The Italian gave a cup of tea to the English woman, "now, tell me why you are crying."

"Im not crying…"

"Fine, were crying."

"It's no-"

"Alice."

She got quite as she looked at the Italian. He had a strong stern look without even a hint of fear behind them, which was odd because he always did, but now he was strong. "uh…"

After the meeting Alice walked to the little café across the hotel to get something light to eat. She sat down at a little table and waited for her tea as she read a pile of notes from the meeting. After all she needed to organize and edit them. She wrote down every word that came out of the other nation's mouths just to keep her mind off… him.

She took out a pen and started crossing out little things that didn't have anything to do with the pressing issues. She got about half way through before she heard a little voice speak up, "England?! Hell no! she wouldn't have a chance with him!"

This caught Alice's interest, why were they speaking about her not to her?

"I suppose your right…"

"Besides I heard she's a total slut, Spain likes his girls with a little sense of self worth."

Alice took out a mirror and looked behind her; it was Belgium and her brother Netherlands. What were they doing? Alice thought they were friends. Well… maybe not friends, but at least on good terms. At this point she felt a little disheartened. What did she ever do?

"They were married at one point, I-"

"But after that! Ned she totally slutted out, sleeping with France all those times, and all those other countries! I bet she raped America!"

Alice didn't want to hear anymore, she didn't want to be here anymore. First they completely talk shit about her being a slut, which isn't true she hasn't even had sex with anyone other than Spain, and even if she did that wouldn't make her a slut. Just someone who had a lot of sex. No one calls France a slut… and he sleeps with strangers. And then they accuse her of rape? How is that even appropriate? Rape isn't a synonym for sex. And she would never so much as touch anyone that way, its repulsive and wrong, and… just inhuman.

She got up and acted as though she didn't see or hear them, she put her things away, "Oh, hello England!"

Alice looked at the sound, "oh..? Hello Bella." She smiled. "I have to go Ill, talk to you later okay?" she said walking out of the café, completely feeling like shit.

As she told Lovino, her eyes watered a bit and he handed her a tissue. "Those assmats… I'm sorry.." he looked at her with sincerity. He hated to see his mom cry. Wait… mom?

…. Yes this is his mom. The strong woman who put him before her, took care of him, raised him. That is what a mom is right?

"Lovino, you've grown so much. Im sorry I left you.."

"eh?" why was she apologizing? "what..?"

"You know I never wanted to, you probably resent me for it, but I really miss you. You were like a son, and I… I was like a horrible mom."

He knew what she was doing. She let those words seep into her head, now she thinks everything was wrong, everything was her fault. He has to admit he's done it before, many times.

"M-… mamma. You were a great mom. You were patient, kind, and loving, please don't think otherwise. I know you didn't want to leave me; you had to do what a nation has to. And I… I love you. I love you. Your friends love you, you ex- colonies still love you, and Spain loves you too." He almost regretted the last one, but he was still going to carry the message to Gilbert what she thinks of Spain.

She was almost bawling her eyes out, "No, No he doesn't! he hates me, I destroyed his favorite ship, I took his land, I stole from him, I hurt him so much… so many scars, so.. many.." she started crying harder at the memory of cutting him, scrapping him up, waking up in his arms to see the scares she did years earlier on his body everywhere. She was a monster.

"No! He still sets an extra plate for you, he still keeps tea in the house, he still asks me to ask what you want on some days, he still wakes up searching for you in his bed! He misses you!"

"How the hell do you know!?" she screamed, "How do you know that?"

"I stay in his house from time to time, on the nights around the… armada, I keep an eye on him at night." He looked Alice in the eye, "he wants you back."

Alice said nothing, she wanted him too. She couldn't even bring herself to think about anyone else, oh how she has tried though. Tried and failed, just to have one name on her mind.

"I want him too…" she mumbled.

Romano left after Alice fell asleep, on the bed. He left a note saying he had to go stay with Feliciano, he knew he didn't have to tell her, but he didn't want her to feel worthless.

"Lovi?" Lovino turned around, "What are you doing here?"

"Antonio… I uh…Mo- Al-.." Lovino Sighed, "England wasn't feeling good. So I stayed with her."

"Aww.. My Lovi has grown up to be such a gentle man!"

"My name is Lovino!"

"Hey Lovi?"

He suppressed a sigh, "What?"

"Whats wrong with Alice? Is she sick?"

"why do you care?"

"I don't know."

Liar, just admit you love her. Lovino thought angrily, "She's fine bastard. Its late, good night."

"but… You said she wasn't feeling well."

"Yeah."

"then whats wrong with her?"

"Nothing is wrong with her. Maybe you should talk to your admirer a little thing about how jealousy makes her ugly."

"eh? Lovi, admirer?"

He gave Antonio a look. "Good night."

"Wait, she told you all that?"

"yes pay attention Gilbert! Then I saw Anto—"

"you mentioned him and she told you everything without Alcohol?!"

"For the love of god… Yes! Now shut-"

"okay okay."

Lovino gave a soft glare. "She loves him deeply." He said slowly.

"I know that!"

"And I told her, Spain loves her just as much."

"Yeah i—What…? Lovi No!"

"What?!"

"Antonio was supposed to tell her all romantically…" Gilbert pouted.

Author note: hoped you enjoyed this little chapter

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