a/n: Well, I decided it might be a good idea to revisit this story.I've decided to continue it, and I hope you all enjoy this 'second part' of sorts! The chapters might lengthen now, and my style of writing is a bit different, but that won't make much a difference! I'll pick up kinda where I left off, except Italy is now home and resting from his hospital stay.

With love, -IndianaFerbDragon

P.S. I can't seem to make the little liney things that separated my notes from my story, so I shall do this:

pbpbpbp

Germany sat on his bed, glad to be home. Italy was with Romano, Prussia was with Canada and Maine, and the blond country had the house to himself. In the few days he had been gone, a fine layer of dust had settled itself over everything in his room, but had left his grandfather clock untouched. He thought about Italy, the tears in those beautiful eyes, and nearly cried himself. Their relationship was no longer defined, and this bothered him to no end.

With a heavy sigh, Germany pushed himself up off the bed. Leaving the room untidy, he wandered barefoot to the kitchen. Morning light filtered through the windows, causing the tile floor to sparkle. On the counter was a pair of ice skates. Germany recalled never actually putting said skates away after his last date with Italy.

Just thinking of the shorter country caused the typically tough man to fall to the floor. Why did I try to leave him?Dummkopf…He will never take me back, he will never forgive me…

Sobbing, he curled up into a ball on the tile.

*Hetalia!*

Prussia leaned back, bracing himself on his hands. The blond canadian in front of him blushed, a smile lighting up his violet eyes. Both were panting slightly, and thinking on how tightly their lips fit together.

"Do you think mein bruder will stay with Italy?" Prussia asked suddenly.

"I… I-I'm not sure, Gil," Canada answered. He moved over to the albino and hugged him.

The Prussia hattafute parade theme song went off, startling Canada slightly. Prussia reached over to his phone, checked the caller ID, and clicked it off. With a small grin, he pulled the maple-scented man close and kissed him.

"I think they will figure it out," he breathed as he released Canada. "They are awesome, after all!"

*Hetalia!*

Italy 9:02: Heya Germany, whats up?

Germany 9:15: oh gutentag Italy.We need to talk.

Italy 9:16: come over?

*Hetalia!*

The tired italian who opened the door for Germany was merely a shadow of himself. Italy's face was pale, and his brown eyes showed the dull pain in his shoulder was still getting to him.

"Hi Germany," he sang softly. He stepped outside, closing the door behind him. "Did you come to say arrivederci?"

Germany hesitated, then nodded firmly. "Ja. Italy, I love you. I just want you to be happy."

Italy stared for a moment, uncomprehending. "But… I won't be happy without you!" His eyes filled with tears.

I am making a mistake… "Do not cry, Italy. Soldiers do not cry. I have seen the way you look at Maine. I underst-"

"No! Ti amo! You and only you! NononoGermanydon'tleavemeyouareeverythingtome!"

Germany sat heavily on the porch. Italy fell next to him, wincing as the jolt shook his body. "Please Germany, don't leave me." Lost, he began to cry.

"Nein do not cry Italy." Germany scooted over and put both arms around the sobbing country. "Ich liebe dich, mein schatzi."

"You're not leaving?" Italy choked out, staring up.

"Nein. I cannot leave you crying like this. You say you love me? I will not leave one who loves me."