A/N: I'll try to make this one longer, but I'm on my phone so I don't know if it'll be long on the computer. But thanks to everysoul for reading!

Germany was relaxing at home, thinking of how he and Italy started being together.

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Germany looked over at France and England. The two countries were huddled around something, hitting it and laughing. All of a sudden, he heard Italy's voice scream out, as though he was in pain, "Hey! Stop hitting me! No, quit it!" He then saw as France shifted, a glance at the object of their torture. Is that Italy? Damn Italien, he can't even protect himself from them. I'd better go help him before his brother throws a fit. But Verdamt... He can sure take a hit. Germany walked over and started telling the two countries off. "Hey, stop picking on Italy when I'm not around!" England and France ran off, intimidated by the German nation's loud voice. Germany then helped Italy up, noticing how he didn't flinch when he stood, despite the various bruises he sported. Once Italy stood, Germany asked him, concerned, "Are you alright? You took a bit of a beating back there." Italy just smiled and nodded. "Si~! I'm fine, thank you for asking though~! You know what? As a thank you, I'll make you pasta! Or teach you something.. Si~! I'll teach you something!" Germany just chuckled and nodded, not really listening. After a few months, Italy never left, and Germany got used to his presence. After a few more months, Germany decided to test out what he had noticed before. After he did, he felt a rush of power run through him. So, he started doing it over and over again.

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Germany smirked. He is such a dumpkof. He can't train, or do anything but make pasta and run away. Its a wonder why I loved him. He is extremely easy to beat up though... Why haven't I done this sooner? After a little while longer of pondering and thinking, he heard a knock at the door. Hm... I wonder who that is. Probably Italy or Japan. I should go see. And with that thought he got up, setting his book aside and opening the door.

Since he lacked a peephole, he couldn't see who the person was until he opened the door, and was shocked to find that both of the Italy brothers were at his doorstep. And, to his utter disbelief, Italy's eyes were open, and he had a serious expression on his face. Giving himself a few seconds, Germany spoke. "Italy? Romano? What are you two doing here? Not that I mind but I would Luke to know before I let you in." Italy sighed, as if he was exasperated by Germany's caution. "We're here to talk to you about what has been going on between us lately. May we come in?" Romano nodded, and scowled at Germany, a look of pure and blatant hatred and distaste on his face. Germany sighed and nodded. "Ja, ja, come in. We'll sit on the couch and talk." Italy thanked him, gently pulling his brother into the house after him. The two twins sat down across from Germany, who had followed them in after shutting the door.

Italy waited until all of them were settled, then looked at Germany, his eyes cold, almost businesslike. He started the conversation with an almost lazy, nonchalant tone, even though those eyes only held the cold undertones in his voice.

"Germany, I believe we should break up."

End A/N: How was it? Please review~! Have a great day everysoul~!