UGH! I meant to get this up MUCH sooner, but... ugh. I don't know what happened... And I know it's short, but I wanted to get SOMETHING up before I left to go to my dad's this weekend, sooo... yeah. Sorry o.e
Disclaimer-I do not own Hetalia .
Germany's P.O.V.
Italy had been seeming a bit… off lately, and yet, there I was, genuinely surprised as he began to cry in his sleep. And though he seemed surprised himself when he woke up, I couldn't help but worry and want to know what was wrong. So when he got up to leave the room, I tried my best to stop him and ask him what was wrong, but…
…the emotion in his beautiful honey-colored eyes when he looked into mine, the hurt in his voice when he said that he simply wanted to be left alone... I couldn't say anything, I couldn't do anything but let him go. I was no good at comforting others, no good at interpreting emotion. Perhaps that's why Italy and I grew to be such good friends—he was so easy to read. Happiness, fright, anger…
…sadness.
They were all clear on his face, in his actions. But not once had I seem him act like this. I turned my gaze away from Italy leaving the room to shoot a desperate glance at Romano and Spain. Romano was glaring daggers at me as it this was entirely my fault (surprise, surprise), and I supposed it could very well be. What if I had done something wrong, something to upset him? The look in Italy's eyes as he gazed at me… what exactly was that emotion? Hurt, longing? Both?
I looked at Spain for help and he just shrugged with a sad smile. I sighed.
Might as well let the meeting continue, since there seemed to be nothing I could do at the moment.
After the meeting (which seemed to be mostly about Italy, and how quite a few of the other nations were willing to help their friend), I immediately sat up in my chair and walked swiftly out of the room to search for Italy. I searched every room thoroughly, until I reached the last one at the end of the hall, and was surprisingly stunned at the sight before me as I opened the door.
Sitting at a chair at the large table (the room was an old meeting room, perhaps?) sat Italy, knees drawn up to his chest and his face buried in his arms.
"Italy," I said gently, carefully walking up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. "It's time to go…" I frowned when I got no response. "Italy..?" Still silence. Sighing, I lifted him up in my arms bridal-style and carried him out of the room, towards the car to drive him home.
Italy's P.O.V.
I shouldn't have acted that way with Germany. I upset him; I know I did, but… I just couldn't look at him. It hurt. It hurt so much. It hurt that he had to look so much like him. So I just sat there like a fool as he lifted me up and carried me to the car, where he set me down in the seat, even buckled the seat-belt for me, and drove off.
I couldn't speak the entire way home.
When we arrived, I numbly stood up at walked into the house, not bothering to wait for Germany. I walked swiftly through the kitchen, down the hall, up the stairs, down another hall, and into my room, where I practically fell onto my bed. I didn't bother to close the door. At one point, one of our cats came into the room and looked up at me, confusion clear in its eyes. I smiled and picked him up, holding him close to me.
The cat gave a small meow, but began to purr as I stoked its soft fur, smiling and finding comfort in the small animal.
fdfkdskfhsdjklfh. I'm sorry this fails so badly, and I'm pretty sure I killed Germany's personality... *ahem* Anyways, tell me what you think and stuff. And, I have no idea where I'm going with this. It's writing itself, for the most part... '.
