HEY GUYS! WELCOME BACK! THIS IS THE NEXT CHAPTER! THANKS FOR READING PART 1! (If you haven't already, STOP! Go read part 1 to understand!) SORRY FOR THE PHOTOGRAPH THING ON PART 1! My friend had decided to change "drawing" to photo even though I told her not to (if you're reading this Emma then shame on you). ONTO PART 2! NOT FINISHED!
When there is a change of Character POV, I will bold the name of the character eyes in which we see the story.
Sorry if this is confusing
Germany was surprised how Italy could make pasta so quickly. Even though pasta had lots of carbohydrates, it was the thought that counted. As they chowed down on pasta with Prussia, Romano, and Spain, Germany couldn't help but notice how Romano kept making death-glares at him from across Italy's dining table. When Prussia introduced Germany to the Italian brothers a long time ago, he recalled recognizing the Italian brothers from somewhere. He didn't know why because he had never met them prior to that day.
Prussia nudged Germany out of his thoughts. "Italy just said something to you!"
"Wha? Oh, sorry. Can you repeat that, Italy?" Germany asked.
"Sure thing!" Italy smiled with tomato-sauce teeth. "I asked what favorite desserts you liked."
Germany thought for a moment. "Hmmm...I wouldn't mind a Bavarian chocolate cake every now and then."
Spain let out a roar of laughter. "You Germans only like one type of dessert?" The conversation got to the point where Germany began to find counting tiles interesting. Hmm... Italy sure has lots of stuff from his youth mounted on his wall. He often wondered why he by accidentally misunderstood the "Bueno San Valentino" day when Italy gave him red roses and Germany gave him flowers and a tomato-shaped ring. It took a week to get the misunderstanding cleared. Well, sort of. Prussia and France liked to make fun of Germany to the point where it was annoying.
Prussia glanced at the clock. It chimed 10:00 pm. He knew his younger brother would throw a fit if they didn't leave soon. It's noticeable when you are literally counting tiles, younger brother. Prussia grinned and yawned loudly.
"I believe it is time for us to go home. Thank you for the wonderful evening," Prussia announced. He heard Germany's sigh of relief. Unfortunately so did Romano.
Romano scowled. "Well, next time I would like to see you make a dinner for us, you potato-eating bastard!"
Dropping his younger brother off at his house, Prussia had to do one more thing.
"Austria? You home?" Prussia called into Austria's home. Prussia heard piano notes. Apparently, Austria was playing for Hungary. He opened the door to the piano room and saw Hungary sitting on the bench beside Austria. Austria was moving her hands against the piano keys. Oh? A piano lesson. Prussia quickly wrote down I was here in his sloppy handwriting and placed it on Austria's bench outside the piano room. He excused himself from Austria's house and headed to his own home. He unlocked the door and flipped on the switch. Now, where did I put that key? Prussia thought as he fumbled through a stack of newspapers that he hid the key in. Finding the key, he unlocked the basement door and descended into his journal room. His last entry was last week when Germany and Italy went to the beach with Japan for the umpteenth time. He wrote down a few things that happened. When I go off, I will leave the journals for Ludwig to read.
"Hurry up, Romano," Spain called. "I want to go home and sleep. Yo Necesito mucho dormir! (I need to sleep!)" Ay! We are in Germany's neighborhood! Why did Romano insist on going this route?!
Romano just glared at him. "Shut up, Spain." Ever since he was little, Romano had always been edgy. But Spain had seen the good in him multiple times- no matter how much Romano denied it.
"Hey Spain, you know about Germany, right?" Romano asked suddenly. Spain cringed. Talking about Germany without him there made Spain feel uncomfortable.
"Y-yes I know about his...situation," Spain said. Everyone knows the truth, even if Italy, France, and Germany don't know. The only ones who don't know are those who didn't know the Holy Roman Empire or HRE as everyone called him.
Romano stopped. "I-I don't want Feliciano getting too close to Germany...I don't want to see him heartbroken yet again." Spain knew what his younger brother was talking about. When Grandpa Rome had...died, everyone was sure that HRE died. However the week before Prussia came back with toddler Germany a mystic person came to Spain, Romano, Austria, England, and Hungary in a dream.
