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He had to make choices that would decide his and the one he loved's fates. It all would come down to these choices in the end.
Sunlight filtered in through the slightly open window, and a breeze could be felt going through the room. Italy was fast asleep, curled up in a ball next to Germany, who was snoring ever so slightly, though it was quiet enough that it wouldn't be noticed if someone wasn't listening for it. The two often slept next to each other, in the same bed. However, despite what many of the other countries thought, they were only friends, nothing more.
Italy slowly sat up in bed, his neck aching from it being at an uncomfortable angle for an extended period of time. His vision was hazy, eyes adjusting to the light. As his vision cleared, he smiled, looking down at the sleeping nation beside him. On the rare occasions Italy woke up before the other, he would simply sit for a little while, admiring his features. His (for once) messy blonde hair, his relaxed and every so slightly open lips, the way the light seemed to perfectly frame his face. But this wouldn't last long, for Italy loved seeing what was in store when Germany was awake. Those icy blue eyes of his that Italy loved to stare into when possible. And so, he sighed contently, before poking at Germany's cheek in an attempt to wake him.
"Germany~! It's time to wake up~!"
Germany groaned as he opened one eye, mumbling about something or other. Italy continued to poke at his cheek and Germany pushed his hand away before he opened up both his eyes, sitting up. Italy smiled widely, staring into Germany's eyes. He didn't know how to describe them, the way they mesmerized him. They were just so breathtaking in his eyes. Italy realized he had been staring and quickly looked away, though Germany hadn't quite come to his senses, and hadn't noticed the staring. The two then got out of the bed, sheets left with an imprint of the two bodies that had previously been laying there.
Italy went to his own room, which he only seemed to use to store his items. He got out some casual clothes, slowly changing into them, still tired despite getting a good amount of sleep. He then headed downstairs to the kitchen of the house, where he could smell what he thought was sausage of some kind. Here, he was met by the sight of Germany standing at the stove, already dressed and set for the day.
"Ah... Germany, are you cooking sausage? It really smells wonderful! I was going to make some pasta for us, but I see you already are making something, which I don't mind. Your sausage is always good, you are a German after all! Oh... you are making it for both of us right? I didn't mean to assume or-"
"Italy... don't talk so much and sit down, of course it's for you as well." A hint of a smile could be seen on the German's face, but as he was turned away from Italy, it went unnoticed.
Breakfast went as well as it could, Italy happily digging into the food Germany made, sometimes talking with his mouth full. This made the other simply shake his head, mumble something about how silly he was sometimes, and finish up his plate. It was right after this that Germany announced they would be going out and getting some exercise, much to the disappointment of the Italian. He didn't have a choice however, and reluctantly went outside, where Japan was already sat in the grass, a cat resting in his lap. Italy was on the verge of going to make conversation with him, but Germany simply steered him away, getting them started on jogging awhile as Japan simply sat and watched.
Germany ran at a brisk pace, having no trouble in keeping up with his goal he set. Italy, however, lagged behind, occasionally getting distracted by the environment, or sometimes seemingly nothing. When this happened, Germany would simply yell back at him to keep running.
Japan didn't move from his position, for there was no reason to after all.
All of this was a normal day for the axis, and it seemed their lives would continue like this without incident.
But of course, Italy eventually ran off to go chasing after something nobody else noticed, while Germany sighed and watched him disappear from sight. Italy would most likely reappear a bit later, and he would be right nearby, waiting for him.
Despite these thoughts though, Italy did not reappear for the rest of the day. This panicked Germany, though he would not admit it, as Italy usually was back by dark.
'It's fine, he's probably just off trying to charm some girls around the town. He'll back soon, there's no need to worry.'
Germany tried to reassure himself of Italy's safety constantly, but he couldn't help but worry. And it was right to worry, for Italy did not return, and he would not unless something was done.
It was at this point in time something happened, something clicked, something that changed everything. With what lied ahead, it was obvious that choices were going to start having to be made.
~1 week later~
Italy had not reappeared. The two others members of the axis were constantly out searching for him, both extremely worried.
Despite Germany and Japan both knowing of Italy's disappearance, they chose not to tell the others. They were afraid of what would happen if someone like Romano caught wind of the situation. They simply hoped he would reappear and continued to search and carefully ask around. But at this point, Germany was getting anxious. He had searched in every place that came to mind, but still no Italy.
It was a Tuesday, and a world meeting was set to take place that day. At this point, all the other nations would know of the situation. There was no avoiding it. Romano would be there, expecting to see his brother, which would make everything worse. Italy and Romano were brothers after all, and there was no doubt Romano would pin the blame on Germany. He didn't want to see Romano when he was angry. And this was something that would make him beyond mad.
