Author's Note: Woot! Yes, I'm really happy that I've actually finished this story! XD Well here's part 3 for you all! This time, it's in Romano's POV (point of view). Again, I'm sorry if the characters seem a bit OOC. Enjoy!

EDIT 7/27/10: Updated and fixed a few things.

Warnings: Romano's potty mouth, England's glares, America laughing, beat up Germany, and a poor crying Veneziano (N. Italy).

Disclaimers: I do not own Hetalia. Hetalia and its lovely characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.

The Aftermath

The first thing that I noticed when I awoke was the missing of his warmth. As I sat up and wiped the sleep from my eyes, I noticed that I was in a different room and I was fully dressed.

Was it all just a dream?

I yawned and stretched a bit before mentally cursing myself for dreaming about something so disgusting. However my train of thought was interrupted as the door opened.

"Good morning!" America exclaimed as he walked towards me. "You feeling better?"

"Damn it." I cursed under my breath. "Where the hell are we?" I shouted, while glaring at the stupid American.

His smile faltered a bit, before it returned. "Well, since we were in a medical room, I decided to take you home~!" America flashed one of his hero grins at me as I glared at him in return.

Wait a minute… Did he just say… "You brought me home?" I asked my voice loosing it's sternness at the end.

America just smiled his idiotic smile as I mentally screamed. "Get out!" I yelled as I jumped out of bed and started to push him out the door. Unfortunately, he didn't budge, not even one fucking bit.

"Augh!" I shouted in anger. "Why the hell won't you move?"

"I'm sorry." America said as he looked down at me. "Are you pushing me? If you are, you're really weak!" I kicked him in the shin. "Crap!"

"Who's weak now?" I asked as I smirked at him.

Note to self, make sure never to smirk around America. Apparently he thought that me smirking meant that he could tug on my hair curl.

"Damn it!" I shouted, blood rushing to my face. "Will you stop that already?" I swatted his hand away.

"Aw! But you seemed like you didn't mind yesterday!" America whined, pretending to feel hurt.

I rolled my eyes. "Crybaby," I said as I walked past a stupefied American. "If you're staying here at least be useful and cook me something." I said from the attached bathroom.

"I already tried." I heard him say. "But you don't have any hamburger meat."

I almost choked on air when he said that. "Why the hell would I have hamburger meat, bastard!" I yelled as I ran into the room, causing myself to run into America.

America caught my arm and pulled me into an embrace. "You know, you should really watch your language." He kissed the top of my head as I struggled to push him away.

"Damn it!" I exclaimed, finally being able to push him away. "I don't know whose worse; you or Spain?"

America took a step away from me, looking truly hurt. I glared at him, the sight almost causing me to apologize. However, I decided that he came in here for a reason. "Why are you here?" I asked looking away and trying to keep my heart from jumping out of my chest.

America looked at me in confusion, and then realization dawned on him. "Oh, right!" America said as he struggled to collect his thoughts. "Let's see… What was it again?" He mumbled to himself.

I'm serious this guy is way dumber than I am. "What is it, damn bastard?" I shouted in annoyance.

"Temper, temper." America said as he waved his fore-finger in my face. I mumbled something about him telling me what to do, but he didn't hear me. "Oh! Yeah, I came in here to tell you that we're going north!" America said in triumph as he struck his 'hero' pose.

I sighed at the enthusiasm in his voice. "Do you really have to be so annoying this early?"

"But it's noon."

"Shit! Why didn't you wake me up sooner?" I shouted as I grabbed him by his tie and dragged him out the door.

"Hey, Romano, that hurts~!" He whined as we ascended down the stairs. "You seemed so tired, that I didn't have the heart to wake you." America paused. "Plus, you looked too cute to wake up and I wanted to kiss you awake." I heard him mumble under his breath.

I slapped him for that disgusting remark and stomped away in anger.

As walked up towards the door, I could already hear my brother's whining voice.

"Why did we have to come here?" I asked, more to myself than America. I put my hands in my pocket and looked down as America knocked on the door.

"Well, aren't you worried about your brother?" America asked, a matter-of-fact tone showing up at the end.

My mouth opened in pure amazement. "How the hell-"

"I could tell from your reaction yesterday." America smiled at me. "And I kinda asked you last night when you fell asleep along with directions to your house!" America smiled nervously at me as he rubbed the back of his head.

"… You what!" I shouted as I grabbed him by his neck and proceeded to strangle him, but-

"What the blazes are you doing to America!" England just had to ruin it.

I stared at him as America smiled and waved. England glared at me as if I were touching one of his belongings. I let go, not letting my gaze falter.

"Hey Iggy!" America said as he saluted the older nation.