"A blonde figure with eyes cold as ice will bring a lost empire back from the ashes. He will run and play as any toddler should. Make sure he stays safe this time. This is his second chance at a life."
Reflecting on that, Spain answered Romano. "Do you remember that mystic lady? We have to make sure his second chance is better. He and Italy deserve to be happy, Romano." Romano just grunted.
Germany's face turned cold when he heard Spain say outside his porch We have to make sure his second chance is better. He and Italy deserve to be happy. Now he knew exactly why Romano hated Germany. Because of something this Holy Roman Empire did to Italy long ago. But what does that HRE person have to do with me? Italy had once told him that HRE had broken his heart long ago because HRE died after promising to return. Italy had shown Germany the paintbrush bracelet. When he touched it, his mind flashed with a battle cry. After hearing and seeing the events, he never touched any of HRE's objects again. He never wanted to feel the pain that HRE had to.
Germany woke up the next morning to the sound of his alarm buzzing. "Ah...a nice morning." He glanced at the Italian sleeping in his bed. Since Italy had begun to sleep in Germany's bed more than 3 times a week, Germany just shrugged and moved on. Romano had highly disliked that but he seemed to hate Germany even when Germany came over on Christmas to give Italy's family presents. Spain received gift cards to the Spanish Resturant down the road and Romano got a bunch of tomatoes. The tomatoes went into the trash (or so Romano said) but Italy said Romano ate the tomatoes lovingly after Germany went home. Changing into his training clothes after showering, Germany woke up Italy and gave him half an hour to be at the training site where they trained with Japan. Eating a healthy breakfast of eggs and bacon with coffee, he made lunch for the day. Italy came downstairs and started eating the rest of the eggs and bacon Germany left on the table for him.
Italy knew that Germany hated it when he was late so he woke up as soon as Germany told him to. He too showered and changed. He was just coming downstairs as Germany was preparing his lunch. Eating the eggs and bacon, he put the coffee in a mug and made his lunch of a sub. They walked to the training field where Japan was waiting. Germany took out the backpack that he had prepared the night before after dinner and placed a couple of small rocks for them all to run over. Ahh! Why rocks? Why can't Germany just ask America or someone else for some hurdles? Italy knew Germany wouldn't so he didn't say anything. At lunch, Japan found a place to sit while they all ate. Germany, Japan. I couldn't ask for better best friends. Or in Germany's case, more... Italy pushed the thought away. He knew that he shouldn't go into another relationship after HRE died. He knew he loved Germany and Germany might have an interest but the painful memories of his time with HRE told him NO. As if sensing his mood, Germany gave a nod of encouragement to Italy. Training proceeded after lunch.
"Don't forget, men. One must always be prepared!" Germany said, heading off to the library. Italy waved goodbye to Japan and skipped home. He was greeted by Romano was once again putting his feet on Italy's prized pizza-cushions.
"Ahh!" Italy shrieked. "Get your feet off them!" Romano snorted and showed Italy a picture that was in black and white. Italy snatched it up and saw Germany in the photo reading a book called "Dating for the cold-hearted German". So? I saw him reading that book.
"What about it?" Italy asked, confused.
Romano slapped him (not as hard, but hard enough to get his point across). "Just read the title."
"Romano, why do you hate Germany so much?" Italy asked. "I already know he reads that. He read it while we were in bed."
"You two were in bed?! Together?!" Romano shrieked.
"Romano calm down!" Italy begged. "We were just reading. Ok, well I was poking something-"
"You were poking something?!" Romano's shrieks got one pitch higher.
"MAMA MIA! ROMANO. I. WAS. POKING. A. GLOB. OF. JELLO. JE-LLO!"
Romano relaxed when Italy had screamed he wasn't poking Germany but a glob of jello. Just the thought of that potato-eating jerk in bed with his brother made him go uneasy but Italy never lied to Romano so why should he start now.
