Its about time, i know!

Italy had slept though most of the day but was woken up to eat at least once or to use the bathroom. Other than that he wouldn't really wake up for much of anything ells. The doctor told Germany that his bodies instincts kicked in and sleeping was one of the best cures. Germany tried to leave late that night when he was sure the Italian was zonked out, but each time he got up, Italy would start to cry. So the German was forced to stay by the baby grownup's side.

When the morning had come he had asked the nurse to get some food since he couldn't get up with out Italy starting to cry. The nurse wasn't there usual one so she would give him really rude looks and not really care. After what seemed two hours, the nurse came back with a bagel. This disgusted Germany in many ways. For one, that was rude. Two, he had asked her for certain things and she just gave him an old bagel which he didn't touch cuz, lord knows where that came from. So he would have to report this to the doctor later.

When noon finally came the doctor came to tell his patient the good news. Once the doctor left again, Germany woke the sleeping Italian. "Italy? I thought you wanted to leave." The German stated hopping that would get to him. Nothing. "Fine. No Gelato then." he stated. Right then, Italy's eyes popped open.

"Gelato?! I want some gelato!" he sat up as quick as he could, however that earned a sudden sock of pain for him making him yip and tear up.

"Good, your awake. We can leave now." Germany smiled a bit.

Italy looked up at him and smiled. "Gelato too?"

"Ja, we can get some on the way home." he said getting up and getting a wheel chair he had paid rent for.

"Yes!" Italy was now pumped and wanting to get out of the hospital as soon as possibly.

"You need to stay off your leg until it has fully healed." Germany said not fully aware that the Italian was in his Gelato world which was located in his head.

The next day Germany was forced to continue to baby Italy. That was until his boss had called him for a meeting. Italy was forced to stay home alone. It wasn't even noon however, when Italy suddenly jumped to the sound of someone pounding on the door, followed by an angry voice saying, "POTATO BASTARD! If you dare touch him then I will kill you, CHIGI!" The voice screamed. The banging stopped as Italy rolled up to the door, still in a wheel chair for now. He heard a picking noise before an angry Italian burst into the house, only to find Italy in a wheel chair.

"Ciao fratello!" Italy pipped.

"Where is that damn potato bastard? Did he touch you at all? Are you still in pain?" Romano wouldn't let Italy reply.

"Im fine, Romano, Germany was called out by his boss." Italy spoke up until he heard his phone go off. He pulled out his phone and saw it was a text from Germany saying: Italy, I wont be home until late tonight. Dont worry, I will be back before 1 am. Go ahead and eat with out me. If you get tired, go to bed. -Germany.

Italy sighed a bit knowing he would be bored. "So, who's it from?" His brother interrupted his thoughts.

"Romano, lets go to the beach!" Italy blurted out making Romano question his sanity. I mean, who goes to the beach with a wheel chair? Romano knew if he said no, Italy would just bother him more.

"Fine, but it's your funereal."

-TimeSkipOfFabulousness-

Romano shuffled his feet around the white warm sand and into the cold wet sand. Water trickled up onto the shore onto his feet giving him a cold chill and making him shiver a bit. The waves were soothing even though there wasn't much of any wave in sight. The sky was a light deep blue with very few clouds in sight. The wind wasn't to strong and just gave off a refreshing chill. It was a perfect scene, and he would love to be here... If only he wasn't holding his brother. They couldn't take the wheel chair out onto the sand so he was forced to carry his younger brother, who had been complaining the whole time about walking to slow. he set his brother down so Italy could feel the waves and sand on his own. For a good ten minuets did neither of them say anything as they both enjoyed the sight, that was until Italy let out a frightening loud sequel, which made Romano jump and look up. There before them was a frightening tidal wave that kept building up over there heads. There was no time to get away, go Romano grabbed hold of Italy, closed his eyes and held his breath. He could feel Italy grip onto him, doing the same. The wave crashed onto them, carrying them out to sea.

The water was freezing and was constantly pushing on him and his brother, trying them to let go of each other. But both boy's held onto each other with a death grip, however natures will was more over powering them life itself and both boy's were torn away from each other. Romano was forced upward towards the water's surface where Romano's lungs starting grabbing the air as he breached the water. Romano looked around frantically for his brother, not seeing him anywhere.

Once Italy was separated from Romano he was immediately caught in a current. He was carried down draft, deeper and deeper into the ocean. Which meant farther and father away from the air. When the current thought he was far enough it tossed him to the side. Italy opened his eyes to try to see how far he needed to swim, and when he did he nearly lost all the air left in his lungs. He looked up again, seeing the blurry light reflecting off the water's surface. He tried to swim up ward, but the more he swam, the more he needed air. He didn't get very far when he felt his vision fading and his limbs becoming numb. That wasn't the only problem, gravity was against him and he could feel the water starting to crush him. He reached up towards the surface as he began to sink. This was it.

hehe. Ganna leave you on edge here.