Hello wonderful people! This story is the sequel to It Rained in Italy. I suggest you read the first story first, but if you insist on reading this first go ahead.

If you ignore the rest of the authors note read this: school has started again for me so expect about a week between each update (maybe less)

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Romano looks at the ceiling bored out of his mind. As soon as he was sent to this mental hospital he was put in a straight jacket in a room by himself.

'Where is he? He should have been here a week ago!'

The door to the room he was in creaked open.

"You have a visitor." The guard announces before muttering to himself, "Though I don't understand why someone would visit you..."

The guard walks into the room with a tall fellow in a hat. The hat was in a position so that the shadow hid his face.

"Hola Lovi." The man lifts off his hat to reveal that it was Spain.

"You're late." Romano responds with a blank expression.

"I'm sorry. I had to plan things through. My boss would be curious if I just disappeared for a while so I had to convince someone to make sure that he wouldn't know that I was gone." Spain explains.

"Whatever. Your explanation doesn't matter bastard." Romano replies, not wanting any excuses.

Spain sighs. He honestly had feelings for Romano, but knew that Roma wouldn't have feelings for him. 'Maybe it would be better if I didn't help him out of here... then he might forget his crush on Italy and start to return my feelings, but maybe...'

"Well, are you going to do this or not?" Romano's voice draws Spain out of his thoughts.

"Si." Spain replies with a smile.

He reaches into a hidden pocket in his jacket and pulls out two knives, holding one in each hand. He turns towards the guard and in one swift motion he uses one of the knives to stab the guard in his heart and kicks his legs out from under him. Once he checks the guard's pulse to make sure that he's dead he walks over to Romano. Spain removes the straight jacket. Romano stretches his arms and legs to get used to them being free to move again.

"seven days." Romano says with a venomous tone.

"Seven days for what?" Spain asks confused.

"Seven days since you should have been here! That means seven days that I couldn't find Feli and it's all your fault, tomato bastard! The potato bastard could be dead by now if you got here a week ago!" He glares at Spain.

"I'm sorry Lo-" Romano cuts him off.

"I don't care. Just hand me a couple knives and lets get out of here." Spain hands him two knives and they walk out of the room.

They walk down the hall and use the knives to stop anyone from getting close to them. After making it not too far from the room they were previously in, an alarm started to sound causing more security guards to rush over to the scene Romano and Spain were causing. The duo cut and sliced up the guards as if the huge men and women coming at them were merely grasses in a field. They fought their to the entrance of the metal hospital and a twisted smile made its way onto Romano's face. Spain worried for Romano's mental health even more than he worried about his own for assisting him.

(Germany, Italy)

After about six days in the hospital, Italy was declared healed enough to get to go home. Germany brought Italy to his house not wanting for Italy to be all alone in the house that the Italy brothers used to share. When he arrives at the house with Italy he was expecting for the house to be a complete mess like usual, but was pleasantly surprised when the house was spotless. He smelled the aroma of spices from the kitchen. As soon as he got Italy comfortable on a chair in the living room, he walked into the kitchen. The first thing he spots is Prussia cooking wurst to put in a white sauce to go over some noodles.

"B-bruder?" Germany says shocked.

Prussia turns around to see Germany.

He smiles. "West! The awesome me heard that the good Italien was coming home today so I thought I should get everything all neat and make a meal to celebrate." To be quite honest, Prussia's motivation behind his actions was mostly because he was worried about his younger brother and decided to free him from at least a few of his daily troubles.

"You really didn't have to do all this." Germany tells him.

"Ja I did. Now go lay down and get some sleep. I'll take care of Feli." Prussia orders Germany.

"Nein! I von't leave him for as long as it vould take for me to vake up." Germany protests, though Prussia could see in his brother's eyes that he was practically a zombie from staying up for as many days as he had.

Prussia turns off the stove top, knowing that the meal was ready to be eaten so it didn't have to be kept on. He leads his brother to a sofa in the living room and forces him to lay down. As soon as Germany was completely laying down on the sofa he had fallen asleep. Prussia waited until he was certain that Germany was asleep before walking over to Italy.

"Feli, want some food?" He asks.

"Si that would be nice." Feliciano responds. He was trusting these two in the house because they only seemed to care about him and didn't act like they had any intentions of hurting him.

Prussia led Italy to the kitchen table and gave him a plate of food. Prussia grabbed a plate of food for himself before walking to the kitchen table and sitting next to Italy. Italy starts to eat his pasta but makes a disgusted face when he bites into a piece of wurst. He pushes the plate away.

"What's wrong?" Prussia asks.

"That stuff in there is yucky." he says pointed to a piece of wurst in his dish.

Prussia chuckles at Italy's word choice. "Then eat around the 'yucky' stuff."

Italy does eat around the wurst pieces and has no problem with anything else on the plate.

They eat the rest of their meal in silence.

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