ACK! THIS STORY IS GETTING TO THE GOOD PART! DON'T FORGET I BOLD THE CHARACTER'S NAME WHEN I CHANGE POVS! YES, I WILL GO BACK TO HRE X ITALY BEFORE FRANCE REVEALS HIS SECRET! HANG IN THERE! LOVE YOU ALL!

HRE's gaze locked Italy's. What is he doing here? I thought Spain told her not to go to my home, so why is she here? Austria noticed his arrival.

"You're home early," Austria said, eyeing his expression. "Oh, stop watching her and go to your room." HRE obeyed, and went to his room. He closed the door, grabbed his pink pillow and sat on his bed. She's here. In happiness, he rolled around his bed squealing in joy.

"KEEP IT DOWN!" Austria called, clearly annoyed. HRE ignored him and continued to squeal in delight. He woke up the next morning to see Italy outside his door, dusting off the paintings.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Italy squeaked, jumping out of the way. "Don't worry, I'm cleaning it properly! Please don't kick me!" HRE's mind whirled as he fought to walk on without jumping in happiness to the dining room. Austria was in the dining room enjoying his meal and looked up from his magazine.

"Don't forget, training before lunch with Allen DeGuida." HRE nodded and ate his meal.

After training with Captain DeGuida, HRE walked back to the house to see Austria holding Italy by the shirt, shaking her violently and yelling.

"Clean the floors right, you stupid kid!" Austria screamed. Italy was crying while holding her broom, not noticing HRE standing there.

"Austria?" HRE called. "What are you doing?" Austria put Italy down and hit her, sending her to the kitchen to clean the floors again.

"Just teaching our servant a lesson." He rolled his eyes. "She can't do anything right." HRE backed away and ran after Italy.

She jumped in alarm as HRE walked into the kitchen. "I'm sorry! I'm cleaning!" She picked up her broom and started sweeping once more. HRE just stared at her, dumbfounded.

Italy walked past Austria's piano room after cleaning the kitchen. He was playing a song on the piano.

"Well, come here and listen," Austria said, eyeing Italy from the corner of his eye. Italy scrambled up onto the seat and listened intently as Austria played. After the song was finished, Italy sighed. "Did the floors get cleaned?"

"Yes, Mr. Austria sir," Italy responded.

Austria nodded. "Then you may take the rest of the day to yourself. But before you do, tell Holy Rome to meet me in the Library." Italy nodded and scurried out.

Austria sighed as HRE continued to ignore Austria. Why is he so mad at me? HRE read the mathematics book and left. "Where are you going?"

"To get a drawing lesson from Italy," HRE said, not looking at him as he left the room. HRE found Italy by the flower meadow.

HRE called out; "Hey, Italy? Can you teach me to draw?"

Italy turned and smiled. "Sure!" As the lesson went on, HRE stopped.

"I can't draw correctly."

"Sure you can! It looks good!" Italy said, eying his painting of a rabbit. He grabbed HRE's hand. HRE's heart thumped loudly. He snatched his hand away and ran. "Wait!" Italy cried as HRE left the meadow. Stupid. Why did you run away?! HRE scolded himself as he walked into the dining room where the other servant-girl Hungary was serving a meal of cheese, grapes, butter with bread and another dish.

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Prussia went to Ludwig's home and knocked. "Hey, brozah?" No answer. Prussia took his spare key and opened the door. There were noises coming from upstairs. Prussia went upstairs and heard moaning (NOT that MOANING!)

"Crapola! Where is Germany keeping those journals?!" Romano! What the hell was he doing here?

"Romano, they're not in his shower you dummy!" Spain said. Prussia cracked the door open a little to see Romano looking in the bathroom. Prussia knew they must be looking to find Germany's secrets in his journals. Since neither of the brothers knew where the journal was, Prussia slipped in and grabbed the blue chest where the journals were. He closed the door silently and flew down the stairs, tripping on Spain's umbrella causing noise.

"Hey, who's there?!" Romano called. Prussia ran down and slammed the door and ran to his home, ignoring the pain in his left foot. Then he realized he left his shoe on the stair when he tripped. Shit.

"Phew." Prussia opened his door and closed it. He went upstairs and opened the chest using his iron cross since that was how you opened the chest. He flipped open the first journal. May 14th, Year 20XX. I'm fed up with Italy always making complaints about wurst! I certainly don't complain about his pasta! Germany had written. October 31st, Year 20XX. Italy had forced me to wear a roman empire army suit, while he dressed as a common slave, leash added. It was easier to keep him out of trouble though. Japan just kept his distance, that jerk. Prussia laughed at some of the entries, like when Italy 'by accident' slipped into the shower with Germany. Why do I like that little Italian so much? Prussia asked himself. He also liked Japan, but he knew Japan wouldn't feel the same. To be honest, it seemed Japan had no feelings other than compassion and boredism (if that was even a feeling).

"Hey, Italy?" Prussia called.

