Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia and all that good stuff.
A/N: I'm so freaking sorry that I haven't updated in over a year. So, sorry in fact that I just used a word that usually is not part of my vocabulary. A close friend is no longer here and well, it took me awhile to accept that . . . I'm still not over it, but I'm now functioning and slowly going back to what we both enjoyed.
Translations: I decided to rush a bit and not use foreign words, they'll be back in the next chapter~
Chapter 3
After Romano left . . . Germany was going through torture . . . Spain and Italy were, to say the least, making an adorable scene. A scene that was too much to bear for Germany. He awkwardly excused himself midway into his sausage breakfast and walked outside to his car. Despite it being his house, it would not feel right kicking out the new couple, because he was so used to having Italy hang around. So, the next best thing was to take a drive somewhere. Somewhere, but where?
Austria was hopeless in this kind of situation. Switzerland was even worst, and he couldn't exactly talk to someone as young as Liechtenstein . . . Hungary, or France could possibly help . . . But, he was not exactly close to them as his brother was.
Hm . . . What to do?
Time continued to pass, yet Germany was no where closer to an answer.
'Got, how don't I have any friends?' Germany thought to himself as he hit his head on the stirring wheel.
A few more moments passed, and eventually Germany's car roared to life.
"There's only one person that I can go to . . ." He slowly pulled away from his driveway, before his car into drive, Germany gave one last look towards his house and immediately shook his head to clear the millions of thoughts forming and left.
"Stupid Spain. Stupid fratello. Stupid potato bastard. . . ." Romano complained to himself while walking up to Belgium's front door. "And, fucking stupid me." With that, Romano hit his head against Belgium's door with a loud thump, not bothering to move when the door knob was slowly turning, which eventually led to Romano falling forward onto a strong chest.
"Oh, Romano, wh't ar' you d'ing h're?" asked a deep voice with a slight Dutch accent.
"Is Belgium here?" mumbled Romano, not bothering to move from his position on Netherlands' chest.
Netherlands' did not bother to move, seeing that Romano was a little under the weather, he gave a curt nod and called for Belgium.
"What is it, Holland?" asked a sweet voice from behind the Netherlands.
"Romano's h're." answered the Netherlands, now moving Romano from his position, who did not bother to put up a fight.
"Oh, sweety! What's wrong?!" asked Belgium, immediately pushing pass her big brother to give Romano the biggest life crushing hug of his life.
"Sis, I don't th'nk he can breathe." commented Netherlands after a few seconds into the hug.
"I'm sorry, Romano." apologized Belgium, while pushing Romano slightly away from her to look at his face.
Even though, Romano completely avoided Belgium's eyes, Belgium had long grown used to Romano's different expressions and moods. "Honey, what's wrong?"
Trying to keep a strong front, Romano managed to find his voice for a brief moment, "Nothing. I'm . . ." Just as soon as Romano found his voice, he immediately lost it and tears began to find their way to the corner of his eyes.
Without missing a beat, Belgium's womanly instincts kicked in and pulled Romano into another hug.
"It's okay sweetie. Everything will be alright." Belgium mumbled to Romano while gently leading him into the house.
'How did I end up here?' Germany asked himself as he awkwardly tugged at his collar while standing in front of Greece's house.
After leaving his house a few hours earlier, Germany just took random route after random route. With his car completely drained to the last drop of gasoline, Germany realized that he was right around the corner from the Greek nation.
'I'll just ask to borrow his phone . . . Then I'll leave.' Before he had a second thought, Germany knocked on the Greek's front door.
There was no immediate reply.
'Maybe he's not home.' Without bothering to knock again, Germany slowly turned to leave back to his car.
"Germany-san?" came from a soft voice from Greece's house.
Germany made a quick jerking motion to look behind him to see a familiar Japanese nation.
"Japan?" said the Germanic nation, looking as though he was in shock.
Japan, never seeing the shock expression on Germany's face before, even during the war, came to the conclusion that something was not right with his friend.
"Is there something the matter?" asked Japan while slowly walking away from the Greek's nation front door.
Germany made no motion to move towards the island nation, instead he slumped down to his knees and tears began streaming down his face.
"Ludwig-kun!" shouted Japan as he ran towards the slumped figure. "Are you alright?" When Japan got no reply from the larger nation, Japan did not bother to ask the Germanic nation any more questions but instead gave his friend a light hug. "Everything will be alright."
"Is there anything you need Lovino?" asked a sweet voice from beside the Italian nation.
With a quick shake in reply, Lovino wrapped his arms around his knees and looked down at his feet.
"Please, Lovino, I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong." begged Belgium, wrapping her arms around Lovino from the side. "I don't like seeing you this way."
