YAY! So this chapter came out earlier then planned so chapter 11 will be out by Friday :D

The answer to who the book was for is here and so is Germany singing XD and as I said in the previos chapter the song is In Die Nacht by Tokio Hotel

Hope you enjoy ) and also as a note the reason they don't use their country names(except by accident) is just 'cause they're in public.

"I'm supposed to wait and do nothing for an hour?" said Germany.

Italy had led Germany to a bench in a park Germany was able to convince Italy to keep his clothes on and now they were both sitting down on the bench.

"You can nap too," Italy said, yawning. "I'm sleepy…" He laid his head down on Germany's lap.

Germany blushed, but didn't push him off. He adjusted himself slightly and put his arm on Italy's shoulder.

"Doitsu, can you do something for me?" Italy asked.

"What is it?" Germany looked down at the top of Italy's head.

"Could you…" Italy paused. "….sing for me? In German?"

Germany was caught off guard by the request.

"I-I mean you don't have to!" Italy said, embarrassed. "It was dumb of me to ask, nev-"

"No, it's fine," Germany said, interrupting Italy. "You were singing earlier, so it's only fair that I sing too."

He was silent for a moment, thinking of a song. When he got one, he began to sing for Italy."

"In mir wird es langsam kalt
wie lang könn wir beide
hier noch sein
Bleib hier
die Schatten wolln mich holn
Doch wenn wir gehn
dann gehn wir nur zu Zweit
Du bist alles was ich bin und alles was duch meine Adern fließt
Immer werden wir uns tragen
Egal wohin wir fahrn egal wie tief…"

Italy found Germany's voice to be as enchanting as Germany did his. He let sleep tug at him, while he listened to the deep voice of the person he loved.

"…Du bist alles was ich bin
und alles
was durch meine adern fließt."

When Germany finished singing, Italy was fast asleep. He was snoring softly, a small smile on his lips. Germany took his hand and lightly pushed Italy's bangs out of his face. Leaning over he brushed his lips against Italy's temple in a chaste kiss.

Pulling away he reddened. He was glad that no one had been around to see that. Closing his eyes, he decided to take a nap seeing as he had nothing else to do. Before he fell asleep, he could've sworn he heard a camera clicking.

Hungary smiled as she watched the two men sleep on the bench. She took a few more photos before she put her camera away.

"We're lucky that he's also asleep," said Prussia, pointing at Romano, who was taking his own siesta. Spain, who was also napping, had an arm draped over him as they laid on the ground together.

"If he saw what West just did, he would've killed him," Prussia shook his head. "I don't understand why he hates him so much…"

"He just doesn't want to be replaced," Hungary said. "Romano thinks that Ita-chan won't want to spend time with him, and he puts his fears and anger into hating Germany."

"Yeah, well he's just being stupid," said Prussia. "He should be more like the awesome me, and want for his little brother to be happy."

"I don't think anyone should be more like you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Hungary laughed. "Let's just say the world can only handle so much 'awesomeness'."

"The awesome me, is going to ignore the sarcasm in your voice, and take that as a compliment."

"You do that."

Italy opened his eyes. Sitting up he saw that Germany had also fallen asleep; He reached over and ran his hand through Germany's gelled hair. He loved the feeling of the blond locks in his fingers. Putting his hand back down, he looked around, making sure that no one was there. Not seeing anyone he looked back at Germany. Italy blushed as he and kissed him on the cheek.

Looking away in embarrassment, he spotted the bag that was on the bench. Italy felt a pang of guilt. Taking out the book and staring at the cover, he wanted to cry. Even though he had Germany, he still couldn't forget. Even though he wasn't coming back, Italy still collected recipes for sweets.

Holy Rome was his past, and Germany was his present and hopefully his future. Even though he knew all that, Italy still felt the pain. He had a huge hole in his heart. When he was with Germany, it wasn't so bad, but it was there.

Italy hadn't realized he was crying until he felt a comforting hand wiping away the tears.

"Italy…" Germany said a frown on his face. "Why are you crying?"

"Ger-Doitsu, I…" Italy tried to rub away his tears, but Germany grasped his wrists.

"Stop that," he said. "Tell me what's wrong."

Italy looked into Germany's light blue eyes, filled with concern. Could he tell him?

"I…" Italy bit his lip. "I…miss…him…" He covered his face in his hands and sobbed.

"I don't understand," said Germany, pulling Italy into a hug. "Who do you miss?"

Italy pressed himself against Germany's strong chest, finding his warmth soothing. He breathed in his scent and slowly stopped his weeping. Taking a deep breath he spoke.

"My first love…" he answered.

Germany didn't know what to say. He had no idea what he was expecting Italy to say, but it certainly wasn't that. The only thing he knew about Italy's first love was that he was a boy. He stayed silent.

"He went to war," continued Italy. I begged him not to, but he wouldn't listen."

"…What happened to him?" Germany asked.

"He never came back…" Italy pulled away from Germany, and wiped his hand across the cover of the book. "He kissed me, told me he loved me and promised he would never forget me, promised he would return. But he never did…"

"I'm sorry," said Germany, thinking it to be the appropriate thing to say. He didn't know how to comfort Italy. In any other situation he would hug him and tell him that everything would be okay, but that wouldn't work now. Italy had kept this pain to himself for years. There were no words that Germany could say to truly ease Italy's anguish.

Italy stood up and faced Germany. "Thank you for listening, Doitsu," he said. "I didn't mean to be so depressing."

Germany stood up as well. "Italy…"

"Doitsu, you shouldn't call methat," said Italy. "We're in public." He picked up the book and put it back in the bag. "Let's finish our shopping," he said starting to walk.

"Feliciano…" Germany grabbed Italy's hand. He stopped walking and turned back to face Germany.

"I can't change the past, but I can promise that I'll always be there for you," said Germany.

Italy smiled. "I know," he weaved his fingers with Germany's. "Thank you."

"God damn it!" Romano said, as he and the others followed the couple back into the shopping district. "Why was Feli crying?"

"I don't know Lovi, we couldn't hear what they were saying…" said Spain. Him and Romano had woken up at the same time Italy did, so they had seen what happened between the two they were following.

"And why did the potato-bastard have to be the one to comfort him?" Romano was pouting, but was still angry.

"Mein Bruder comforted Italia-chan because he was the only one who could," said Prussia. "Unless you wanted to go out there and explain why you came out from behind a bush?"

"Urg…" Romano didn't have a retort to that, so he stayed quiet.

Spain poked Romano's cheek. "It doesn't matter anyways, because Ita-chan's not crying anymore, right?"

"I guess…"

Translations:

Mein Bruder-My Brother

So what did you guy's think? Did you like it? I really wanted to write good discussion between Italy and Germany about Holy Rome. The ones I've read always seemed to be rushed and didn't have much structure...is mine like that too? I really hope not 'cause that's what I was trying to avoid.

Anyways, Chapter 11 is coming! *applause, cheers* So I wanted to know, what do guy's think is going to happen? Also is there anything you want to see in my story that I haven't put? Anything you want to see more of? Anything you didn't like? Do tell me :)

Ta ta for now :D