came in and slapped the hamburger out of his hand and picked up Italy bridal style. " why did you come back for that?" England said as he started walking away from America. " Its quality food that I love!" said America following England. "all that is a heartattack on a bun. Wheres germany? He should still be here…" England said as he and America walked around the conference building.

Meanwhile germany was training outside his house with japan. " where is italy-san? He should have been here by now, even if he were ditching." Japan asked as they were running laps. " I don't know but when he does get back he'll have to eat wurst for dinner instead of pasta." Said germany as he ran a little bit faster than japan.

England still holding italy as they walked outside of the building and into englands car. It was very old fashioned, but it had the engine of a sports car. As they were driving to italy and Germanys house, italyt woke up. "ve~ where am i?" italy asked as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. " hey Britain! Italy woke up! Hey italy, why were you on the floor anyways?" America asked as England was driving. " r-romano doesn't like the fact that me and Ludwig are dating. He said that I have to go to his house tonight with spain or else." Italy said while crying. " it'll be alright. We're taking you home so you can eat some pasta with Ludwig and relax, alright?" England said while turning into italy's driveway. " t-thank you so much! Ill bring some pasta tomorrow as a token of appreciation!" italy said as he stepped out of the car and walked to the front door. He waved goodbye to them as they drove off.

He unlocked the door and slowly walked inside. " Ludwig! Im home! Where are you?" italy mumbled as he walked around their house. He looked at the phone, seeing it has 3 new messages on it. He clicked the button, playing the voicemails.

You have 3 new messages. First message: " hey italy! Its hungary! Anyvays I vas vondering if you vand ludiwg vould like to come over vor dinner Friday? Vive me a call vhen you get this! Vye vye!" " yay! We can see hungary and again!" next message: " its me italy. You better be packing so that when I go to pick you up tonight itll be one less thing I can yell at you for. Now hurry up damnit! I don't have all day, you know! Just hurry your ass up so I can yell at you already. Goodbye." Italy started crying when he remembered what happened to him earlier that day. He sat down on the couch and sighed. Last message: " ITALY! WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?! YOU MISSED TRAINING TODAY! NO PASTA TONIGHT, YOU ARE EATING GERMAN SAUSAGES FOR DINNER TONIGHT! NO EXCUSSES DAMNIT! I love you but please show up more often." End of messages. If you would like to rep- italy threw a candle at the machine at it, causing it to break on the floor. Italy cried and stood up and walked outside.

why did everyone have to be so mean to me today? I was trying to be myself….. italy thought as he ran across town. There is one way you can escape this pain Feliciano. Italy stopped dead in his tracks. "ve~~ whose there?" italy said as he looked all around him. Im in your head. First lets get you something to eat. See that resteraunt over there? Yes I see it. Its called "mongolian style" they have good pasta. Go there and eat. While your eaing ill talk to you, ok? Alright, ill go and eat there! Italy said out loud as he ran inside the restaurant and ordered some food.

A sweaty Ludwig walked inside their house, " italy! Where are you?" he shouted as he walked around. He looked down to see the answering machine on the floor, broken along with a candle. He sighed and walked upstairs to the bathroom to shower. He took off his clothes and threw them in the laundry hamper. He stepped inside the shower and turned on the water. He thought, why isn't he home yet? He could be hiding somewhere. But even when he did do that, he would have just popped out and and dinner already. Why isn't he here? After 15 mintues of thinking and washing off, he stepped out and dried himself off, then put on sweatpants and a tank top. He went downstairs and started frying the sausages he and Feliciano were going to eat. About 10 minutes passed by and he heard a knock at the door. " finally italy I was start-" Ludwig said as he opened the door to see a very pissed off romano. " GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY YOU STUPID POTATO-BASTARD!" romano said as he shoved Ludwig aside and walked inside. "FELICIANO GET OVER HERE NOW DAMNIT! HURRY UP SO CAN YELL AT YOU FOR BEING SUCH AN IDIOT WITH YOUR LIFE!" romano yelled as Ludwig got up and finished cooking dinner. " he isn't home yet. And why do you want to see him anyways?" " he shouldn't be with a potato-loving bastard like you. I told him to pack a bag so he can stay with me." Romano said while looking around the house for him. " here we go again. Look im not pushing him to do anything, I just want to make him less dependant on others when it comes to a fight. I haven't seen him since the meeting ended and he wasn't at training. You haven't seen him, have you?" Ludwig said as put some sausages on a plate, offering some to romano. " YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME! IM NOT GOING TO EAT THAT CRAP! THEIR NOT EVEN SPICY AND YOU WANT ME TO EAT IT?! HOW DARE YOU!" romano yelled. "HOW DARE I? I WAS JUST BEING POLITE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD AND YOU JUST BARGE IN HERE LIKE YOU OWN THE PLACE, START YELLING AT ME AND THEN DENY ME BEING POLITE TO YOU! GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE NOW DAMNIT!" Ludwig yelled at romano while spain sat down, looking at the scenery. " hi germany! Very lovely living room you have." " THANK YOU SPAIN BUT ROMANO GET OUT!" Ludwig said as he broke a glass in his hands. " I have an idea to fix this!" spain said while getting up and going to the fridge and grabbing a tomato, then walking behind romano and waving the tomato in his face. "THAT'S NOT EVEN THE WORST PART YOU…." Romano said as he looked at the tomato in awe and stopped talking. " see germany? If he ever gets mad, just give him a tomato!" spain said as he gave romano the tomato. Romano sat down and ate the tomato quietly. " lets just calm down so we can find Feliciano and go home. Now did either of you see him after the meeting?" spain said while sitting in between them. " I went to training after the meeting. I called him but he didn't awnser his phone. I don't think he even brought it with him to the meeting." Ludwig said as he looked at spain. " ok, how about you romano? Did you see Feliciano today?" " of course I did. I hit hi-" " YOU HIT FELICIANO?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Ludwig said as he interrupted romano. " Ludwig, calm down." Spain said as he got up and handed romano another tomato. " now, romano, you were saying?" "as I was saying, I hit Feliciano because hes going out with the potato-bastard over there. I told him to be at my house by midnight or else." Romano said while staring at the tomato in awe, then eating it slowly. " alright so far no clue….why would he just leave us like that.?" Spain said while thinking.

Now Feliciano, walk back to the conference building. There we can talk in private. Alright, but first you have to tell me your name. my name is fabiano. Fabiano huh. That's a pretty name! I like it.. ve~~ but lets get headed to the building. Alright, ve~! Italy thought as he walked out of the resteraunt, after paying of course, and headed to the world conference building. He opened the big door carefully and walked inside. Im in. where do you want me to go? The rooftop. He walked to the stairs and started walking up to the top. After 30 minutes( AN: youd be tired too if you had to climb 50 flights of stairs!) he crawled to the top of the bulding and phanted heavily. He slowly stood up and looked around. He saw a small light brown cat and he picked it up and started petting it. He sat down and played with its paws as it purred against him. A drop of rain fell on him and soon started pouring hard. The cat angrly clawed at fleicano's face and ripped his suit and ran off back into the building. He slowly started to cry while staring at the city with bright lights. He felt his clothes cling onto him but he kept crying. After 15 minutes, he rubbed his red eye and softly rubbing his black eye from earlier. He sunk to his knees, exausted from crying, he looked at the city with a tear falling from his eyes. Now Feliciano, please go to sleep. You'll need it for tomorrow. Feliciano closed his eyes, letting his body fall onto the hard wet concrete floor head first, and exhaled slolwly. He remembered all the events that happened that day and shed a tear before his vision faded into pitch black. What did I do to deserve this? Was his last thought before slumber overpowered him.