Author's Notes: The sequel to Italy's Secret is finally here! If you've yet to read Italy's Secret I highly suggest you read that before reading this. The updates will likely be slow due to how I'm juggling school and and several Roleplay blogs at the moment as it is.

Warning: This will likely include angst,boy love,violence, and possibly even more death.

Chapter 1

Home Sweet Home

The sound of foot steps filled the house as Greece opened his groggy eyes. "Dude! I'm so bored!" America shouted seeing that Greece was waking up. "Then go watch some TV." Greece suggested, rubbing his eyes. He looked up to see that had only earned a pout from the blonde. "It's been like a week since we got here, and we haven't left the house since." America protested. "Besides everything on TV is in Greek." Greece sat up, getting a better look at the American, dressed in superman pajamas. "...How's England been adjusting?" Greece asked hesitantly, America was right that the two couldn't just stay locked up in his house.

"Hmm, I guess okay? I dunno dude, he's been acting kind of weird but we haven't lived together in so that I don't really know what he normally acts like outside of meetings." America's voice trailed off for moment before he stepped from the door frame into the messy bedroom. "Why do you ask?" Greece brushed his hand through his hair determining whether or not to tell him, there's no way he'd be able keep them from finding out once they go out. "...Romano he's..." Greece felt the words jam in his throat, his fingers wrapped around the fleece blanket, as he tightened his grip. "What?" The blonde asked furrowing his eyebrows, oblivious of the signs of distress coming from the other.

"He's dead." America froze, left momentarily speechless. The room went utterly silent. "How did he die?" The words that made America jump in surprise came from England's lips, whom had been standing right by the doorway. Greece sighed, and put his face in his hands. He hadn't wanted to tell England until he knew he'd be able to deal with it, since he'll likely blame himself for the death. "He was killed by a demon." The words rolled of Greece's tongue. The two syllables strung together formed a world that created three different reactions. America's stood stiff, as white as a sheet. Greece even though it had been so many years since his body acted as the grounds of hell to some god forsaken creature he couldn't help but feel haunted by the five letter word. And England he felt as if his throat had closed, as if all the air in him had been knocked out and none could enter.

Greece didn't have to say what demon for England to know. He was sure it was the one that destroyed the bright world he'd known. England looked to the floor, and bit his bottom lip feeling it uncontrollably tremble. He knew this wasn't going to be like the wars, he knew that unlike in wars how even in the worst actions will be forgiven and forgotten there will be no amount of time that will make things go back to the way they used to be. And there was no us vs them, it was not England and someone that could be held responsible for Romano's death. The blood was entirely on his hands.

"When's the funerual?" America asked, his voice had lost all it pep and whine, all of what made it his voice. It sounded as if he was fighting to keep his voice from showing how upset he was and losing as it wobbled the way a child wobbles on a bike. "We're not going." Grrece announced, earning two shocked looks. "We have to pay our respects." England argued, but part of him was so scared he wanted to just nod his head. He was terrified of seeing Italy, not because he's scared that he may be rightfully hurt by the heartbroken Italian, but because he'd have to say sorry as if it would do anything. He'd have to have to look at the boy that would be at home with his brother if England hadn't gone to that meeting. The boy that stood in the shoes of burying his big brother, the one who stood where America should have been.

"It's too soon, until you're properly trained you can't go to Italy." Greece stated before grabbing a pill bottle and popping two pills and swallowing with no assistance from a drink. "Then stop acting like I'm limping and start training me. Stop asking America questions as if I can't speak fo myself." England's mouth fired off like gun, firing truth that stung and reopened wounds in Greece he'd been trying to graft skin over. "Listen, it's a lot to take in and it's da-" Greece's protest was interrupted by England. "Let me belong to myself again."

Greece stood up, "Fine, but you still can't go to the funeral. You're training will start tomorrow." he approached the blonde in his childish pajamas. "Get dressed." He ordered, causing a confused look too decorate the others face. "Why?" America responded not seeing the point of dressing up if he was just going to watch shows he couldn't understand. "We're going out."

More Author's Notes: I hope I defy the stereotype that sequels are never as good as the first! Let me know if you have any advice or questions in the reviews.