After leading Romano into the house, Belgium with some help from the Netherlands tried to make Romano as comforable as they could. They offered everything in their power while trying to get the younger nation to open up to them with his problems. It was well past midnight, and the Netherlands had excused himself a few hours again, retreating to his room on the second floor.
Moments continued to pass, but Romano made no motion that made Belguim think that he was going to her anything anytime soon. Also, emotionally exhuasted, Belgium unwrapped her arms from around Romano and gave a sigh before getting up the guestbed that Romano was on.
"I'm going to sleep now, wake me up when you feel like talking." And, with that, Belgium began to leave the guestroom. However, before she made 3 steps from the bed, her shirt was lightly tugged by Romano.
"Please . . . Don't leave." whispered Romano while finally bringing his head up to face Belgium.
With their eyes finally meeting, Belgium gave him a soft smile before turning back to the bed. "I'm not, but I can't help if I don't know what's wrong."
Both pairs of eyes did not break contact, Belgium showed Romano no signs of lying and with a deep sigh, Romano looked away. "My brother and Antonio slept with each other."
It took a few moments for Belgium is process the words that Romano just uttered, then her expression turned from a smiling face to shock. "How did that happen?"
"I don't know . . . We were at Germany's house, I fell asleep and when I woke up, Antonio and Feliciano were fucking." explained Romano, with his hands forming fists and his head down.
Belgium made no comment, instead she only sat back down next to Romano and wrapping her arms around the younger nation, bringing slight comfort to the frustrated Italian nation.
"And . . ." Romano began trying to find the most simplest words, "I . . . I would have forgiven them, but . . ." Romano gave a light hearted sigh before continuing, "They were lovey dovey in the morning . . . They were making plans for later."
Romano began to tear up again and brought up his arms to hug Belgium. "I . . . I don't know . . . what to do. . . . I l-love . . . them." His next words continued to come out in between sobs. "I . . . just . . . don't know."
Belgium again made no comment but brought the crying nation closer to her. "Am . . . I not good enough . . . for Feli? . . . For Antonio?" sobbed Lovino into Belgium's sholder.
"You're wrong Lovino," began Belgium softly, "They just don't know what they have."
It took a few moments for Romano to stop sobbing, "Are . . .you telling . . . me the truth?" Romano managed to say in between hiccups.
"Yes, I am!" Belgium said truthfully while pushing Romano slightly away to clean away his tears with her sleeve. "You have so much to offer and they simply haven't realized that yet."
"R-really?" asked Romano with his hiccups finally silencing.
"Yes." Belgium said with another bright smile.
Without thinking, Romano returned Belgium with another smile, not as bright but not broken.
"See how much better you feel!" smiled Belgium with a life crushing hug to Romano.
"Can't- breathe . . .!" Romano managed to scream while trying to push Belgium away.
"I'm sorry sweety." Belgium apologized with her usual smile.
Without thinking, Belguim gave a quick glance towards the alarm clock by the bedside. "Oh my, it's 2:32! It's time to go to bed, there's a world meeting tomorrow!" Belgium exclaimed while jumping off the bed. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Belgium asked giving Romano an unsured expression.
Romano gave Belgium a smile and a nod. "Only if you make me waffles in the morning."
Belgium quickly grabbed a pillow from behind Romano and gave him a smack, "You're asking too much of me." laughed Belgium, "But, I'll see what I can do." And with that, Belgium left the room with a smile. "Good night, Lovino~." The door slowly closed behind her and closed with a quiet thud.
"Good night, Bella." Romano whispered at the closed door.
"I can't possibly tell her about Germany . . ." laughed Romano at himself before going back to his original position with his head in his knees and arms wrapped around himself.
"I'm sorry that you had to see that." coughed Germany, looking anywhere but the Japanese nation in front of him.
Japan noted the growing blush upon the Germanic nation after finally getting Germany to stop crying. Even though he did not understand the situation, he understood that even Germany needed to let it out once in awhile.
"Don't apologize, I understand that you are going through a difficult time right now." Japan began, bringing Germany's attention on the usually modest nation. "I don't understand why you try to hide this Ludwig-kun."
Germany blinked a few times at the Japanese nation, trying to keep his coming tears at bay. "Got, I'm such a wreck." Germany said as he gave himself a bitter laugh while putting his head into his left hand.
Japan only looked at his friend with his usual deadpanned expression. "Yes, you are." replied Japan.
Germany gave another laugh, slightly scaring the island nation. "Glad to know that I look like one."
Japan's usual deadpanned expression was replaced with a look of worry, "Germany-san, would you please tell what is wrong. Perhaps, I can help." begged Japan, slowly lifting his hand to Germany's left, trying to get Germany to look at him.
