ok so i decided to do a second chapter on italys point of view and there will most likely be a third chapter about his life after this whole thing so yea enjoy

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I let the razor fall from my hands hitting the floor. The room was silent except the empty sound or steel hitting ceramic tiles with a metallic clink. My wrists were stinging the tears started forming in my eyes as the cold memories of what led up to this started rushing back like icy water. I sat there waiting, bleeding out remembering it all. It all sounds so cliché but my life truly was tragic. I thought to myself how romano must have gotten the note by now and is probably on his way but I would be gone soon anyway .so I sat there wallowing in my own self-pity and I slowly faded out all of my thoughts slipped into a blur all the pain dulled. And it didn't end there like I planned because instead of dying and going to heaven or hell. I saw Romano trying to wake me up and wrapping my wrist I tried to fight back but at this point I could barly lift my arms. The memory was blurry at this point but I do remember being loaded on to the ambulance and taken to the hospital and while I was in the ambulance I remember Romano crying though I would never bring it up he would deny it anyway.

I remembered this as I layed in the hospital bed romano had just been in here.

"damn" I mumbled to myself remembering that I was going to go back to my normal life and I have a feeling spain and romano aren't the only ones who know what happened speaking of spain..

"hi Italy are you feeling better you scared me so much.. oh and all the other contries were relieved to know your ok, and Germany is on his way now" he said without taking a breath.

"thanks" I said "just send him in when he gets here"

Spain walked put the door. I tried to watch television but I want exactly in the mood for cheesy sitcoms so I just sat there waiting for Germany. He came in around 7:00

"hello Italy" he said walking through the doors his eyes were red and puffy like he had been crying

"hi Germany" I said looking down

"hi Italy..." he said looking away from me

"Are you ok" i said looking at him

"yea...i just have to ask...why"

"you read the letter...stress just got me and...thats about it"i said plainly, no point in beating around the truth at this point

"well...i'm glad your ok you should get some rest. i have to go home" he said he hesitated for a minute then walked out.

then romano walked in again carrying his stuff.

"come on fratello it's time to go. the doctor says your fine just chande the gauze on your arm before you go to bed"

I got out of the bed. my arms felt sore like i had been doing pull-ups for hours.

"ok..." i said stepping towards him. "lets go"

alright i know this is random to update but i got a cool idea and i'm gonna update this more so enjoy