Hello everyone! I am so Sorry! I was locked out of my account and then life became super busy. Anyhow, I am back and I will continue this story. I feel horrible for leaving it in a cliffhanger like that but now that I have a bit of time I will keep the story going. Please let me know what you think! Let's continue where we left off…

*Italy POV*

At that moment I felt a pang of anger, sadness and betrayal swarm over my mind. Germany hid a secret from me. With my vision clouded with tears I ran to the bathroom that was in my hospital room and locked myself inside. Germany chased me yelling words I was too deaf to hear. Deaf from the pain of the news he gave me. Inside the bathroom was a toilet and a small sink on one side. The other side of the bathroom had a small white wooden bench and a full shower. I felt dirty. I felt used and betrayed. How could he hide such a big secret from me? I cried and turned on the shower head, letting the warm water drench me as more sobs and tears escaped from me.

I could hear Germany pounding on the door begging to let him in. I could hear the regret and sadness in his pleas, but I was too egocentric and let my tears fall under the running showerhead. I stayed there until I no longer heard any knocking. How long had it been? Five minutes? Five hours? Five days? Five years? It felt like five eternities waiting to be left alone. I took off my drenched clothes and wrapped myself in a towel. I slowly walked out of the bathroom and noticed I stood alone in my hospital room.

spanI noticed a single white sheet and a red rose on my hospital bed. Curiosity overtook my mind and I decided to go grab them off my bed. Ever since I was a little bambina I loved roses and their beautiful scent. Taking the red rose, I smelled it and it brought me back to the first time I had set my eyes on Ludwig. My mind faded to that day...It was a day like any other. La mia Fratella had sent me to the Sunday Street Market to buy some items for the pasta she was going to cook for us and I willingly agreed to go because I loved to escape the little house we lived in a walk around the street market. I especially loved to go visit the little old man who sold flowers because I loved getting the chance to be close to them and smell their lovely scent. I especially loved how a fresh cut rose smelled.

Walking along to the market I waved to the many street merchants that remembered me. I purchased the items la mia Fratella asked for and was going to start on my way back home when I thought that our home could use a beautiful arrangement of flowers. I ran back to where I had first seen the little old man selling them and noticed he was completely sold out. I asked the little old man if he had any leftover bouquets and he sadly told me he had just sold his last one. I thanked him anyway for the information and sadly started walking away when out of the blue I feel a finger tapping my shoulder. I look over my shoulder and am surprised to see a tall blonde man with green pants and a green coat holding a beautiful arrangement of roses. From just a quick scan I could tell that the man was not Italian and that he in fact was German. He had the most captivating eye color, Blue. A calming blue in his eyes that made me instantly forget my problems.

"Excuse me..." the German man started. "Do you need these roses? Jou can have Zhem. They would look more beautiful with zhu" the German man said looking at me and smiling. " Are you sure? "I replied. He was very attractive I thought. "Ja." He replied. I offered to pay him but he only asked for my number and from that day on we both never stopped talking. *End of Flashback*

I looked down at the rose in my hand and then suddenly remembered the white paper that was under it. I took it and noticed it was folded in half. I opened it and saw very familiar handwriting… it was Germany's. I started reading the letter out loud. "Mein Liebling, I love zhu very much. I am so sorry for blurting out zhis horrible news a such a bad time. I did not vant to tell zhu like zhat but it slipped out. I know it's something very horrible to think about but know if I have to go I am fighting to protect zhu und our Bella Rosa Angioletta. I will be back and I promise zhat I'll make it up to zhu. Ich Liebe Dich Italien. Love, Ludwig."

I broke down crying on my bed after reading mio amore's letter. He wanted to go if he was needed and fight to protect Our bambina. I laid down and cried myself to sleep, never letting the single rose out of my grasp. /span/p