Chapter 7

WARNING:

This chapter contains MAJOR feels.

you have been warned

Once Romano and Italy got back to the house, and the weather hadn't gotten any better.

"Now there's no way in hell I'm carrying you upstairs." Romano almost immediately complained after setting foot into the house, dropping the younger onto the sofa as soon as possible while stretching out his back.
"You need to lay off the damn pasta, idiot. Breaking my damn spine carrying your ass." Italy opened his eyes a little but closed them again and moaning a little and sitting up. "The Hell are you doing? I told you to sleep, damn it." the older fussed, arms folding over his chest as he now glared at the lighter-haired of the two.

The younger brother sighed and looked out the window, "I wonder how long this storm is going to last..." "Again, I don't fucking know. Now you need to go the fuck to sleep. Last thing I need is to have you collapse from stress or some shit." Romano frowned. Rather, the last thing he WANTED was to be bitched at by their grandfather for having let his younger brother get into such a condition.

"Alright..." Italy laid back down and drifted back to sleep.

Italy opened his eyes to find himself in what seemed like a dark cave full of nothingness. He stood up and looked around. He could barely see anything around him.

"Where am I? What is this place?" Once Italy's eyes had adjusted to the darkness, he noticed America standing by himself not to far from where Italy was. "America!" Italy ran over to America glad that he found someone in this darkness.

"Huh? Oh, it's you and what does the pathetic weakling want now?" America hissed hatefully. Italy looked at America wide eyed remembering what had happened earlier that day. "A-America?" But before the American was able to say a word, England butted in, "HEY YOU GIT! I told you not to hang around crybabies like him!" England walked over to the two nations, looking more annoyed than not. "Dude! he walked over to me! I wasn't talking to him because i wanted too!" America yelled in protest. England shot a glare at Italy.

"Why are you guys hanging out with that loser?" France asked as he joined the three other nations. Italy looked at the three nations with terrified eyes. was this what the other nation really thought of him? "B-big brother France..." Italy reached out to France only to be glared at In return.

"Oui?"

"D-don't you love me"

Italy was on the verge of tears, trying desperately to hold it in. not wanting the other nations to see him crying like this. France smiled cruelly, "hmm? Why would someone as handsome and beautiful as me, ever love someone as useless,weak and annoying as YOU"

Italy stood there frozen in in place, he couldn't find the words. Maybe he wasn't fit to be a nation. Just then Russia came up behind him and placed his hands on Italy's shoulders and whispered in his ear, "No one loves you Italy, so why don't you become one with mother Russia?"

at this point Italy couldn't hold back the tears, the tears felt like acid on his face. He shook his head and pulled away from Russia then turned around to face him."NO! I-it's not true! Germany loves me and so does Romano!"

Russia looked at him and smiled twistedly "do you really believe they would like someone as useless as you?" Italy froze, scared that... Maybe they were right, maybe Germany and Romano did hate him, maybe he really was useless...

"N- No...I...I don't believe you! Germany...and Romano...they would never...hate...me...y- you'll see..." Italy yelled and ran away from them. He didn't bother to look back, he just kept running. Everything around him all looked the same, it was like running through a dark endless mansion. He hoped he would find Romano or Germany … truthfully he just wanted to go somewhere and be happy and not alone, but that was the opposite of what was happening. Italy had been crying so much that he didn't notice the two figures walking in front of him and crashed into the taller one and fell over backwards. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head, "oww...i-i'm sorry for a...G-Germany?" Italy gasped with joy and lunged into the Germans arms, crying into the mans shirt.

"ZHE HELL!? LET GO OF ME, YOU STÜCK ADFALL!" Germany yelled shoving Italy off of him and pushing him to the ground. Italy yelled out in pain,then with tears in his eyes looked back up at the "w-why Germany...d-don't tell me...you...hate me too..." Italy was trembling, fearing how his best friend would answer.

"well ja, Who doesn't?"

Italy lay there, as if he was frozen in place, he just didn't know what to do anymore. He glanced over at japan. "J-japan?"Japan looked at Italy, his face showing no emotion whatsoever. "Itary.. You are very dumb" Germany laughed and looked back at the Japanese man, "Well said japan, now I say we leave this Stück Müll to be by himself" Japan nodded, "Hai!" And with that the two nations walked away leaving Italy all alone on the ground.

Italy just sat there, contemplating whether or not he should even bother to get up again. it felt as if is world was shattering to pieces. "S-so... Russia was right... They do hate me...and Roma...maybe...maybe he still loves me...I hope..."

After a few minutes, Italy decided that he would search for his brother, so he got up and started wandering around looking for Romano. "Romano...where are you? P-please...I need you" after a few minutes of searching he saw that a figure walked out of one of the rooms ahead and started walking the other direction. Italy looked at the figure for a minute. it was hard to see in all the darkness but once Italy looked closer it was really starting to look like...

"R-Romano?"

The figure stopped in its tracks, though it didn't turn to face the young Italian who had called out. "The fuck do you think you're doing?" The accented voice spoke back with a harsh tone, confirming the younger's suspicions that it must have been Romano, after all. "Don't speak to me, you fucking worthless brat."

"Fr-fratello?" Italy stumbled back, feeling the tears coming back. "What'd you fucking call me?" The taller male hissed, finally turning his head to look at the lighter-haired Italian. Even as he watched him, it was almost as if the older's eyes had grown darker with a more malicious intent. "I'm not your brother. I'd never be related to such a waste of space."

"y-you just...joking... r-right fratello?" Italy asked, he could feel that his knees were very close to giving out. "Your birth was little more than a mistake. Now stay the Hell away from me." The older snarled before turning away and once again proceeding forward as if nothing had happened. Italy stared at his brother. that was it. it was as if someone had created a puzzle of hate and the last piece had just been placed. Italy started shaking uncontrollably.

"F-fratello...no... d-don't leave me...I don't wanna be alone" Italy's legs collapsed underneath him, everything hurt, it felt as if the there was a firing squad of 1,000 men, all firing at him one after the other. his tears were out of control by now. "P-please fratello... d-don't leave me"

"ROMANO!"

To be continued

Authors note:

Herro! i hope you all enjoyed that~! i tried to add a lot more content than before. and make it lots more feelzy! So ya this was a pretty depressing chapter, but don't worry it'll get a little better~ but only a little~

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Romano: *clears throat* Well, if you want to hear more from me, then keep up the flattery. My ego is definitely enjoying the attention. Grazie~.

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