Romano: All the countries were gathered together for some stupid reason that America had devised. While he stood up there acting like an idiot, as usual, I looked down into my lap. I jumped when Italy asked me something randomly "Fratellone, what's wrong?" I looked up to see everyone staring at me. "Nothing...just leave me alone, darn it..." I looked up and saw the pain in Italy's eyes. "I'm sorry Fratellino. I'm just out of it today, okay?" He smiled at me so I knew all was well but when I looked across the table to see Spains worried expression. I looked back down and the Idiotic America started to blab again. I tuned him out "I know I should tell them but I don't want to hurt them." Finally the meeting was over. Germany and Spain walked Italy and I home. The whole way they made several attempts at making me talk but I wouldn't say anything. I just put my hands in my pockets and stared at my feet. When we got home I muttered good bye then went to my room. I shut the door and locked it. Nobody knew but I am suffering from depression, bulimia, anorexia, anxiety, self-harm and extremely low self esteem. I didn't want anyone to fuss over me so I didn't tell them about it. If I ate in front of others I threw it up after, but usually I just didn't eat. I rolled my sleeves up and rubbed my arms. Feeling the newest cuts there. Then Italy knocked at the door "Romano, dinner is ready." He called through the door. "No, I'm not hungry." I heard him then the receding footsteps. I stood up and headed to the bathroom. I went in and shut the door, locking it. I picked up my razor and sank to the floor. I slid the razor over my wrist. The blood started pouring out. It started to pour and didn't bother to stop the bleeding. Once it stopped I cleaned it up then wiped up all the blood. I put the razor back on the counter then went back to my room. Not even bothering to change I laid down on my bed and fell asleep.
Italy: I had no idea what was wrong with Romano. He kept zoning out and didn't want to talk to me, I was getting worried. He would just shut himself in his room, and barely ate any food. I convinced Spain and Germany to stay and see if they had any ideas. "Guys I'm worried about Romano." "So am I...wish he would tell me what's wrong." Spain said. "Do you think he doesn't like me anymore... Maybe he doesn't want to live here with me anymore..." I was trying not to cry but I didn't want him to leave me. "No Italy, he still loves you. Something is just wrong." "You sure?" "Yes Italy, Spain is right. He's just sad." "Ok then... I wish Grandpa Rome was here, he would always tell him what was wrong." "I'm sorry Italy...we need to figure out what is wrong with Romano." "Ok but how?" "I'm not sure." Germany and Spain said. I sighed and walked around, and started to talk to myself. "Why is he like this, he's never done this before. Is it my fault? Why won't he tell me? What can we do?" I hadn't been watching where I was going and slammed into a wall. "Ouch..." "Goodness Italy why can't you be more careful!" "I'm sorry Germany..." He sighed and helped me back up muttering something in German.
Spain: Germany and I decided to stay the night because we were worried about Italy and Romano. We went to bed early that way we'd be ready for when the boys needed us. I laid in bed and listened to Italy's soft sobs. Eventually I fell asleep.
Romano: I woke up the next morning to find Italy in my bed. I yelped and fell out of bed. I stood up and went over to my closet. I got out of my other clothes then slipped on the shirt I grabbed. It was too big anymore, or I was too skinny. I slipped it back off and slipped on the smallest one I could find. I did the same with my pants, glancing back at Italy I left the room grabbing a hoodie on my way out. On the way to the kitchen I slipped on the hoodie. I walked into the kitchen and started making some breakfast for Italy. I was putting eggs in a pan to scramble when I heard a noise behind me. I turned around to find Germany standing there. "He...Hello Germany. What are you doing here?" "Getting food duh." "Well yes but why are you in the house? I thought you left last night..." "Nope Spain and I stayed the night here." "Wait Spain is here too?!" I asked starting to freak out. If Spain was here he would make me eat and get me to tell him what's wrong. Just then Italy walked in "Oh hello Germany." I got the eggs off the stove and put them on a plate for him. I put some of the sausages on a plate for Germany and gave the rest to Italy. I made something for Spain. Putting the plate on the table I started to leave the room. "Romano aren't you going to eat anything?" Germany asked. "Yes, Fratellone come eat with me. Here you can share my food." Italy said pushing some of the food aside with his fork. I sighed and grabbed a fork. I sat down and ate. Germany and Italy talked for a while before I left. I went to my room and sat down on my bed. I got up and went to bathroom where I forced myself to throw up. I then brushed my teeth and took a shower. In the shower I looked down and saw all the cuts and bruises on my arms, legs and stomach. I smiled as tears rolled down my face. I got out of the shower and got dressed again. I went back to the kitchen. "I'm going to go shopping for more food. I'll be back later." I said and left the house. I had some money in my pocket as well as my phone. I walked past the store and to beach. I found a secluded part and sat down staring out to sea. I sat for an hour or so before I decided to go to the store. I bought some food then headed home. I took the food to the kitchen then left the house again. I wandered around for a while before I went home. I wrote a note about where I would be then left again. I went over to Canada's house for a while. I went in and sat down next to him. We just sat there in silence and I was fine with it. We ended up talking about things but mostly him. I stayed there until Spain came and got me with Italy at his side.
Italy: I was worried about Romano he never really ate much and he was getting skinner. He had made breakfast this morning, but then tried to leave before he even ate anything. I told him to stay and eat, I even shared my food with him. Then he left as soon as he finished eating a sausage. I didn't know what to do with him anymore. "Germany do you have any idea what could be wrong with him?" "Nine, I'm sorry Italy." Then Romano came back and said he was going to the store. I wanted to go with him, but I thought he might want to just be by himself. Just as he left Spain came down. "Was that Romano who just left?" "Yes, he went to the store." "Was he doing any better?" "Not really..." He sighed and ate some food. "what about you Italy? You doing any better?" "Ya my head doesn't hurt anymore... Hey I have any idea!" Both Spain and Germany looked at me like I had lost my brain. "Well... what's your idea?" "well what if we checked out his room. There might be a clue in there." Then Spain said "Don't you two share the room?" "Well kinda we both use the same room but it has two parts. One for me and one for Romano." So we went upstairs and looked around Romano's side of the room. We couldn't seem to find anything about what could be wrong. We went back down and found a note from Romano saying he went to Canada's house. Spain looked at me and said "We should probably go get him." "You're right... Do you think it would be mean to bring him home, and ask him about it until he tells us?" Then Germany jumped in and said "No at least not in Germany. Here it might just be called interrogation." So Spain and I went to get Romano. Germany would have gone with us but he had to go back home. We finally got to Canada's house, and rang the doorbell. Then Romano answered the door. Then Spain spoke before I could say anything. "Romano it's time to go home." Romano just sighed "Fine." He said goodbye to Canada, and went in front of us with his hands in his pocket. I ran up to him and asked "Romano what's wrong? And don't tell me nothing, because I know it's not true." "I'm just struggling that's all..." "With what? I can't help if you don't tell me anything Romano." "I know Italy...I'm sorry..." "Don't be sorry just tell me." "Later Italy..." "Why not now Romano? You just gonna keep delaying it. Please Fratellone." "Tonight I promise, okay?" "Ok..." We finally got home, and he went straight to his room. I sat on the couch and Spain went home.