The big yellow orb slowly drifts down, the huge shining moon slowly rising. The sky is mixed with many gorgeous colours – as if it were a canvas. "Sure looks beautiful." Bulgaria said in awe. "You think so too? Cool!" He smiled, hugging a stick. "W-what?" His face tinted red. "What are you saying?!" He glared at Herr Schtick. "What about Germany?" Then silence. "Oh... I see..." The bulgarian leaned in close, stroking the stick's small branch. "I'm sorry, I just don't want to make him sad." Herr schtick pinned him. "Eh?! What are you doing?! What will he think abo-" Bulgaria tenderly made out with Herr Schtick, whole face red.
In the bushes, a certain German was crying, tears running down his cheeks. "Herr Schtick, I loved you!" He shouted. Bulgaria stopped, glancing at him. A smirk crept up on his face. "Sorry, but he's mine now. We're engaged." That made Germany wail in sadness. "You... y-you... YOU SLUT! DUMMKOPF! WAAAAH! ITAAAAAAAAAAAAALYYYYY! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Germany sobbed loudly, droplets of tears falling, running to both the Italy's house, hugging North Italy tightly, sobbing in his chest, Feli confused, hugging back. South Italy kept throwing whatever he had at the German, yelling the exact words; "POTATO BASTARD! GET OUT! I HATE YOU! LEAVE MY BROTHER ALONE! I STEPPED ON LEGO THEN FELL DOWN THE STAIRS 5 HOURS AGO! I CRIED FOR 20 MINUTES! IT'S YOUR FAULT! I HATE YOU!" He yelled as he threw several things at Germany. "Ve, fratello, stooop! You also need Hug Therapy!" The Italian said, pulling him into the hug. "nO! LET GO, BASTARD! ASSHOLE! SHITHEAD!" The other Italian was screaming. The two quarrelled as Germany hid in their closet, stroking a picture of Herr Schtick and him together, teardrpos falling on the frame. North Italy pleaded his brother to stop being rude. South Italy complained about things that aren't relevant in any way to the situation at all, blaming them all on Germany. They both froze, hearing a gun shot, then a loud thud. Romano screamed like a goat. They rushed to the closet and saw that Germany shot himself, blood splattered everywhere. Feli's eyes began to water, hugging him, crying. Lovi smiled widely. "Fucking, yay!" He danced on his bed. Then he saw how upset his younger brother was. "Y-you're not jo-joking about be-being sad, are you?" Lovi stuttered. "W-why would I? He's m-my best fr-friend." Feli replied, a stream of tears trickling down across his face. His brother thought for a few moments. He didn't like him being sad. And he didn't like Germany. But deep down, under his tsundere-ness. He wanted to help.
So with his secret super tomato powers no one knew about, he made a tomato float over to the German. It fell on him, the juice splattered all over his face. Germany's wound was gone. And he lived. "B-but H-Herr Schtick." "Dude. It's a stick. When you have a friend like Feliciano. And you just commit suicide without thinking about how he'd feel. Over just one dumb little stick. You're an asshole, you know that?" The Italian kissed his brother's cheek. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm sleeping." Lovino said as he picked up his pillow, poofing to Spain's bed, hugging him, sobbing, complaining and whining about Germany and the usual things he whines about, Spain petting his head. "Geeeeeeeeeermaaaanyyy, please don't do that agaaaaain!" Feliciano sobbed, tears in his golden honey eyes. "I won't..." He got death hugs. "Grazie~! Ve~! It makes me sooo happy to hear that~!" The Italian rubbed his face against his cheek, smiling brightly. "Can't... breathe..." "Oh, sorry." Then they both fell asleep.