A/N: I wasn't planning on this being more than a one-shot, but then I got to thinking: What if it was a story? How far can I take it if I write an entire story of this little drabble? And here we are. Now, when I say "how far can I go," I'm really just going along with what the reviewers and readers want and what I believe would add to the plot. So hopefully this takes us all on an emotional journey. Anyway, enjoy.

Germany's eyes remained cold and guarded as he reached the dresser in three long strides. Without saying a word, he held out his hand, silently demanding the phone back.

Just as silently, I placed the phone - screen up - in the palm of his hand.

"Talk about what, Italy?" Germany's voice was hard, grating against my flimsy nerves. I watched as his hand closed over the phone slowly, watched in agony as he slid the object into his back pocket.

Gulping audibly, visibly shaking, I lifted a hand and pointed between the two of us.

Germany's eyebrow rose slightly. The silence between us grew as he stared down his nose at my shaking form. Finally, he spoke. "Then let's talk." His voice was strained, as if he was holding something back. When I didn't make a move to speak, he motioned towards the bed.

My eyes followed his hand. The bed's sheets were rumpled, the pillows tossled. A shiver ran down my spine as I watched him walk over to the bed and sit precariously on the edge. His hand patted the mattress beside him, his agitation showing freely on his face and the way he held his body.

My legs carried me over to the bed, but I didn't sit beside Germany where his hand was still patting the mattress. Instead, I sat closer to the headboard, lifting a pillow and sitting in it's place. I clutched the pillow to my chest, struggling to even out my breathing. While I tried to focus on my breathing, the words I had wanted to say to Romano flitted through my mind. My brain stuggled with sorting out the order of the sentences and the wording of each, that I didn't even realize I had started to tear up again until Germany cleared his throat. I shook my head and swallowed the lump that was in my throat, finally deciding on how I was going to start the conversation - no, the confession.

Before I could speak, however, Germany spoke first. "I love you."

His tone was gruff, rushed. Instead of making my heart flutter like it used to, a sharp stab of pain went through my chest. I could only shake my head in response.

"I love you."

I shook my head more firmly, taking a deep breath before looking Germany in the eyes. "No," I murmured. "You don't." My head continued to shake as Germany's eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared.

"How dare you tell me I don't love you?! How dare you assume that after all this time, I keep you around just for the fun of it. If I didn't love you, you wouldn't be here, now would you?"

Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes as I listened to Germany's words. In a way, he had a point. He must care about me in some way if he hasn't made me go away by now.

But then I looked down at my lap. Seeing my bare legs tremble, remembering the harsh treatment during sex and the lack of contact beforehand, I shook my head more firmly. Gathering up what little courage I could, I lifted my head once again and looked Germany in the eyes.

"Whatever you love, it is not Feliciano Vargas. Whatever you love, it is not what I am willing to give you." The words that left my mouth didn't sound like the words of Northern Italy. I stared in shock at my hands still clutching the pillow, my mouth hanging open.

"Of course I love Feliciano Vargas. That's you, isn't it?" The frustration in Germany's voice was barely contained, his hands in his lap clenched into tight fists.

Eyeing his fists as I spoke, I put the pillows down and stood up, beginning to gather my clothes. "You don't love me for me, Ludwig. You love the piece of ass you have free access to. Goodbye."

I began pulling my clothes on, careful not to move my legs too much. As I was tugging up my pants, however, Germany's hands found their way to my shoulders. His nails bit into my flesh, drawing thin tracks of blood as he shoved my back against the wall.

His face was inches from mine, his teeth bared and his breath hot against my cheek. "Where do you think you're going?"

I gritted my teeth to try and distract from the pain of his fingernails. My shirt was still gripped tightly in my fist, and I used that had to try and push against Germany's chest. He didn't budge. "I want to go home," I wheezed out, wincing as Germany raked his nails down my chest and grabbed my hip.