"Fine, but I still don't like it!" Romano scoffed. Italy shrugged and tore the photo to bits. Damn it. I will just have to get France to take better pictures next time. France had agreed to help Romano out in terms of tomatoes being imported to France. Germany was HRE's spirit reborn into a toddler by the powers of the heavens, but that still didn't make Romano like Germany one bit. Not even boss-brother Spain could calm him down on Italy crushing on Germany. Taking a piece of the bruschetta that Italy made yesterday for the dinner, he marched upstairs and slammed his door. Spain was away visiting Britain's house for the week so Romano couldn't ask him to come again to that Friday's dinner party. Germany had invited Prussia, Romano, and Italy to his home for that week's dinner party. The nations had a tradition to have weekly dinner parties unless there was an Allied Forces meeting or Axis Powers meeting. When that happened, Romano, Spain, and Prussia usually went to the movies and buying overpriced food at the food stands.
"Hello? Prussia speaking."
"Bonjourno, Prussia. This is Romano. I have a favor to ask..."
Germanycame home to find Romano sitting on his marble countertop, crosslegged with a grim expression. Germany took off his shoes and closed the door.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Germany asked Lovino.
"What...? I can't visit my brother's crush?" Lovino asked innocently. Germany scoffed and opened the fridge to have dinner. Romano jumped down and slammed the fridge, causing it to slam on Germany's fingers. "Ouch! What the f***!"
Lovino crossed his arms once more. "What exactly are your intentions with my little brother?" Germany seemed stunned.
"I just want to make him a stronger country. Nothing more other than professionalism." Germany said, running his bruised fingers under the water.
"Nothing romantic?" Romano asked, eyeing Germany straight in the eye. Germany met his cold olive stare.
"No."
Italy's heart stopped. Germany has no intentions. I was sure he had liked me a little bit... Italy had followed Germany into his home, of course without Germany or Romano noticing since they were glaring eachother down. His blue eyes filled with tears as he opened the door and ran out, opening it so hard the door swung behind him and slammed closed. He heard Germany open the door and call out.
"Italy! Come back!" Italy ignored the blonde and kept running out to Germany's lawn-gate. He ignored the rose-bush thorns searing his pats and digging into his skin. He ran to the park near Germany's house and hid by the little clearing only he, Germany and a few others knew about. He clutched his iron cross pendant that Germany had given him for his birthday a couple months ago and cried. He stopped and listened. The bushes behind him ruffled and he gasped when he saw who it was.
Germany chased after Italy. The little Italian was actually pretty fast and soon he was out of sight. Germany knew where Italy was going. I'll just give him time to cry. He stopped running and started walking towards the park, not caring that Hungary and Austria were gossiping and pointing at him. Whatever. Just whatever. Let them gossip about us. He went to the section that Italy called "Friend Circle" and opened the bushes only to see Italy and...Prussia kissing. Germany just stared, unable to move. I-I thought Italy loved me. Sure, the little Italian could be annoying and useless at times, but he was Germany's best friend. Why am I feeling jealous?! Germany wondered. It's not like I... He found himself unable to finish the thought.
"W-west!" Prussia gasped, pulling away from Italy. Germany couldn't face his older brother and best friend, afraid that Italy might've enjoyed the kiss.
"Sorry, I didn't know I was interrupting something." Germany walked home, glad that Austria and Hungary seemed to have left the restaurant outside the park. He walked inside happy to see Romano had left. He closed the door and locked it, then unlocked it if Prussia wanted to get the rest of his stuff since he had gotten his own home a while back. He walked upstairs, changed and went to bed, praying it was just a really bad dream.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING, MY DEAR READER! I WILL ADD THIS TO STORY I WAS WRITING BEFORE! BE SURE TO REVIEW AND SUGGEST SHIPS FOR BLUE EXORCIST, OURUN HIGH HOST CLUB, HETALIA (duh), FAIRY TAIL AND DEVIL-PART-TIMER (since those are the animes I mainly watch lol)! THANKS! A COUPLE MORE PARTS TILL THE END! HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE!