The hospital was colder than usual as if Italy's presence chilled the place. Germany stood outside his room, his hand poised to knock, but of course he didn't have to. Italy won't answer. Germany rubs his forehead as a headache started to bloom. He had brought flowers but Italy didn't need them, 'Something to hold then.' He looks down at the daisies. To him Italy's mental breakdown and current state was all his fault. His forehead touched the cool metal of the door and he closes his eyes. 'you loved him from the beginning yet you ignored him' "My fault." he says out loud. His voice cracks and he cups his eyes in his hands. The sound of beeping emninates from behind the door. Finally Germany muster's up all of his courage and pushes open the door. "I'm here Italy."
Germany enters the room. It was eerily quiet except for the beeping on the monitors. He takes the dead flowers to the trash and puts the daisies in their place. He sits in the empty chair and watches Italy. "You've been comatose for six month's now." Germany mutters. He waits as if for a response then continues. "Spain and Romano forgive you. Romano even blames himself for giving you the knife which he said was haunted." Germany laughs shakily and pauses again. "Greece forgives you too, he even comes to visit... Canada and Japan are getting married..." his smiles falters, "When you wake up maybe-" he swallows. "When you wake up-" his voice cracks and the first tears slide down his cheek. "Will you ever wake up?" he reaches over and grabs Italy's hand. He hated seeing Italy like this, the tube in his throat and the needle in his arm, to him Italy no longer looked like Italy. However without the machines he looked like he used to, small and frail. "Adorable." he mutters. "AH god." he moans burying his face into his hands. It took a while to calm the heat in his stomach. "Italy please wake up."
Italy opens his eyes. At first he was disoriented by the beeping and the suffocating thing in his throat. He claws at the tube and pulls it out and frees himself from the tubs and iv needles. Italy sobs, suddenly feeling claustrophobic in his bed. "Germany?" his voice was no louder than steam. He tries to sit up but his whole body hurts. "Ouch!" he slumps back down and starts to cry. "Germany!" he screams but his voice was too dry. He looks around finally realizing he wasn't at home. 'Oh that's right I attacked- Oh god how- why did I do that.' he sobs quietly having given up on his voice. 'Nobody will come, I'll be all alone' his stomach growls and momentarily he forgets his angest, "Mmm pasta." he sighs, his panic forgotten. "I'll make pasta." he tries to stand up but his legs gave out. Italy frowns, his knee was resting on something warm. Almost timidly he reaches for it. 'It's soft...Like a cat.' he follows the thing till he reaches- Italy squeeks and falls backwards.
Germany stirs, the first thing he notices is the warmth of Italy's hand on his crotch. His breath stops and he looks down. Italy looks up at him from where he had fallen down. "Italy!" Germany kneels in front of the Italian. Italy sobs and touches his throat. Germany looks around and finds a tiny bottle of water in his jacket and hands it to Italy.
Itally chugs the water, takes one breathand goes, "Germany! I'm so happy you're here! When I woke up I had no clue where I was and it hurt to move then I realize dwhat happened and thought I would be alone so I started crying and then my stomach growled so I wanted pasta but then I fell and accidently touched your..." he clears his throat and looks away. Silence stills the room, "Boy I must have slept for a looonggg time cuz my limbs really really hurt!" Germany just stares at him, "Italy?"
Italy stares back at him absently. "Germany." he answers, "hey germany, the floor is cold, can you help me up?" Germany nods and scoups Italy up, but instead of putting him back on the bed he puts him on his lap. He cradles him and rocks him softly, "Oh Italy." Italy blinks feeling warmth spread through his face feeling Germany's square jaw resting on his forehead. "Germany?" he breathes and reaches up touching Germany's face. "Nn Germany, I didn't-I mean I didn't …. Kill them?" Germany freezes and stands suddenly, putting Italy back on the bed he stares down at him. "No they're fine." Italy sighs in relief "Thank go-" Germany was gone.
Italy could finally move again. He had been practicing for hours. He gets dressed having found his clothes in the closet, they were bloody but they would have to work. Italy was looking out of the window when he heard someone enter. "Hello Prussia."
"You've changed Italy, your no longer innocent."
"You don't sound so surprised." Italy responds. He rubs his forehead. "If I jump from here I'll live but do I want to leave?" Prussia smiles, "Italy, you're awesome now you can do whatever you want." Italy shakes his head. "I'm torn Prussia. I love Germany but he- I don't know." he slides the window open and puts one leg out. He turns. "Tell him I said bye, okay." he was now outside when Prussia says, "Wait Italy what about the others?"
"I've apologized to Romano, America and Canada but I don't have to apologize to anyone else." he grabs the curtains and closes them and Prussia wonders if he'll ever see Italy again."
Germany was sitting in the dark, depressed and alone. 'Go near him again and I'll kill him.' If Italy was still deranged he would have laughed but Italy was back to normal. He didn't know who sent the letter but he knew it was serious. "Italy's bone." Prussia says through the door Germany bends over, tears pooling in his eyes. "Oh god" he breathes.