When Germany finally did, Japan gave him a small reassuring smile.
'I guess I do have friends.' Germany thought to himself.
"Germany . . .?"
Germany then looked up to make eye contact with Japan, giving the Japanese nation a sad smile. "Italy and Spain had sex last night . . ." began Germany, double checking to see if Japan was still willing to listen with the mention of sex.
Japan gave another reassuring smile to continue despite his face showing slight discomfort.
"And, I had sex with Romano . . ." Germany slightly chocked on his words.
"Do you need some water?" asked Japan noting his friend's pained expression.
"I'm fine." answered Germany, trying to regain his breath.
Japan said no more, waiting patiently for Germany to continue.
"We were a litte . . . intoxicated. So, when I went to put Romano in bed because he fell asleep, I tripped over one my dogs. Well . . . he woke up, and he marched back to where Spain was and well . . . Spain and Italy were already doing it." Unconsiously, Germany was facing down at the table with his eyes closed and his hands were a fist. Japan, seeing his friend's frustration, put his much smaller hands on Germany's giving the larger nation encouragement to continue his story.
Calm again, Germany did so. "Romano then suggested that we should do it too . . . And, we did." gulped Germany. "When we woke up, we decided to pretend it never happen, but . . . Spain and . . . Italy had a different idea. Romano left in a hurry and I somehow ended up here." And, with that, Germany ended his short, but painful story.
"I just . . . don't know what to do.." admitted Germany with frustration coming over him again. "I love Italy, yet he hurt me . . . I just . . . don't know."
"Ludwig." Japan said softly, bringing Germany out of his thoughts for a moment, "All I can say is that everything will be alright." Japan said with another small smile of his.
"How . . . can you be . . . so sure?" mumbled Germany.
"I'm not, but if you do not try then you never know." Japan replied.
A few moments of silence passed between the two while Germany slowly processed the words that Japan had just said and just as slowly, a weight on his shoulders that he didn't he had, was getting lighter.
"You're absolutely right . . ." mumbled Germany with a slight smile. "Danke, Kiku."
Japan returned Germany's smile, "I did nothing, only listened."
"And that's all what I needed."
An awkward silence then flooded the room, with Germany and Japan's longest conversation to date was finished.
With a cough to clear his throat and the awkward silence, "Japan, may I ask you something?" asked Germany after noticing something.
"Hai."
"Where is Greece?"
" . . ."
"Um . . . Japan?"
"I'm not sure."
"Okay . . . Then may I ask you why you are at Greece's house?"
Within seconds of asking the question, Greece appeared from behind Japan, with his arms quickly finding their way around Japan's shoulders.
"Heracles!" Japan said with a slight shock.
" M'rning, Kiku. Germany." Greece said, completely ignoring Germany and Japan's shocked expression.
Again, ignoring his guests' shocked expression, Greece decided to answer Germany's question. "Kiku is here because we're lov- . . ." Before Greece had the chance to finish the word, he was elbowed in the stomach by the Japanese nation.
"I'm simply here because the world meeting is in Turkey's house tomorrow and Greece's house is closer than my own." Japan answered quickly with a deep blush appearing on his face.
"Okay . . ." said Germany, trying to take in the scene in front of him. Earlier aside, Japan had never let others touch him, much less give him a hug yet Greece was hugging him as though those rules never applied to him.
But, Germany decided to leave it at that, considering that his own personal problems were too much for himself to handle at the moment to even worry about Japan and Greece's relationship.
"I guess, I should take my leave . . ." Germany annouced suddenly, disrupting the staring contest that Japan and Greece had going on, though it was not much of a staring contest with Japan slightly glaring at Greece and with Greece giving Japan puppy eyes.
With Germany's sudden intrusion, Japan remembered that Germany was there so breaking eye contact with Greece. "Do you need anything before you leave?"
" . . . Now that you mention it." Germany began, "I ran out of gas in my car."
"I will call for a tow truck." announced Japan, quickly walking into the hallway where the house phone is at, leaving Greece and Germany alone to suffer the awkward silence.
Review Responses:
flames04 – Spain does have his good moments . . . Except when he's in my stories. And, I don't blame you, there's not a lot of Germano stories out there, so I decided to add one more out there~
ChastitySloth – At least, you're giving it a chance. :D
Annabelle Mapel – And you shall!
LovinoIsAwesome – It wasn't exactly a fast update, but summer just started and I got close to three months before university starts! And rest assured, there will be more Germano than Gerita, but there will some here and there.
Nata-Arci – And, that makes the story more interesting, if you expect it where's the suspense?
Guest – How about poor everyone?
