Note: This took a lot of courage to put up. XD My first fan fic and I think it's cheesy. But I want to upload it because it's valentines day. Also: There won't be any yaoi in here. I don't write that stuff... yet. But first, I don't know why Italy would act this way, but I think of it as a "final straw" situation. Also, France made it worse. :P Second, Pronto is how you answer the phone in Italy I'm pretty sure. And Petit frère mean little brother in French. So anyways, I don't own Hetalia and ENJOY! ~ 3
Veee~. Sometimes I feel like Germany hates me. I really do try my best to make him happy because Germany never smiles. But when he does, it feels like a once in a lifetime experience when you see it bright and shining across his face. I would do anything to see it again.
"Um... G- Germany? Are you doing anything tonight? I found a really good restaurant where they serve lots of pasta" Germany turned around and gave Italy a stern look. Italy got a chill up his spine and began to shake. "Ahhh~ … I- It's really good. I - I bet t- they have some g- good wrust there, too." Germany sighed and looked disappointed.
"Sorry, I can't. I have much work to do and I'm sure you do as well."
"Vee~ ..?" Italy frowned and put a sad look on his face.
"Maybe next time." Germany patten Italy's head which made him flinch. Germany turned around and left Italy in the hallway.
"Veeee~..." Italy sighed as he slouched over and left the building.
The little Italian cried that night feeling stupid for even confronting the German. He clearly could care less about what Italy wanted to do with him. In the middle of his sobbing, Italy's phone rang. He perked up and turned his head to the annoying ringing sound. He got up and soaked off his tears as he checked the caller ID. It was his big brother France. Italy hesitated to pick up the phone but eventually answered trying to hold back his tears.
"Pronto." His voice cracked when he answered.
"Italy? Are you okay?" The Frenchie's soft voice asked as Italy sniffed.
"Sí sí. I'm fine" He lied
"Petit frère. I know something is wrong. I saw what happened with Germany today." At that point, Italy melted into tears because for now, he figured France would help him in this situation.
"He hates me..." Italy whined. France stopped to think. This seemed a lot more serious than usual.
"Why do you say that" It was all he could think of at this moment.
"I know I annoy him. I just want to make him happy. But I always screw the whole thing up anyways." France could hardly hear what he had just said. But he still knew exactly what to do.
"Italy, it's not your fault. It's that Germany that is screwing up."
"No! I'm just making his life more difficult! He'll never be happy if I'm around!" Italy slammed the phone and kneel on the ground. He pounded his fist on the floor and could not see a thing for his tears were all over his face. "He'll never be happy..." He repeated to himself. "not around me he won't..." The shattered country then went up stairs to rest his head of all this madness
