Italy stood at the window, watching as Feliciano, his 2P, walked down the street. He sighed sadly and closed the curtain before sitting down on the couch. He let out a soft sob before the tears spilled over. He knew where he was going, but he couldn't stop him either. It happened like this everyday.

He knew whose house he went too. He has seen him quite a few times. Italy thought that maybe Feliciano liked him better. Italy felt that he wasn't enough for Feliciano. Maybe he was right, who knows? Italy was trying to be patient, but it was so hard. He wish this would stop, he felt like he was losing him. He couldn't take it. He turned the radio on and waited for Feliciano to come home.

He stayed up until 3 am, which is when Feliciano finally walked in. Italy stood up and just stared at him, and Feliciano stared back. Italy closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you keep going to him!? Why do you leave me here to see him? Aren't I good enough for you?" Italy asked as he walked over to him. He grabbed the 2P's shirt tightly. "Am I not enough?"

"Italy, I don't want to deal with this-"

"And why not!? You're the one cheating on me! You're the one hurting me! We need to talk about this!" Italy screamed, cutting him off. Feliciano growled at him.

"It's no business of yours what I do in my free time!" Feliciano shouted, causing Italy to flinch.

"I-It is when you are cheating on me!"

Just then, a song that matched their situation oh so well began to play on the radio...

Stop in the name of love before you break my heart.

Feliciano heard it and just walked into the kitchen, but Italy followed him.

"Stop, we are not finished with this conversation!"

"Yes we are. I refuse to talk about this, Italy!"

Baby baby, I'm aware of where you go. Each time you leave my door. I watch you walk down the street, knowing your other love you meet.

"I don't care! Tell me why you are doing this!" Italy said, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill over. Feliciano ran a hand through his hair.

"Italy, stop this. Just go to bed, I'll be up in a moment."

I've known of your, your secluded nights. I've even seen her, maybe one or twice. But is her sweet expression worth more than my love and affection?

"No! Feliciano I-" He was cut off when Feliciano grabbed him and pulled him close. He kissed him roughly, tightening his grip when Italy tried to pull away. When Italy finally managed to push him away, Feliciano refused to look at him. Was that guilt in his eyes?

I've tried so hard, hard to be patient, hoping you'd stop this infatuation. But each time you are together I'm so afraid that I'm losing you forever.

"Feliciano?"

"Just go to bed..."

"No! Just... Just stop this... That's all I ask!" Italy said as he closed his eyes.

Stop in the name of love before you break my heart. Stop in the name of love before you break my heart.

"You can't control what I do in my free time," Feliciano said as he walked past Italy and went to the bedroom. Italy waited until he heard the door close before he fell to his knees and covered his face while he cried.

"Why won't you stop? Why do you keep hurting me," Italy sobbed. He rubbed his eyes before more tears poured from his eyes.

"Why will I never be good enough for you?"

Stop!