A/N: Okay, here's chapter two. This one shall be longer. Why? Well why not? Also, as of right now, I'm betaing myself. Volunteers? PM me if so! But I think next chapter will get to Italy self-harming and such.
*At Romano's House*
The phone rang. Romano went to see who it was. Potato bastard.
"What?" he greeted coldly.
"Fratello!" Romano recognized that voice; it was Italy.
"Italy…why are you calling? What did the potato bastard do?" It did sound like Italy had been crying yet again.
"Wha-nothing! Could you do me a favor?"
"What do you need?"
"Well…could you pick up some potatoes? Doitsu is either asleep or doing important paperwork and I don't want to bother him to get them since I'm already cooking," Italy hastily explained. Potatoes for the potato bastard. That's why he called. Romano sighed.
"Si…I'll be over in a bit."
"Grazie!"
*At Germany's House*
Italy set the phone on the counter and went back to tending the wurst. He set the heat on low so they would be finished cooking at the same time as the potatoes. Italy was pulling out a tray for the potatoes when there was a knock on the door.
"Romano!" Italy ran and opened the door, pulling his brother into a hug. He was shoved off almost immediately.
"Hello fratello. What happened to you?" Romano asked, noticing the bruise on the side of Italy's face.
"Oh, this? I fell off the counter when I was grabbing some pasta." Italy lied.
"I don't smell any pasta," Romano observed, frowning.
"I know…I changed my mind after I fell."
"Well, alright. Here are your potatoes," Romano said as he handed Italy the potatoes, still a little skeptical.
"Grazie!" Italy pulled his brother into another hug.
"Yeah, yeah, ciao."
"Ciao!" Italy closed the door and ran into the kitchen. He wrapped the potatoes in some foil and put them into the oven after making sure there were enough toppings. Baked potatoes were the only kind he was really good at.
Once the potatoes were done, Italy put the wurst onto a platter and got the table set. He went off to find Germany.
Italy found the German asleep in his office. He took a risk and gently shook Germany awake.
"G-Germany…I made some wurst and potatoes,he said as he stepped away from the waking german.
"Alright." Germany said as he got up. The two walked into the kitchen together.
"Italy."
"Si?" there was slight fear in the Italian's eyes.
"Why didn't you drain the water from the wurst?"
"Mi dispiace! I forgot!" Italy's eyes welled up, afraid of what would happen. Italy had braced himself for a hit, but didn't see Germany's chosen attack coming. The German had thrown the pot of hot water onto Italy. Italy screamed as the hot water scalded his skin.
"Now go clean up!" Germany bellowed as he sat down at the table. At least the Italian could cook.
Italy sprinted off to the bathroom and stripped, getting into a cold shower. The cool water soothed his burns. He quickly got washed up and out of the shower, dressed, and ran to the kitchen to clean up the mess from the water. Germany had eaten and passed out on the couch by the time Italy was done with his shower.
"Doitsu…"Italy put a blanket over the sleeping German, careful not to wake him. He then proceeded to clean up the kitchen.
When Italy was finished, he was exhausted and he ached. He went into his bedroom (or what had come to be) and slept in his own bed, not running to Germany when nightmares plagued his sleep yet again.
A/N: Please review! This chapter is a bit longer, sorry, there won't be a general length for the chapters. Also, Italy and Germany share a room now. Because they are together. And translations: Mi dispiace: I'm sorry (Italian), Fratello: brother (Italian), Grazie: Thank you (Italian) and from last chapter, Italien: Italy (German) I'll try to post more than one chapter at a time.