Germany thought of all the things that could happen at the meeting as he prepared himself. He stood in front of the bathroom's mirror, making sure he looked composed and without worry, but the creases in his skin didn't seem to leave, as the worry wouldn't. He sighed, stepping out of the bathroom, grabbing the documents he needed off the table and exiting his room. He then made his way down the steps, leaving his house and meeting Japan out front. He was carpooling with Japan that day.
Though it was very unlike Germany, he had almost decided to purposely miss the meeting that day. Going to the meeting meant wasting precious time on pointless arguing that could be used for Italy's sake. But Japan had insisted he go, for the other nations needed to be informed on what had happened.
Germany opened the passenger's seat door, stepping inside and taking his seat, before slamming the door shut harder than he intended. He had pent up anger, and sadness, that he wouldn't show on the outside for the sake of everyone else. He muttered an apology to Japan, receiving a simple nod as forgiveness, before they were on their way.
~Time skip brought to you by England's burnt scones~
Germany and Japan sat in their regular seats, both bearing grim expressions. Germany glanced at the empty seat next to him before quickly looking away again. The other nations noticed their expressions and in turn, were less friendly than they normally were. America was late as he often was and he pushed open the doors with a grin on his face.
"Aand the hero is here! Ya miss me?"
This earned him a glare from Germany who was in an irritable mood.
"Woah, what's the mood here? You mad about me being late or something?" America asked, plopping onto his seat.
Germany sighed and stood up, "Now since everyone's here-"
He was promptly interrupted by England, "Oh, but where's Italy?"
"...I'm getting to that. As I was saying, since everyone's here, let's get down to business. (TO DEFEAT.. THE HU- *gets slapped*) I... have some very bad news. Italy wandered off just the other day, but that it quite normal. However, he has not been back in a few days. If he truly is missing... it is my fault."
"Hold on-" Japan cut in but Germany stopped him.
"I'm the one who let him wander off. I am taking responsibility."
America grinned cautiously, not wanting to say anything to worsen the mood, before adding his own dialogue, "No need to be sad dude. I, the hero," he added emphasis on 'Hero', "will find him in no time! I mean, he is our friend, and I'm worried about him too now that you've said what you said."
"...I could help too." Canada added, but nobody heard him, despite his efforts to make himself heard.
Germany shot a glare, "We don't need any of your hero nonsense. You can help, but you will not be helping me. I will be finding him myself, as it is my duty."
"Well, I mean, don't wanna start an argument, so that's fair. I will help all I can even it's on my own though!"
The world meeting ended a little while after, after more discussion about what would be done. After everyone cleared out, Germany headed home, silently cursing himself for what happened. Prussia showed up soon after, knowing what had happened, despite having not attending that day's meeting. He promptly walked into the study, where Germany was at.
"West... I hope you know it's not your fault. I was told what happened. This is a totally unawesome situation, but it'll turn out fine."
Germany stayed silent for a few moments, not even looking at his brother.
"Just... leave. Don't try to comfort me."
"West-"
"Please."
Prussia sighed and muttered something about how unawesome the day had been before leaving once again.
Germany still sat there, feeling the guilt weight down on him. For all he knew, Italy could be dead right now. And it was his fault.
A single man tear (Please tell me someone gets that reference) slipped down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away, sighing and standing up to leave the room. He went into his bedroom and lied down on his bed, staring at the empty space next to him. The faintest imprint of the Italian's body could still be seen in the sheets. Germany's eyelids began to feel heavier, and soon after, he fell fast asleep.
Meanwhile...
Italy finally began to wake up, feeling oddly constricted for just lying in bed. That's when it hit him, he wasn't in bed. And Germany wasn't next to him. He panicked at first, trying to move around, but the ropes keeping him in the chair he was sat in didn't budge. He wanted to cry out, in hopes someone would hear him. He called for the first person who came to mind.
"Germany, are you here? G- Germany where are you?"
Tears welled up in his eyes as he was seemingly stuck in this room as he had been for who-knows-how-long. He hadn't seen or heard his captor, nor had he been awake to have the chance to, but all he wanted was to get out. He just wanted to go back, back to Germany, back to who he loved.
"Germany, anyone, please come find me, I-I... I'm scared."
Ahh, I'm so sorry for the terrible chapter. Beginnings are a nightmare for me, plus character personalities are hard for me to portray a lot of the time! Anyways, my chapters should be improving and I'm going to try and get someone to edit them before they are published. Stay tuned for more chapters!
