Hey people this is Not-just-a-nobody -waves-

So I am posting this potion of the story since it is Germanys point of view. Raiwolf and I will switch between chapters.

This is my first Gerita type thing ( if you can call it that?) so please be nice. It is also my first time writing angst. Enjoy! x3

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. If I did then the world would be Fuuuuuuuuucked up xD

Summary: After the untimely death of his loved one ,Germany deals with emotional stress and bitter pain, can he find Italy's killer? Or will it only bring him more suffering as he reveals dark secrets calling for revenge? main pairing: Gerita Italy/ Germany .mentions of Prussia/ Russia and more.

Germany's POV xXxX

I knocked on the large wooden doors as I have happily done for 5 years. I heard rustling beyond the thick wood and shuffling of the person inside. The doors creaked open slightly and a golden brown gaze peeked out. My heart melted every time I saw those eyes but I bowed calmly. "Good morning young master."

The door opened fully to expose the small frame of my Italy, only in his shin length night gown. I couldn't help but let a small smile set on my lips. He smiled back, the yellow glow from the stained glass windows in his room making him seem to radiate with happiness. I entered the room once granted permission , closing the doors and beginning to straighten the white sheets on the king sized bed while the small pope went to don his usual robes. " What do we have to do today?" Italy questioned, turning to me. " Well, you have your speech to the public today." I reported, putting the final pillow in place.

" …You will be there…right?" He asked quietly.

I turned to him, smiling gently and moving closer to him. " Of course, Feliciano." I placed a hand on his head. He smiled and let out a giggle. " I will wait outside so we can depart to the Balcony when you are ready." I hummed before exiting, catching a glimpse of the pale skin of Italy's body before the door slammed shut.

Tino approached the door a few minutes later.

"Mr. Vargas? Are you ready?"

A soft voice responded, barely audible through the doors, "Yes Tino, Ill be out in a minute."

The pope stood out on the marble balcony, overlooking the thousands of citizens watching him and the cameras projecting his image all over the world. He glanced back at me, unsure and nervous. I smiled calmly, winking at him to reinsure him I supported him.

"Hello My fellow Christians. We have gathered here today to celebrate my-!"

A shot rang out….then…..there was silence….

CLIFFHANGER! -is shot-

Its short...sorry.

I know…we're evil. More chapters to come soon if not in the next couple of days. Yay for quick updating! XD. I think it will be switching between Germany and Italy's point of view so be prepared