Chapter two

Underlined-flashback,

'thoughts'

"direct speech"

Germany's POV

He wasn't sure what he'd planned on saying whenever he dialed France's number. He knew that France hated him. And if not hated, then stronglydetested him. And he couldn't blame him. Not really.

So he was surprised whenever he heard a click and a timid "Hello." He'd admit that he panicked and said the first thing that came to his mind.

He heard a scoff on the other end and winced. "Qui, that much is obvious Monsieur Allemagne." Germany sighed, hearing the scorn in the others tone.

"Ja, vell, over the phone is not exactly what I meant. I would like to meet with you in person. That is, if you vould oblige me?" Silence was heard on the other end. He couldn't be sure if the French nation had hung up or not.

"Um, France?" he asked. "Are you still there?"

Nothing. Sighing again, he shut his phone in defeat. He gazed around the room he was currently staying in at Italy's house. The Mediterranean nation had invited him to stay for a few days. The room was brightly lit cozy. He sat on the bed which was soft and comfy. Nothing at all like the his bed at home.

"Ve, Germany?" came Italy's voice from the doorway. "What did Fratello say?" he asked, coming into the room. Germany frowned. He hadn't even realized that he had been standing there. It wasn't often that the bubbly nation was quiet.

He shrugged in response to the question. Italy frowned and sat beside him on the bed. The frown made him look serious, another thing that he was not generally known for.

"I'm sure he was just shocked to be hearing from you, that's all." He placed a hand on Germany's shoulder. "Dargli tempo il mio amico, I'm sure he'll come around..."

~une petite pause~

Britain knew instinctively that he was needed in his entrance hall before he heard the pounding. He sighed and looked at the antique grandfather clock that stood off to the side of stairs. He'd been hoping to spend a night in, listening to the ever present rain as it fell outside.

This time of night, there were only certain people who would come to his house. Either America had forgotten the little thing called "time zones" or one of his brothers had come to badger him about something or other.

He walked to the door and looked out of the peephole. His eyes widened in surprise. He opened the door to reveal a nearly hysterical France standing on his door step. He couldn't help but feel a little bit concerned about his long time friend and rival.

You could always tell just how upset France was by how he looked when he cried- which sadly was not a rare occurrence. When he was just being dramatic and wanting sympathy, his tears rarely left his eyes. He knew just how to cry so that he still looked appealing to whoever he was trying to garner sympathy from.

The more upset he was though, the worse he looked. Right now, he looked downright miserable. His eyes were red rimmed and still tears were streaming down his ruddy face. He was hiccuping and sobbing, hugging himself as if he would float away if he didn't somehow ground himself to earth.

"My god France," he breathed, standing aside to let the shivering nation inside. "What in god's name happened to you?"

France didn't answer and stepped into the house, trying desperately to calm his frantic cries. Clearly it was going to take some time. Britain put his hands on France's shoulders to steady him.

"Here now, go to the sitting room- I trust you remember where that is?- and compose yourself. I'll go and find you some dry clothing and a towel."

France nodded as Britain walked off.

'Whatever he's upset about," he thought as he neared his room. "It must be huge, to get him to act like this..."

What ever it was though, he reasoned, he knew was going to need a large pot of tea.

Chapter two/end.

A/N: Yeah, lame chapter is lame. I'm not at all satisfied with how this one turned out but well, I'm short on time at the moment and wanted to put something out. As I feared with this story, the more I delve into the actual history, the more I realize that there is no way I am going to fit this into five chapters. Anyway, reviews are what feed poor college students like me so please send some :) see you all next week

Translations:

Monsieur Allemagne (FR) : Mr. Germany

Dargli tempo il mio amico (IT) : Give him time my friend