Italy let a small smile form on his face. The was finally over.
The smile faded as he remembered the damage Germany had caused. The consequences he was going to face.
"Fratello, stop worrying about him. He's Germany, big and srong. He'll pull through this. Besides, he kind of deserves it"
Italy reached up and slapped Romano across the face, glaring at him.
"Don't ever say that again. He doesn't deserve it just because he did something horrible. I participated in that horrible thing, but I'm not being punished now am I?" Italy said as he continued to glare at his brother.
"No you're not being punished. I won't allow my brother to be punished for something that potato bastard forced him into" Romano said as he returned the glare.
"He didn't force me Romano. You just want to believe that, because you can't stand the thought of me being punished. Not to mention the fact that you can't stand Germany either"
Romano sat, cotinuing to glare at his brother without saying a word. Italy returned the glare and all was silent, until Italy's phone went off.
Italy grabbed his phone and checked the caller ID. After seeing that the caller was Germany, he answered immediately.
"Ciao"
All Italy heard on the other end of the line was heavy breathing. Italy's face formed into a look of confusion.
"Germany?"
Romano's glare deepened at hearing who exactly his brother was talking to. Italy returned the glare before focusing on the phone call.
"Germany? Are you alright?"
Italy heard more breathing.
"I-Italy"
Italy's eyes widened at how broken Germany's voice sounded.
"Italy, I don't have much time, I know the Allies are on their way. I wanted to call and apologize for, to you and Romano, for everything I've put you both through"
Italy's grip on the phone tightened as the anger inside him swelled up until his blood boiled. Germany shouldn't have to apologize for anything! If anybody should be apologizing it should be him. He had betrayed Germany
He had betrayed the one who had bailed him out of trouble more times than he could count. The one who was there for him when no one else, not even his brother, was.
"No! You don't get to apologize! I should be the one apologizing!"
"Nein! Italy don't. I deserve what's coming to me and we both know it"
Italy opened his mouth to argue, but closed it again when he felt a hand on his shoulder and heard a sigh from the other end of the line.
Italy sighed, defeated. He couldn't win this battle and he knew it.
"Italy. I have to go. I need to apologize to Japan before the Allies get here"
"Alright. Be safe. Ti amo. Addio"
"Ich liebe dich, Italien. Auf wiedersehen"
Then he heard a click and silence.
AN: Alright here is the second chapter. Let me know if you like it, or it you don't like it. Constructive criticism is welcome. I will not be able to update next Saturday...well there's a slight chance I might be able to, but I doubt it. Also, I wanted to add that this fic is probably NOT historically correct. Also, I use Google translate for all of my translations, so if they are not correct please correct me.
Translations:
Nein - No (German)
Ich liebe dich - I love you (German)
Italien - Italy (German)
Auf wiedersehen - Goodbye (German)
Ti amo - I love you (Italian)
Ciao - Hello (Italian)
Addio - Goodbye (Italian)