"Ya? What is it Prussia?" Italy answered.

"Sorry about the... you know."

"Ve, we're all good."

"So, where are you?"

"At France's place with Germany. We're eating pasta right now, so..."

Prussia ended the call, telling Italy to tell Germany he said sorry and hi at the same time.

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HRE flinched when he saw Austria throw (literally) Italy into the cell. She landed with an oomph.

"Next time, ask before you touch my piano, you little *****!" Austria yelled as HRE stood behind him. Italy gazed at HRE with sad eyes as Austria slammed the door.

"Waaa!" Italy cried into the night. "I'm hungry!" HRE decided to get Hungary to make pasta. He took the plate with a fork and spoon and opened the sliding slot to push the pasta plate into Italy's cell. "P-pasta?"

HRE quickly closed the slot and listened as Italy ate the pasta with delight. "Grazie, Hre." HRE's face turned red and he opened the slot. Italy was smiling with sauce-stained teeth. Italy looked so cute with her little face with pasta-sauce stains.

"Wake up!" Allen yelled. "What's even gotten you all soppy?" Then he followed HRE's gaze to Italy. "Ah, young love." HRE glared at his captain, which made Allen laugh even harder.

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France couldn't bring himself to tell Italy the truth so he told another thing that he missed Joan of Arch, which he did. I will have to tell him what I did to HRE. I should've told him long ago. I will tell him on a different day when Germany is not with him. He waved goodbye to the lovers as the train left his place. He walked home, humming to himself.

Germany put his arm around the sleeping Italian who was snoring softly. Why does he have to look so adorable? Germany thought as he gazed lovingly at Italy. Italy stopped and looked up at him.

"Are we there?" he asked.

"Nein," Germany said. "Go back to sleep." They arrived at his home a while later, when Germany noticed that his chest was gone. Then he remembered seeing Prussia's shoe on the step. He probably took the journals, sneaky bastard. He climbed into bed.

"Ger-many..." Italy called from the other side of the room. "Let's have some fun." Germany's face turned red as Italy faced him, wearing only boxers and his iron-cross necklace.

"W-we have training tomorrow," Germany said. "Go to sleep and put on a shirt please."

"But I don't wanna sleep!" Italy protested, giving him a sad look with his jay-blue eyes.

"What do you want to do then?" Germany yawned. Italy removed his pants while giving him a certain look, which made Germany close his eyes.

"Put your pants back on and go sleep in the other room," Germany said. "We have training tomorrow." Italy ignored him and climbed into bed with Germany.

"Fine, but you're missing out." Italy snatched up his pants and stomped out. Germany closed his door, locking it (god forbid what Italy would do while Germany was asleep).

The next morning, Germany made breakfast, woke Italy and started making the coffee.

"Good morning," Italy yawned as he came down in his blue uniform. "You know you missed the opportunity last night."

Germany rolled his eyes, knowing what exactly Italy meant. "Well, we have training today and you and Japan need it." After training, Germany came home alone. Italy had told him Spain came home and Romano had to tell them both something important. He was surprised to see Prussia on his couch reading a certain magazine that he must've brought from his home.

"Ah, where are my journals?" Germany asked, giving Gilbert a beer.

"Back where they were," Prussia said. "I'm sorry about...you know."

"I know, Italy told me," Germany said taking a sip of his beer. The door opened to Romano, Spain and Italy come into his living room.

"Well, tell him Romano," Spain said sternly.

"I told Prussia to meet Italy that night." Romano spat, glaring at Spain.

"What?!" Germany yelled. "Oh. Well, that explains it."

"So you're not pissed?" Spain asked, surprised.

"I was but whatever."

Romano sighed. "Well, I'm outta here."

"No, I'm kinda mad." An idea popped into his head. "You know how you can make it better?"

Romano cringed. "How."

"Make me lunch, clean my house-"Germany snicked. "And be a huggy-dovey to Italy and Spain."

Romano was outraged. "Hell no!" Spain glared at him. "Fine." Italy laughed out loud.

"Well, get to it!" Italy roared with laughter, coming over to Germany to give him a kiss on the cheek.

- Past-

HRE and Italy spent the next few months sitting and doing art together. HRE laughed every time Italy would shriek in pain everytime a kitty licked her cheek.

Then one day, Allen said, "HRE, you are going to the Thirty Years War." HRE knew that he would have to say goodbye to Italy.

"So, you're really going?" Italy had asked, gripping her paintbrush. Then she gave him the broom and paintbrush, crying. HRE had kissed her just before he left.

"I promise I will return," HRE whispered in her ear. Italy's tears rolled down and splattered on HRE's hand. They broke away, Italy with a worried expression on her perfect face.

I have to come back. I promised that I would.

TO BE CONTINUED! THANK YOU ALL FOR READING! FRANCE WILL REVEAL WHAT HE DID TO HRE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT SO FAR! NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE UP BY 9-13-18, AND THAT'S A PROMISE! DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE A REVIEW! LOVE YA!