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Violent Encounters

It has been a few weeks since the war. He have healed from his wounds, but Italy never recovered from his. There were a few times Italy lost consciousness during his treatment, but in the end, Austria had manage to save Italy's life. Though he claimed it was because of Italy's will to live. Seems his sense of survival was just as strong before the war as it was in the war. Currently, the only wound Italy has yet to heal from was his voice. Don't get him wrong. It wasn't the war that damaged his voice but from the "Germany! Oh Germany, please help me! Waah! Save me Germany!" that he was screaming at the top of his lungs while waving his white flag around, hurting his own arms from swinging to hard. It only seems appropriate that it was something so Italy-like that would be the cause of his more serious problems.

Since his voice no longer worked, Germany had taken to having Italy permanently placed in my home, but Romano thought otherwise. He was cursing up a storm with "He's my brother and I'll take care of him! Beside, with his voice gone, it'll be quiet without his 'Germany, oh Germany.' Now hand him over you potato loving bastard!" He couldn't very well say no since he was his brother and it was his fault that Italy was hurt in the first place. So he let Italy go, never giving him a response to his last words. Why should he since Italy was now out of his home and out of his life as if he was never there?

But Romano had it right about one thing. It was quiet without Italy around. A week without Italy was all he could take before his conscience forced him to retrieve Italy from Spain's home. Urgh. The headache he gained thinking about all the things that Spain should not be doing to Romano with a mute Italy around was making him crazy. He could be at the door and they wouldn't even know since he couldn't say a word! Urgh. He could just feel another headache coming.

By the time he made it to Spain's home, Germany had a bad vibe going down his spine. It was almost as if he know something was going to jump at him if he went any closer. Tempted to turn back, he steeled himself for he was a man on a mission and that mission will be fulfilled. Gearing up his nerves, he headed towards the door. Just as he was about to open it, a loud crash was heard from inside the house. Fearing the worse, he broke down the down with his right foot and stormed in.

"ITALY!"

Depressed. That could be the only word to describe his brother-in-law. Ever since Romano took Italy back home with him, he has been gloomy and withdrawn. But that's not the worse of it. No! He just had to take Romano with him!

NOOO! Granted, Romano was just being a big brother to Italy but it was taking time away from their alone time. It's hard to get Romano to be all cuddly so Spain cherished the moments he did managed to get. But instead, he got Romano trying to cook and bending down in front of the refrigerator just as he came in. Personally, Spain thought it was an invitation. Romano cooking with a frilly apron while bending over. If that didn't scream "take me!", then he must be losing his touch. In the end, it turned out that he was just trying to make something for Italy as a 'cheer me up' while he was recovering from his separation anxiety from Germany. Surprise surprise.

Damn that Germany! What he wouldn't give for him to suddenly appear and whisk away Italy. He adored Italy he do, since he looks so much like his Romano, but papa wants some love and attention too! But no. All he got was a pot covered head and a rolling-pin constantly beating the side of it as Romano yelled "Damn you! Can't you see I'm trying to cook for Italy?! Keep your horny induced dick away from me and Italy you churro loving pedophile!"

To say Spain was upset was an understatement, but looking over at Italy, he saw him silently chuckling to himself and Spain felt his cheeks going red. Wishing to keep whatever hearing and dignity he had left, he began to walk away from the kitchen, grumbling to himself about fate and the cruelties of god. Just as he was about to make it to the kitchen door, he suddenly heard a loud crash, as if someone with blonde hair and blue eyes, awesome biceps, firm cheeks and wearing a German military uniform had just broken down my door.

"ITALY!"

Well well, it seems as if fate and god have yet to abandon him. Grinning mischievously as he looked back at Italy, Spain stalked towards his prey.

"Oh Italy~"

Running inside, he didn't see Italy and anyone around. Fearing the worse, Germany grabbed his sticky friend that he placed conveniently at his side before he left and started to roam the house. As he was coming upon what he assumed was the kitchen, the door suddenly swung open to reveal a bruised Spain carrying an obviously upset and struggling Italy as Romano was behind them, yelling words not suitable for children's ears. Upon closer inspection, Germany could see light red staining Italy's cheeks.

An unholy flame of rage and hatred filled him as he watched both Italy and Romano hit Spain. Never had he felt such strong need for blood as he watch Italy struggle in the arms of another man. 'Seems like I've just invented some more German torture techniques. Best try them out on a willing victim.'

Stalking forward, he grabbed Italy from Spain and walked behind him, placing Italy on the ground next to a fuming Romano. Turning, Germany faced Spain as he was attempting to sooth his head from the lumps he received, courtesy of the rolling-pin in Romano's hand.

"It's about time. Hurry up and tak-" he never got to finish his sentence before Germany slugged him. Ignoring the alarmed cry of Romano, he walked towards Spain who flew to the wall when he was hit. Bending down, he grabbed a fist full of short wavy brunette hair and forced Spain to look at him.

"I don't care to know what has happened here or why you were man-handling Italy, but know this. Should you ever try to touch Italy again, rather friendly or not, I'll beat you 'til you're black and blue. I'll beat your face in so hard, your eyelids would be sealed shut from all the dried blood that had escaped your empty head. Lips so swollen, you won't even be able twitch. Then I'm going to tear your limbs off with my bare hands, cut open your stomach and string you up from your feet with your own innards as I have Romano chained and gagged in a chair as he watches me beat you senseless with your own torn limbs." With each statement, his face came close to the paling Spain until they where but a few breaths away from each other and their eyes leveled. He could clearly see the color fading from Spain's face but still he continued. "I'll even rip off your genitals and shove them down your ass as Romano in his fear-stricken state will see you fuck yourself. Treat your balls as no more than roaches, deserving of being crushed beneath the soles of my boot. After that, I'll gorge out your eye balls and have Romano play pattle-ball with them. I'll-"

He could no longer continue as Italy took it upon himself to stand and fling himself onto Germany's back, clutching his chest with trembling hands. Germany didn't even need to hear him to know Italy was softly crying into his back. Giving one last look to Spain, clearing telling him he'll make good on his threat, he got up and turned with Italy now within the the folds of his protected arms. Burying his face in Italy's short brunette hair, he raised his head slightly to look at the terrified Romano. "I'm taking Italy back with me if that's OK?"

Clearly frightened that he was going to be next on Germany's hit list, Romano nodded his head so much it was surprising to see it still attached to his neck. Picking up the still crying Italy, he walked past the wounded Spain and out the broken door, heading for home. Just before leaving, he took a glance back at the rising Spain as he rubbed his jaw line, watching Romano running to him with tears in his eyes.

"Spain..." called out Germany, shocking both Spain and Romano. "See that you remember the lesson I have taught you today for I do not jest." He leveled a fierce glare at Spain who should not have been able to go any paler, watching him nod when he didn't look away. Turning slightly, he looked to Romano and said "Thank you for taking care of Italy but it would seem that I have gotten use to having him around that I can no longer function throughout the day without him. Once more, I thank you and you are welcome to come visit should you ever feel the need to visit your brother." With that he finally turned and walked out the non-existing door, leaving behind two frighten and confused beings behind.

AN: This was originally a one shot but I keep writing to the point that it has now become a multi-chapter story. In fact, it was originally part of "Silence", but I thought it'll be better if I made this into a sequel. I'll try to update as fast as I can type and post. Reviews and comments are welcomes. Any misuse, misspelled or misguided info are my fault and are to be excused since I'm a moron. It's generally the same story for anyone who have read this before, but the grammar and spelling should be fixed. I'll continue to fix any mistakes that have been throughout the story and probably even after I finished it.