Belarus was tending her brother wounds, "I heard Italy was hearing voices, but to go crazy on you big brother-" she shakes her head dramatically, "We can't have that." she smiles tipping her head to the left. Russia whimpers and turns away. "When I kill Italy you'll marry me out of pride!" She turns happily. "Oh It'll be perfect."
1 Year Later
"Feliciano! We have five orders of Bolognese Spaghetti!" Italy smiles, "No problemo!" he makes the pasta and puts it out to be served. About thirty minutes later the waitress comes back. "Feli, the five customers over there want to talk to you." she points to a secluded corner. Italy stiffens. "No-no I will not meet them." The girl blinks, :No Feli! Please they threatened me!" Italy gawks, "Alright then." he had changed growing his hair out and put a bead around a lock of hair and trapping his curl. Italy puts in contacts that change the amber eyes to olive green. He walks purposefully to the table where Greece, Austria, Spain, Romano and Germany sat. "Hello? Was the food unsatisfying?" Germany turns. "no we just wanted to complement you." Austria fidgets and then shouts, slamming his hand on the table, "Where is he, you imbecile!" Italy jumps and lowers his gaze onto Austria, "What? Listen I'm just a chef if you're looking for your partner go to a bar." Italy turns away and mumbles, "He'd have to be drunk to deal with you."
"Wait Brother!" Romano stands up. "Please listen to us!" Italy rolls his neck before turning back to them. "What!" he barks. "You have better have a damn good reason to bother me here!" Germany looks away covering his mouth. Italy felt a pang of guilt. "Listen-" Romano says, "Russia has been missing since you left. We just want to know what you know." Italy sighs muttering something under his breath, "The last time I saw Russia was when I was fighting with him. I never looked back. When I left, I ment to never see any of you again." Austria snorts and pulls out a piece of paper, "Then what's this? Hmm?" Italy picks it up and reads it
'If you ever want to save Russia asks Italy where he is.'
Italy frowns, "This is Belarus's hand writing. I know because she sent me a letter asking for help. Now if you'll excuse me-" he walks back to the kitchen.
Germany felt like a wound had been reopened. Watching Italy walk away was the last straw. "Italy, wait!" in front of everyone he grabs Italy's arm and spins him around. Without missing a beat he captures Italy's mouth. Italy- melts, fresh tears pour out like blood from a wound. He gathers Germany's shirt in his fingers. When Germany pulls away, Italy finally hears the applause in the room. He blushes and leads Germany outside. "I don't understand.: Italy says blankely. Germany frowns, "I love you Italy, I was just scared, that I had broken you." Italy slaps him, "You did but it hurt more when you left me! I needed you!"
"I'm sorry! Please if you let me, I'll be here now! I'll do anything!" Italy took out his contacts and drops them onto the ground. "I don't know Germany, I just-" Italy lifts his face to the sky and a slight breeze ruffles his hair. He lifts his hands and shields his eyes. "Sometimes I want to go back but I mainly just want to stay." Italy looks back at Germany. "Go home, I'll tell you what I decided by showing up or calling you." Italy frowns, 'I want to know hwo this would work out.'
Germany bites his lip. "Italy...um...after we find Russia- If you decide to-you can come back." He rubs his neck. "And if you want...I can stay...with you." Italy smiles, "I would love that." Italy turns completely to face Germany, "How long will you guys be here?" Germany looks at Italy through lowered eyelashes, "Tonight and tomorrow." He breathes. Italy looks at the sunset and then steps up to Germany. "Take me then, lets go to my place." Germany shudders and loops his arms around Italy's waist. "Of course, oh god yes." Italy nuzzles Germany's neck and licks Germany's jawline. Germany grabs Italy's hand, and Italy leads him to his apartment.
Italy hands Germany the bottle of wine and they sit back into the bed. "So am I better than Canada?" Italy smirks and rests his head on Germany's shoulder, "Mmm I don't know Canada made a lot more noise." Italy kisses Germany and watches his fingers curl through the blond hair. Before long he was positioned on Germany's lap. Germany makes a small sound in his throat and rubs his hands up Italy's thighs. "However," Italy continues, resting his hands on Germany's chest. "He wasn't as rough, or as... dominant." Italy laughs as Germany pulls him in against him. "Plus he doesn't taste as good." Italy breathes. Germany blushes and looks down at Italy's chest. "What about me?" Italy breathes. Germany tilts his head and leans forward into Italy's body, "So much better," he smiles before catching Italy's lips and pressing his tongue against Italy's teeth. "Germany, nng-" Italy felt Germany's tongue slide into his mouth. Germany's fingers grip Italy's throat but not as hard as Italy wanted. "Come on Germany, don't be gentle." he pants, his fingers finding an soft curl in Germany's hair. "You could be more patient." Germany responds biting at Italy's neck. Italy licks his lips and wrenches Germany's face back to his. His tongue battling with Germany's. "Love me Germany, love me hard." he moans
Did I cut off too soon? If you guys leave me a comment and give me the ok to drop a heavy ass lemon in here then I shall do so! Maybe not a heavy ass one but it shall be done! XS love yalls