Italy sat at home curled up on the sofa. He could hear Germany banging on the door, but he didn t care, he wasn't letting him in. He knew it was for the best. Kinda like ripping off a plaster. Better to do it quickly and painlessly then drag the pain out. And just like when you rip off a plaster, Italy could feel the pain making him wince and making tears flow from his tightly shut eyes. The sound of Germany outside was only making things worse, but Italy knew it would pass...At least he hoped it would. Then again if this pain in his chest didn't stop Italy thought, he might die from it.
Italy! Let me in! Cant we talk about this! yelled Germany, still banging on the door.
please just leave me alone! sobbed Italy.
fine I ll go, but first tell me why! Why did we have to break up? I...I...I don't trust you when you hold me..cause..because I know one day you will hurt me! Ita..Italy... You know I would never hurt you! I would much rather die then ever see you hurt or upset! Italy paused. I know doistu. But... Italy burst into more fits of tears.
Italy...please! Germany begged Let me in Italy finally caved in to Germany's demand. As he opened the door Germany noticed how red Italy's eyes were red from the crying he had been doing.
Oh Italy... Germany sighed, as Italy through himself into his arms, sobbing doitsu doitsu doitsu! Italy why would you think I would hurt you! B..B...Because Italy could hardly communicate through the torrent of tears that seamed to be drowning his ability to breath let alone speak. !! Italy... Germany reached down cupping Italy's fragile face, looking into his teary eyes.
Because you love me, when I fight I fight for you, when I die I ll die for you, but until the moment you stop loving me I ll live and live only for you! That I promise! D..Doitsu Italy reached up to Germany brushing a chaste kiss against those lips he loved so well.
Ve~ Doitsu, Im sorry,I was wrong lets stay together forever! said Italy pressing his forehead against Germany's chest.
Dont appologise meine liebe, ich libe dich. whispered Germany leaning his head apon Italy's.
te amo doitsu! I guess sometimes thought Italy you never really needed to rip the plaster of in the first place =3