Hello!~ Welcome to my first ever Fanfiction of Pewdiepie and Cry :D If there are any mistakes, be sure to tell me! Please review as well if you like it, or don't like it. Compliments and complaints, I accept all. . . But please don't be spiteful just for the sake of being so!~ I hope you like it!~

Today was a very exciting day for Cry/Ryan. He had been invited by Pewdiepie to come over to Italy and stay there for about three weeks for the summer. While on the plane, he was already thinking of all the Co-ops they could play. Looks like it was going to be an awesome time. Cry also wanted to confirm all those stereotypes of how pizza and spaghetti was what Italy was all about, but, that was a personal goal. While looking at the clouds, his mind wandered to the thought of Pewdie and his girlfriend getting curious of what his face looks like behind the mask. Heck, the people in the airport and plane are still curious themselves. One kid tried to grab it from him while he was eating.

No matter how much the couple asked him, Cry would not show them his true face. It didn't take long for the plane to land and he was so close to meeting his YouTube famous friend. As Cry walked to entrance, he saw the familiar blonde and his girlfriend wave at him. He waved back.

"Finally! What took you so long Cry?" Felix a.k.a Pewdiepie, asked.

"Sorry friend." Cry apologized, pointing to his mask. "There were a bunch of people who were suspicious of me since I'm wearing a mask."

"That makes sense." Pewdie said.

"Shall we get going?" Marzia asked, pointing to the exit.

"Yeah, let's go, I've had enough of people staring at me. . ." Cry replied.

The three talked about all different kinds of things on the way to Pewdie's home. They talked about what life was like in both Italy and America. The ride was short and before he realized, they were already there. Pewdie and Marzia helped Cry carry some things into the house and when he went into their domain, he was pretty floored. Their house was very warm and inviting, to which he assumed was most of Marzia's doing than Pewdie's.

Pewdie suggested that they record a few before doing anything else and Cry complied happily. While Marzia was finishing up the guest room, the two were able to put out a substantial amount of videos to relax for two days. The sky soon got darker and it was time for dinner. Cry stood his ground and refused to show the couple what was behind the mask, only pulling it high enough for him to eat contently. The other two were disappointed but did not pursue their curiosity.

Although Felix and Mariza often whispered [not so quietly] about what Cry might look like, taking in his body structure and hair color as important factors that would contribute to the shape of his face, much to Cry's amusement.

After watching a movie that Marzia suggested, they all headed to their own bedrooms. Lying on bed, Cry thought about how surreal his day has been. Not everybody was able to fly over to Italy and live with the great Pewdiepie. At this point, he felt pretty happy. Unable to sleep no matter how much he tried, Cry decided to get a glass of water.

"Should I wear my mask?" He contemplated. "Nah, those two must be sleeping already, it's like 2 AM."

Although he hated showing anyone his face, Cry was fine being mask-less as long as he was alone. It was pretty dark so he walked slowly, careful not to bump into anything that would make a lot of noise. As he made a turn at the corner to the kitchen, he squeaked in surprise of the sight of another person there. Before they could see his face, he turned around.

"Woah Cry, didn't see you there." Pewdie said.

"Y-yeah, you know, couldn't sleep and stuff." Cry responded nervously. "What do I do now?! I don't have my mask on! I can't run from him, he'll hate me."

"H-Hey Pewds, mind it if I don't face you? I don't have my mask on right now." He slowly requested.

Pewdie sighed at first, making Cry even more panicked. "Fine, you're lucky you're like my best friend. I'll have to use all of my self control not to grab your shoulders and have you face me."

Cry let a breath out in relief. Two things were pretty important to him right now and that was not letting Pewdie see his face and not doing something that would make Pewdie hate him.

He was able to get his glass of water and the two sat at the counter in silence for a few minutes. It was then that Pewdie broke the silence.

"Hey Cry, why is it that you don't want people looking at you face?"

Cry took in the question for a few seconds and was thinking of a way to answer. "Well friend, it is quite a tale and I'm sure you don't want to hear about my problems."

"Cry, you're my friend. Of course I want to help you." Pewdie quickly said.

"O-Oh, well I guess I'll tell you." Cry decided and he mentally prepared himself.

"It was a long time ago, in high school? I used to be a normal kid, although I didn't have any friends. One day, I decided to wear the mask to school and that got everybody's attention. Nobody ever noticed what I looked like and so I was crowded with curious people and I liked the attention. After a while, I thought I had made some trust worthy friends. Enough to show them the face behind the mask. When I did, they all walked away. The next day, I was back to being a no body. I don't know what I did wrong. I just wanted some friends. Days after that and they accused me of being too attention seeking." At this point, he was really close to breaking down and Cry knew this was a good time to walk away.

"Cry-" Pewdie began.

"That's all for tonight! Suddenly, I feel really tired so I'm going to go to bed alright?" Cry jumped from his seat and ran out of the kitchen as fast as he could, leaving Pewdie to stare at his fading figure.

When he got back to the guest room, he leaped into his bed and smashed his face against the pillow. He already knew that a few tears had spilled.