-The pot was boiling over.

The pot is boiling over.

Why hasn't Italy noticed?

These thoughts were buzzing about Germany's head as he rushed forward to stop the hot water from getting everywhere. He turned off the stove as he turn toward his friend as to ask him why he hadn't been watching the stove only to find that Italy was in fact asleep.

"Italy?" Germany asked

Italy didn't wake up right away as he normally did when Germany would catch him sleeping the day away. No the excitable nation yawned slowly blinking at the German tiredly.

"Hmm sorry Germany. Guess I fell asleep. Is everything alright?" He said

Germany turned pink. "The um corn was boiling over."

Italy jumped up fast after that. "Oh no."

Germany waved his hand dismissively. "It is alright. I turned it off."

"Oh grazie! I better get the bread out of the oven. I hope it is not burnt." Italy hurried around the kitchen.

"Are you all right?" Germany asked.

"What of course. Why wouldn't I be." Italy covered the bread with a cloth the keep it fresh.

"You just seem. Well tired?" Germany worriedly suggested.

"Oh well cooking dinner almost every night might be getting to me a bit but I am fine I promise." Italy answered.

And Germany believed him.

Of course he did. Italy doesn't lie.

Then why are going to his brother about it?

Crap! Germany for the first time didn't trust what his friend was telling him. Oh how he felt so guilty about it too. He almost left the door of Romano's room because of it but he had to know. Why would Italy not be telling him the truth? Why did he think that? Ugh Gilbert had always told him he had trust issues. Germany sighed, thinking back the conversation he had had with Italy, he shook his head. No he needed to make sure Italy was actually all right. So asking Romano was his only real option.

When his knocked he came face to face with a tired looking Romano.

"Uh" was all Germany could think to say something seemed off about the Italian. He seemed well nicer looking.

Romano in turn stared back and then rolled his eyes and ushered Germany inside the room.

"So why are you here?" Romano asked leaning against a book shelf that rested in the corner.

Germany swallowed he was not used to Romano not calling him a bastard. "I am worried about Ita...are you okay?" He noticed Romano had his head in his hands.

"What oh no I am totally fine." The sarcasm was not lost on Germany.

"What's wrong?" He asked the Italian.

"Headache. I haven't exactly been sleeping."

"Oh is it..is it Canada?" Germany knew that Romano had practically become a security blanket for the northern nation.

"Yeah he needs someone there. I have had to watch make sure he doesn't completely lose it." Romano said, "And well Poland isn't exactly the best babysitter for Alfred. He tried to put makeup on the kid. So I had to clean that stuff off. Matthew nearly burst a vein."

"But I thought France and England would have?" Germany was interrupted.

"Yeah they have been trying but the kid is way to traumatized to even register that they are trying to help him. He so scared they are gunna ask him things he can't answer. So it's just a mess." Romano finished his rant.

Germany looked down embarrassed. "I thought Italy would have told me if it got that bad."

Romano huffed. "Feliciano doesn't tell you everything Idiota."

Germany sighed, "That's why I am here. I uh..is he okay. I asked him and he said he was but I don't know. Is something wrong?"

Romano crossed his arms. "Use your big Potato brain and figure it out."

"But."

"But nothing it's not my job to tell you anything about my brother. I don't even know why he likes you so much." He threw his hands in the air. "Just get out of here. Your time is better spent actually with him then coming to me with stupid questions."

Germany quickly left the room with the yelling Romano.

Well. Germany supposed He would have to figure out Italy's behavior on his own.

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That night when Italy got back from his government duties he immediately went to Romano's room. His brother was actually sleeping this time and not taking care of a crying Matthew but quickly woke When Feliciano entered.

"Feli you're back." Romano yawned.

"Ve"

Romano studied his brother who was hugging his sides and a fearful expression.

"What happened?" He prodded. He had a idea of what was going on but Feliciano definitely needed to talk about it.

"Germany is gunna find out. He didn't believe me this time I know it and..and I don't know what to do. Everyone needs my help and I don't know what to do."

Romano jumped out of bed and caught his brother before he fell into a crying mess.

"Shh Feli it going to be okay." He whispered.

"No it's not it's not...I don't wanna die. Roma I...can't just die not after all the things I been through." Feliciano hugged his brother tightly. "Germany is gunna find out. There is so many things I haven't told him. Romano just so many. I don't like lying why did I?"

"Because you love him." Romano sighed. "That Potato eater and you have been together for centuries you love him so course you try and protect him. Hell you even tried protecting me from this Feli of course good thing I am not a idiota."

Feliciano sniffed. "No you definitely aren't a idiota." He buried his head into Romano's Pjs. "Everything hurts so bad."

Romano held the back of his brother's head softly. "You are sleeping with me tonight."

"Ve".

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Alfred knew the whiteness wasn't letting him back into the arms of comfort. Rome had fallen silent not asking him any questions. So questions formed on his own mind making him remember things.

His knew he had a brother "Matthew" and parents, "Arthur And Francis".

He loved them. But there was something missing. Something important was missing. What was it. He glanced at Rome maybe his would know.