Germany's tongue flicked out and licked a tear from my cheek. His breathing slowed and his voice was husky as he said, "You're so damn irresistable when you cry." His fingers slipped underneath the waistband of my pants as his other hand moved up to my chin. He placed rough kisses along my jawline, nipping the skin as he went. Ocasionally the bites were harder than necessary, causing me to cry out in pain and shove weakly against his chest.

"Do you want this, Italy?" Germany breathed in my ear before nipping at my earlobe. His hand traveled farther down the inside of my pants, wrapping around my soft member. He began to pump and stroke it, attempting to bring it to life.

I wiggled in his grasp, pounding my fist weakly against his chest. "No, I don't want this," I cried, fighting to free myself from him.

"Then what does the baby want, hmm?" Germany's grip tightened on my shaft momentarily, tugging roughly.

"I want to leave. I want you to let me go so I can leave." My body shook violently as Germany's hand tightened on my jaw. I could feel his fingers bruising my flesh as he forced me to look him in the eye.

"What did you just say?"

"I want to go home. Let me go so I can go home." Germany growled in frsutration, throwing my head back against the wall roughly. He released me from around the hips and back away, letting me slide to the floor. My head ached from the impact with the wall, and my jaw throbbed from the pressure of his fingers.

Germany's boot connected with my thigh, sending a sharp pain through my leg and up my back. "Get up and leave then. And don't even think of coming back when you realize your brother doesn't love you anymore." With that, he stormed from the room, slamming the door open behind him.

I stayed on the floor for what felt like hours, holding my leg where Germany had kicked me and crying. The tears burned my cheeks as they fell. My chest heaved as I struggled to control my breathing, forcing myself to calm down enough to finish getting dressed.

Standing was a challenge all on its own. Using the wall as leverage, I pulled my shirt over my head and straightened it out as best I could. My body ached from where Germany's fingers had dug into my skin, both on my shoulders and on my hips. The fabric brushing against the cuts sent shivers of pain down my spine, and I gritted my teeth against them as I moved toward the closet, where my shoes were tucked neatly into the back corner.

As I walked down the hallway, wincing occasionally at the pain from Germany's rough treatment. Germany was nowhere to be found, and for that I was grateful. If I saw him again, I didn't think I would be able to resist him again.

Prussia was blocking the front door. He leaned casually across the door, a cherry stem poking from between his lips. His eyes were slitted in that usual predatory way of his, and his arms were crossed over his chest.

I sighed in defeat. I should have known it had been too easy.

Prussia turned his head in my direction at the sound. His lips turned up into a sly grin. "I was wondering why West told me to guard the door. All this for you?" Prussia's laugh echoed through the room, ringing in my ears and making me wince.

"Where is Germany?" My voice sounded small and frail, and I hated myself for it. Showing my weakness in front of someone as loud and strong as Prussia... it disgusted me. I lowered my head some more when Prussia c rouched in front of me.

"He went out for a bit. Told me to stand guard at the door until he came back. What's all this about?" Prussia's fingertips brushed against my cheek, and I winced at the unexpected contact. His fingers were cold.

Prussia's fingers moved up my cheek to my forehead, brushing my hair away from my face. His gasp was loud. "Hey what ha - "

"I just want to leave, Prussia." My words came out sounding harsher than I had intended, and I looked up into Prussia's eyes to apologize. There was a flicker of emotion in his eyes as he nodded his head and stood up. He ruffled a hand through my hair before stepping aside.

"Go home and clean yourself up, Feli." Prussia ruffled my hair affectionately then made his way down the hall.

I stared after him for a while before closing the distance between the door and myself. I flung the heavy wooden door open and ran out in the fresh air, new tears cutting tracks down my cheeks.

A/N: These chapters are a little shorter than I would have normally liked, but at this rate, I'll be able to add more length to the story and the chapters will come out quicker if I don't worry about length. But anyway, I hope you enjoyed the story. Just drop a review and let me know what you thought and if you have any suggestions for later chapters. Favorites and follows are also appreciated. Have a lovely day you guys. :)