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This is a long one to make up for yesterday so I how you love it.

I don't own Hetalia.

"Italy I came here for you." The person at the door said. "I want to be with you. I know I was stupid when we were little, but I love you Italy."

" Then…" Italy started in a whisper. " Why did you leave me?! Why did you go to war?! Why Holy Rome? Why?" Italy was shaking even more and Germany was worried that Italy was going to have a seizure.

Germany put his hand on Italy's should and said " Calm down Italy. It's fine."

For the first time Holy Rome and Italy realized that Germany was standing there. " This has nothing to do with you Germany!" Italy yell out of frustration. Germany looked slightly heart-broken, but refused to leave.

Italy invited Holy Roman Empire in and took his guests to the sitting room. There he poured the three of them a glass of wine. He handed out the glasses and couldn't help but to think damn Holy Roman Empire has changed.

He's so tall and fine boned. Hell he looks a lot like Germany. The tension in the room was palpable. Finally Italy broke the silence by asking the Holy Roman Empire "So, how did you find me?"

Holy Roman Empire didn't know what to say. He'd been gone for so long, hiding from France. He'd had a lot of time to think. No matter how many times he tried to practice his speech to Italy it never seemed right. Now he had to answer.

He hesitated then said "I've been following you. I've always kept an eye on you Italy. I know now that you don't think that I care about you but I do. Italy I love you. Now I was a fool in the past for not seeing it, and I'm sorry, but please accept me now."

Germany was completely taken aback. He had no clue who this Holy Roman Empire was or what his relation to Italy was, but Italy was his man. He'd just finally shared his feelings with Italy and now it was all coming to an end?

Italy just stood by the drinks cabinet and stared into his drink. He said without lifting his eyes "How dare you come to me in my home and ask for forgiveness when you abandoned me all those years ago. I may have loved you then, and I may still, but I have found a new hope for my life. A new love." he paused for effect then looked Holy Roman Empire in the eye and shouted "Get the fuck out of my god damned house before I call Switzerland to use his nobel peace prize on you!"

The Holy Roman Empire was terrified by this new Italy. He's so different than when we were children….maybe it is for the best that i go….No! I must win my love back from his dallancy! The Holy Roman Empire stood up and simply said "No."

Germany was impressed by his bravery, God knows he wouldn't have had the guts to do that. Italy threw his glass at The Roman Empire and ran to his room, locked the door and ran into his closet. The Holy Roman Empire and Germany were left alone together.

At last, Germany thought. I can ask him the questions I've been aching to ask for ages. When the Holy Roman Empire turned to him and said "Could you be a nice fellow and point me in the direction of a guest bed room. I best wait this tantrum out." Germany was infuriate. How dare he call Italys break down a temper tantrum! Germany stood up to his full height, about 5 inches taller than Holy Roman Empire and punched him.

The Holy Roman Empire fell to the floor, completely knocked out. Germany then ran to Italy's room and again pounded on the door. "Italy I know you're in there! Come out, please! I knocked that dick of an empire out, its ok to come out now!" Germany screamed at the door, hoping Italy wouldn't ignore him.

Italy couldn't hear him. He was tucked away in his closet buried under a mountain of clothes, trying to hide from the memories, the past, the pain. Italy hated the pain he want it to go away. So Italy looked a little under the clothes he was under and found the pocket knife that Roma had given him so long ago. Still not hearing Germany's calls he placed the knife to his skin. The red hot pain starting to come again.

Italy was infatuated with the feeling and started to cut more and more. deeper and deeper. The more his blood flowed down his arms the better he felt. Then a thought popped into his head.

Why stop? Why not just end it here? It'll make the memories go away. The past. The pain. FOREVER. I'd never have to feel the pain again, so why not?No one will even miss me. Romano can take care of the country. He never liked me anyways, so he would love to run his own country. Germany wouldn't even care. I was just caught up in the moment. He feels nothing for me. He's never once told me his feelings. He must hate me too. Holy Rome even hates me. Why wouldn't they. I'm a good for nothing piece of shit. I'm lazy and sloppy and useless. The world would be better of if Italy Veneziano never existed.

Italy looked at the knife and sighed. He knew one day he would finally do this. Finally end the wretched life he was forced to live for so long. Finally end the suffering. So Italy placed the sharp knife to his arm one last time and started to press hard. Cutting the deepest he's ever cutted.

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