Hello there, my name is Rubytears101, and this is my first fanfiction. I will have more chapters to this story, so calm your milkshakes okay people? Reviews are my cookies. Please feed the author.
Italy tiptoed his way down the stairs. He glanced around the corner of the kitchen doorway, where he saw his brother, Romano, stirring a pot of pasta next to a batch of tomatoes. Romano had his back turned away from his little brother, so Italy quietly turned around and made his way toward the front door. He was nearing the end of the living room. He just wrapped his hand around the doorknob when suddenly…
"Where the hell do you think your going?" he heard a low voice say. Italy stared nervously at the door. "I-I'm g-going t-to D-Doitsu's house." He managed to choke out he stared at Romano's reflection in the doorknob. He had the butcher knife. "I swear to God; if I ever see you around that bastard again, he's dead, understand?" Italy felt tears falling down his cheeks, but at that moment he couldn't care less. He stayed silent as Romano turned around and headed back toward the kitchen. His brother stopped at the kitchen door. "I'll let you know when the pasta is done." He said quietly before disappearing into the kitchen.
Ever since Spain left Romano, Romano had been…different. Italy thought maybe it was heartbreak, but after 3 months of threatening looks toward any other country that came near Italy, he realized that his brother had snapped. Now, every time he turns a corner he peeks around it to see if his murderous brother is waiting just around the bend. He occasionally looks over his shoulder at meetings to see if his brother bothered to come. He never does anymore. 'It's probably because Spain is usually there.' Italy thought to himself. But one thing was for sure, Italy knew, that after that day Spain left him, Romano would never be the same again.
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