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Germany was in his office working on some important paperwork when Italy barged in, and ran over to Germany to hug him. He could feel a migraine beginning to emerge. "Germany, Germany!" Italy cried out while clinging to Germany's arm. "What is it Italy?", Germany said. He replied, "I got lonely and it was really quiet, so I ran up here to hug you so I won't be lonely, and neither will you." Germany knew that Italy meant well, but he needed to get his work done.
"Italy", Germany sighed. "I am trying to get work done and you are distracting me, so will you please leave me to my work." Italy was taken back a bit by Germany's sharp tone, but he was used to it. "Okay, sure Germany", he said. Germany knew that Italy was a little upset from what he said, but he wasn't being mean though.
A few hours later, Germany had not heard a single peep out of Italy. He found this very suspicious. He went down stairs to the kitchen to find Italy not there. 'Where did he go?', he thought to himself. Germany checked his backyard garden, nothing. He checked his bedroom, still nothing, which was surprising. He decided to check Italy's room next. At first he thought he wasn't there when he heard staggered breathing and silent sobbing. "Italy?", Germany said. Suddenly, it was all quiet. "Italy?", Germany said again, he heard a slight noise from the closet.
Italy's heart was pounding in his chest. He had his knees tucked into his torso and head down. His heart was beating so loud he could hear it pulsing in his ears. Italy was praying silently, hoping Germany couldn't hear his rapid heart beating so loudly. Suddenly, the closet doors jerked opened. Italy's whole body jumped, (still curled up) feeling as though his heart skipped a beat. There he was, perfect Germany, standing there with confusion and worry on his face. Italy quickly wiped his tears and hid his face. He didn't want Germany to see him cry, at least not this time.
Germany stared down at the obvious upset man. Italy was still there huddled in a ball. "Italy, what's wrong and why are you hiding?". All Italy did was tense up and curl in a little bit tighter. Germany sighed and said, "I wasn't mad at you earlier. I just needed to get some important work done. I have to be responsible".
Italy still didn't face him; Germany was quickly irritated by this. "Italy, face me right now!" The anger in Germany's voice made Italy face him; Tears threatening to spill from Italy's eyes.
Germany could see these weren't ordinary tears Italy usually cried, like when he is afraid. No, this time, it they were tears of deep sorrow. This made Germany's heart ache a little. Was Italy really offended by what he said, or was it something completely different. Germany wasn't sure, but he felt the immediate reaction to comfort him.
Italy saw Germany lean down, unknowing what he was doing. He closed his eyes in fear. Unexpectedly, he felt two large arms wrap around him. Italy was surprised at first, then slowly put his arms around Germany and cried his heart out on his shoulder.
About ten minutes later, Italy pulled away, face turned down.
Germany's face softened and put his hands on Italy's shoulders. Then he said, "Italy, will you please tell me what's wrong?".
Italy just couldn't tell him what had him depressed. He couldn't possibly tell Germany that he loved him. He thought Germany would never look at him the same way ever again. The blonde German probably wouldn't want to be friends anymore as well. So, he lied and said, "I was just thinking about war times, and I had awful flashbacks".
Germany knew what war was like and so did Italy. His response seemed like a plausible answer to him. "Italy, it's ok to have these moments. All countries have them every now and then, … even me".
Italy wiped his tears away and said, "Thanks Germany, I feel better now", he lied. He felt bad about lying to him, but he had no choice.
"Good", Germany said while he helped Italy out of the closet and onto his feet.
Later that night, Italy was making a nice tomato sauce for the pizza he was making, because they already had pasta four nights that week. He was gently stirring the sauce when his thoughts drifted to a certain blonde German. He was thinking of him and Germany softly holding each other and cuddling. That's when Italy realized the sauce was burning. He quickly turned off the stove and grabbed the sauce pan and threw it into the kitchen sink. Italy sat down at the wooden dining table with his hands on his face and elbows on the table. He could tell he was spiraling downwards. He just couldn't take it anymore. Italy completely broke down.
Germany heard a loud commotion from the kitchen. He got up from his spot on the brown leather living room couch, and hurriedly rand into the kitchen. He saw Italy sobbing, sitting down with his hands on his face. Germany rushed over to him. "Italy, are you ok? Did you hurt yourself? Why are you crying?" he asked in a concerned tone.
All Italy did was shake his head. Italy wanted to so badly throw his arms around Germany and tell him how much he loved him. Yet, at the same time, he didn't want too, he didn't want to ruin their friendship. Italy wiped away his tears with the heel of his palm and looked up at Germany. He could see the concern on his face. Italy straightaway looked down; he had to think of something fast. "Um, I um, burned the sauce and made somewhat of a mess and I didn't want you to be mad". Italy said this hoping that Germany would think that that's the truth.
A/N Sorry to leave you hanging! Will update soon.