Germany sat in front of the fire dressed in a black suit. It was three days ago that he found Romano sobbing over a lifeless Italy. Germany watched the fire crackle and remembered the days where he and Italy would sit by the warm fire and talked for hours. His heart began to ache. His mind wandered to Romano. How was he doing? After he woke up sobbing yesterday spain had taken him to stay with him for the night. Was he also thinking of Italy. Was Italy thinking? Was he in heaven watching them or did his mind cease to think and feel when his heart stopped? His thoughts were interrupted by footsteps coming towards him. He looked up to see his brother in a black suit and a sad look on his face. "West, lets go before we miss it." Germany stood up silently not looking at his brother at all. Gilbert drove after they arrived to Italy. The cold air bit at their exposed skin as they got out the car and went into the building where the funeral was taking place. It was almost 5 when they walked in and saw many countries already there dressed in black and a frown plastered onto their faces. Germany let his eyes wander around the room. There was france holding a bouquet of white roses, talking to england who held white daffodils. America sat with Japan and China who also held different white flowers. Austria craddled a crying Hungary. Switzerland carried a sleeping Lichtenstein who had tear stained cheeks. Afew others sat in silence not bothering to even say a word. Then his eye caught the undeniable curl. He saw Romano curled up on the floor shaking. He wore a black suit and tightly clutched a small stuffed bear and a single white Lily. Spain was crouched next to him rubbing his back while Romano cried. Germany walked up to him. Before he could say anything the ceremony began. They all took their spots as a few people carried the casket. Nations began to cry as they they put Italy's open casket into the room. Every nation put one flower from the bouquet into the casket with him, said farewell and put the remaning flowers beside the casket."Romano, why don't you sing one last song, to Italy. " Everyone stared at the German who had so suddenly interupted. Romano nodded and walked next to the open casket. His brother was showered In white flowers of everykind. He placed his flower behind his brother's ear and put the small bear beside the casket before placing a kiss on his forehead. He cleared his throat and began to sing. 'Yellow' by Coldplay. The rest was a blur to Germany. Italy was cremated into ashes, afterwards Romano was surrounded by countries who hugged him and gave their condolences. He faintly remembers him holding a little crying Lichtenstein who had placed a flower crown onto his head. The world cried that night. And even the skies of Italy wept heavily for two whole days.
Germany woke up on the following Saturday and came out of his room. He had been in bed since the funeral and his brother wasn't home. He shrugged it off and went to take a shower. After his shower he ate before grabbing afew beers and heading into his room. He drunkenly cried and fell asleep. The next day his brother returned around noon. "Where were you?" He asked the prussian. "Spain, France and I went to see Roma." He gave a frown before walking away. Something was up. "Is he really doing so bad?" Germany followed prussia into his room. "He was really thin, I guess he hadn't eaten at all. We got him to eat though and we all had afew drinks. And then later on we-" Prussia stopped and looked down, he had a blush across his face and his eyes began to water. "What?" Germany moved closer to his brother who only layed onto his bed and curled up. " I dont want to talk about it. I just want to sleep right now west." For the next few years Prussia would dissapear at random times and wouldnt come back until the next day, sometimes longer. He never knew where he went or why he would suddenly act strange when he would get back. Germany didn't feel the need to hide away anymore. He lived normally but it still felt strange without the bubbly italian with him and it still hurt him to think of or speak about him. He had seen Romano only during the World Meetings but tried to not look at him directly. It still hurt to look at him. He had heard that the italian never left his home only during meetings. Was he still so depressed? He had avoided the italian for as long as he possibly could.
It was 5 years after the death of Feliciano when Germany was home getting everything ready. He knew the day had to come someday but he still wasn't ready. The doorbell rang and he hurried to open it. His stomach turned as he looked at the small italian standing in his doorstep in a brown suit and a black suitcase and not a scowl, but eyes that looked as lifeless as Feliciano's the day he found them on the floor of the room.
The meeting ended very quickly with very few words spoken. He let him spend the night as it was getting late. He was making coffee when he heard sniffles coming from the living room. He walked out of the kitchen to see his brother holding onto Romano who sat curled up with only a large shirt covering him like a dress. He let them cuddle alittle longer before coming in and giving Romano a cup filled with the hot liquid. He couldn't help but pull him into a tight hug before going to his room. That night he heard heavy breathing and whimpering. He thought he was crying and let him have his moment. He woke up the next morning to find Prussia cuddling a sleeping Romano. He thought nothing of it.
The next few years he only saw Romano during meetings but they never fought. He still never went outside at all. Prussia had visited him on Christmas eve with spain and came back christmas morning to be with him Christmas day. He often baked Christmas cookies that he took him. However 15 years after the death of Feliciano, Prussia had stopped dissapearing. He had been gone for a whole week and when he came back he locked himself into the room for a whole week before returning to normal. He even stopped visiting Romano on Christmas. Germany was curious as to why but just assumed he told him to piss off.
25 years later he went to visit Romano for a meeting. He still wasnt comfortable with the italian but didn't really have a choice. After the meeting he took a glance at the italian. He was so pale and thin. The bags under his eyes seemed to be the only color on his face. He looked around the room and noticed how organized everything was. He felt proud that Romano did his work neatly, but he thought, how much is he working? Does he work instead of sleep? He voted to take him for a drink. Romano explained the fight he had with the italian before he committed suicide. Now he understood. Romano blamed himself and that's why he couldn't move on. He felt pity for him. But was it really even his fault? Only Italy can say. After spain and Gilbert came in he found himself watching the two break out into a fight when Prussia pushed spain's line. That fine line being Romano. He had felt shocked when he claimed to have slept with the italian and was too distracted to stop the fight. Also he didn't want to mess with an angry spain because he was scary. He voted his brother lying whe he saw him on the floor knocked out.
Afew days later he saw him again with Japan playing karaoke. His voice still never failed to surprise him and even more so, his dancing. However he noticed the italian was starting to look more cheerful.
Germany had been growing more and more frustrated with the lack of sexual activity he had the past few years. He had only ever slept with Italy but he was craving it more than ever. When he had seen a pained Romano on the floor bleeding with his mouth on his hand he just couldn't hold back anymore. The iron taste stuck in his mouth even after the blood stopped. He licked at Romanos hand until he saw him nearly crying. He never felt so ashamed. What was he doing to his dead lover's brother? He mentally punished himself. His brother seemed to be love stricken with him as well how can he do that to both Italy and Prussia? His frustration reached it's limit however when he saw it later that night. He didnt expect it at all even if Romano had admitted it happened before. He watched the small red faced italian ride his brother who held him closely and kissed him. He wanted him so bad too. He knew it was wrong for many reasons but he looked just like his Feliciano. After nearly getting seen by his brother he goes into his room to take care of his problem while thinking of his little Italy. Germany felt himself starting to crumble since that day.