I'm aware that I didn't have a very good ending to England's Secret. I apologize and I'm planning on adding onto it, so you have to be patient. Until then, I'll be writing this story. It won't be updated for a while because I have school… And thank you to all of you readers, you make me feel special! 3

"Umm, Germany?" Italy poked his head into his blue-eyed friend's office.

"Ja, Italy, what is it?" Germany replied and looked up from his ginormous pile of paperwork.

"Where do you keep your fire extinguisher?" Italy's voice sounded completely innocent. His eyes flicked down the hall and towards the kitchen.

"Verdamit!" he screamed and leapt out of his chair. He flew past Italy and down the hall. When he got to the kitchen, there was black smoke pouring out of doorway. The smoke was acrid and he had to cover his mouth with his sleeve to keep himself from breathing in too much smoke. Before he had time to do anything, his brother, Prussia, ran past Germany and into the smoke with the fire extinguisher. After a few minutes, the smoke died down and Germany took a few tentative steps into his normally clean kitchen.

There was white foam all over the stove. In the corner of the room, he saw a small figure curled up on their side coughing their lungs out. They seem to have inhaled a lot of smoke.

"England, are you okay?" Italy ran past Germany to help the coughing man up.

After a minute of him coughing, he managed to wheeze, "Yes, yes, I'm alright" he regained his composure and walked over to the stove. "I seem to have slightly burnt the sauce when you were gone," he examined the thick, black slurry that used to be pasta sauce.

"Italy, what is going on?" Germany pinched the bridge of his nose, trying not to yell at the smaller nation.

"He burnt the sauce…" Italy murmured. He sounded devastated as he stared at the mess on the stove.

"I think what West is trying to say is, why is England even here?" Prussia spoke up from where he was. "You know, it's totally unawesome to almost burn down someone's house," he glared at England with his piercing red eyes.

"I did not almost burn down your house!" England retaliated.

"Oh? You only set sauce on fire, how do you even manage to do that? I bet you make cereal burst into flames! Keseseses!" Prussia started to laugh as England was growing red from anger and embarrassment.

Before he had a chance to yell back, Germany yelled, "Both of you, shut up!" he sighed before continuing. "Bruder, why don't you get a beer and go back to your room?"

"Great idea, West!" he grabbed a six pack of beer and headed towards his room in the basement. "See ya later, Italy!" he waved his hand in the air as he left.

"Okay, does anyone want to explain to me what is going on?" he looked at Italy with menacing eyes.

"Ahhh! Don't hurt me, Doitsu! I'm sorry" Italy screamed. "I was just trying to teach England how to cook. I thought that it would make him less grouchy!" England glared at the screaming nation and a small tear leaked out of the corner of his eye.

Germany reached over and patted Italy on the head, "Calm down, Italy, I'm not going to hurt you," he said softly and he whipped a tear away from his smaller friend's face. "Now, England, I think it would be best if you left, I have some cleaning to do." England simply nodded and turned away to go home.

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Later that night…

It took Germany a few hours to get the kitchen clean enough. He had to replace a few things, but that would have to wait until tomorrow. He was a little disappointed, usually Italy doesn't let pasta burn… but, it was England who was helping, so…

He was interrupted from his thoughts by a hyper Italia running into the room and immediately looking through the cabinets looking for something.

"Anything I can help you with?" Germany asked very irritated. He really didn't want to deal with his little friend right now. He just finished cleaning and Italy was already messing up all his hard work.

"Sí, where is the pasta pot?" Italy replied happily.

"I had to throw it out, there was burnt pasta sauce all over it," Germany replied awkwardly, suddenly feeling bad for throwing out his only pasta pot.

"Okay, then where's your back up pot?" Italy said, not missing a beat.

"I… don't have an extra one," Germany said feeling bad about crushing the Italian's hopes of making pasta.

"N-no… extra pot?" Italy said with a saddened tone. Germany could see the beginnings of tears forming in his eyes. Germany could feel his heart sink suddenly at the sobbing nation.

"I-I'll get a new one tomorrow, don't worry," Germany tried his best to comfort the little Italian by putting a hand on his shoulder. Germany wasn't really a hug-y person, but he knew people were supposed to hug a crying person. Just the thought of hugging Italy caused him to blush uncontrollably. When did Italy start to have such an effect on him?

"B-but I wanted t-to make you pasta… to say sorry f-for earlier…" He stuttered, leaning on Germany's chest, surprising the German.

Desperate to get out of the situation that was quickly making his face heat up, Germany said, "W-we can look for one in the attic… if you want," he mentally slapped himself for stuttering so much, but was relieved when Italy stepped back and whipped his eyes off on his sleeve.

"Okay!" he said happily almost forgetting he was just crying a second ago.

Germany mentally laughed. No matter how bad something was the little Italian always seemed to find a way to go from crying to laughing in a second. "Follow me," Germany said as he walked out of the kitchen to find the attic. "Don't touch anything dangerous," he said as they ascended the stairs.

When they got to the top of the stairs, they spread out and started to look for anything they could use as a pot. It only took a few minutes before Italy had gone off to look at all the interesting things in the German's attic.

Germany just sighed and continued looking. It didn't take long before he found a strange box. It was incredibly old looking and covered in dust. Germany looked at the top and it read, 'Property of the awesome Prussia,' Germany was going to put it back thinking it was just some old diaries, but something stopped him. He felt like he was forgetting something important, but he couldn't place his finger on it…

Before he realized what he was doing, Germany lifted the lid off the top of the box. When he looked inside the box, his head felt like it would crack in half any second. He placed one hand on his head and reached out to the cloth in the box. It took him a while, but when he saw what it was, he felt his vision going blurry and fell to the floor with a loud thud. A small, dark, blue cape fell to the floor next to him as he fell.

I hope you enjoyed it! I've had a lot of school work lately, so I've been having trouble putting these up… I already have an idea for a new story that I'm writing along with this one!