"Heaven's sake, America, my name is England! Not Iggy!" England huffed, his accent grating my nerves.

As America was about to reply, we heard the hurried footsteps of Veneziano as he ran towards us.

"Fratello!" He exclaimed in joy as he tackled me to the ground.

"Get off you idiot!" I screamed.

"Eh? B-but fratello it's been so long since I've seen you!" Veneziano whined, looking disappointed.

I heard America snicker and I gave him a death glare. England cleared his throat to catch our attention. "Veneziano, wouldn't it be better if you let our guests inside?" He suggested.

"What do you mean by "our"?" I muttered under my breath, but England heard me.

"Ve! That's a great idea!" Veneziano said as he grabbed my arm and dragged me inside, America's booming laughter the only thing that I could hear.

It had been a while since we first entered the house, but nothing was going nowhere fast. First off, whenever my eyes just so happened to wander onto America, he would always smirk and wink at me. Second, England kept glaring at me as if he knew what "deed" America and I had done. And lastly, my brother kept wincing every few seconds, as if he was hurt. That's when I noticed it.

Veneziano had a bandage on his cheek.

I stared at if for a while, America and England had left a minute before leaving my brother and myself alone. Straying away from his random blabbering about pasta, Veneziano noticed that I was staring at his cheek.

"Is there something wrong, Romano?" He asked, pretending not to know.

"I know you know about it." I replied. "What the hell happened to your cheek?"

Veneziano looked depressed after I said that. What? Is it that bad to where my normally hyperactive annoying little brother would be depressed? "What happened?" I pressed on sternly, determined to get an answer.

"Um…" Veneziano said as tears began to form in his eyes. Oh God, no… "G-Germany h-hit-t m-me~" Veneziano sobbed as he began to hiccup.

I have no clue about what type of face I made, but hopefully it showed the burning rage that I felt at that moment. I hugged my brother, something that I normally wouldn't do, and started to rub his back. "That damn potato bastard…" I muttered lowly. "He'll pay for this…" At that moment, I felt eyes on me; but when I looked up, no one was there.

Finally, the war in Europe had ended. I felt a bit anxious as I sat in the meeting room. I wanted this to be over as soon as possible.

There wasn't a real need for us to be there, but my brother insisted on coming saying that it's only right. I huffed and leaned back in my chair staring at the ceiling, trying to tear my attention away from the stupid meeting.

Only two of the Allies were there: France and Russia. The others were fighting Japan as we spoke.

France and Russia were discussing on what happens to the Axis, meaning Germany and Prussia. We had surrendered and joined the Allies and by we I mean myself, my brother was too loyal to that potato bastard to betray him until he hit him.

That pissed me off, but I just sat there pretending not to care. The door opened and in walks the two brothers. Prussia smirking like the asshole he is and the potato bastard with bandages wrapped around his head and his arm in a sling. I felt a twinge of satisfaction and disappointment run through me as I watched the potato bastard limp slightly as he walked towards France and Russia.

Just as France opened his open, the door flung open and in walked England, smelling of blood.

"England, what a surprise." France said smirking a bit.

"Just get on with the meeting France, I need to go help America as fast as I can."

That statement caught my attention as I looked towards the two blonde nations.

England glared at me through the whole meeting and as soon as it was finished, England hurried out the door. France went into another room and Russia and Prussia left for Russia's place. That left us with potato bastard, who had walked up to us.

"Ve~! Germany, what happened to you?" Veneziano asked with real concern. Really? Is my brother that stupid?

"I'm so sorry, Veneziano." Potato bastard said with melancholy in his voice. "I'm truly sorry."

Veneziano looked at him with tears in his eyes, and then hugged him. "It's okay, Germany!"

"No, it's not okay." He replied. "You shouldn't hurt the ones you love. And I know that now."

I couldn't take it any longer, this scenario before me was making me sick. "Oi, potato bastard!" I caught their attention. "Who did that to you?" I asked with a curious expression on my face.

He looked at me as if he were waiting for me to say something rude to him. Veneziano started to open his mouth, but he silenced him. "A-America did this to me and told me that." He looked down at him and hugged him.

At that moment, everything fell into place. It was America who helped me. It America who was there that night. It was America who took me home. It was America watching my brother and myself that day. It was America who only knew that I wanted to hurt Germany. It all made sense; America was there.

My heart pounded faster and at that moment I realized…

I'm in love… With America…

… Shit…

Yay! It's finished! ... Yet I feel like it's just begun. With that being said, would you all be interested in me continuing this story through Romano's POV? It'd be a sequel or continuation of this story.

Please review! Even if you hated it and please tell me if you want me to continue!

Thanks for reading~! =]