Okay, sorry for the delay! I had so much school work to do, and I finally had a chance to update this. I'm so happy, I love writing this story and it gives me a giggle every time I read this. I hope it does the same to you! but I haft to admit I'm not so proud about the begining of this chapter, but hey, it is here!

Thank-you for all the reviews! I wasn't expecting for anyone to actually review this or even follow.

I'm so happy, thank-you all.

First stage of the plan was to burn any evidence of Germany's laptop's existence, which Romano did happily. The next step of Italy's plan involved dinner.

Now, Italy took a long time for this stage of the game. The brunette made sure everything was up to his standard, but still making sure Germany sensed the tension in the air. Italy pulled up a chair and waited at the table for Germany to come home. Italy was just shaking with anticipation to see how his plan will turn out.

It was about late at night when the German came through the door. Germany looked like a mess, it seemed like he had a very rough day.

It seems even the universe has caught up to my plan. Italy gave a small laugh.

"Italy what's the occasion? Why are you still up?" Germany ran a hand through his hair. Already picking up the tension in the air, Germany carefully made his way towards Italy.

"Oh nothing, I just thought I should make dinner tonight" Italy smirked.

"Come sit down" Italy pulled out a chair right across from where he was sitting.

Germany slowly sat down on the chair Italy set out for him. It felt as if Germany had entered a mine field, and with any wrong move the whole place will explode.

"Okay?" Germany looked at Italy.

Something was very off about his friend today. His usual bright smile was replaced by a cold almost calculating smirk. Italy shifted in his seat as to sense what Germany was thinking. Now this behavior was way off for the Italy Germany knows.

"Let's eat!" Italy lifted his fork and dug into his pasta.

There was an awkward silence all through the time the two ate together. Italy did not bother to say anything to reassure the German and Germany was too cautious to say anything.

The silence continued for about an hour until Germany dropped his fork. Germany's face had turned paler then usually and he became really hot for some reason. The tall German man loosened his tie to let some of the heat release from his body, but to no avail.

"Are you feeling alright, Germany?" Italy's features softened a tad, but the coldness never faded.

"I'm fine…just…" Germany's vision became a blur.

"Maybe you need an aspirin. There is a bottle in the upstairs bathroom." Italy pointed towards the stairs.

"Yeah…" Germany tried to stand from his chair, but stumbled a bit in the process.

The more Germany walked it seemed as if the world was spinning. The tall German made it to the bathroom and opened the door. In the cabinet, on top of the sink, and even under the bathtub, Germany looked through every inch of the bathroom, but he could not find the damn bottle.

"Italy…where's…the bottle of aspirin?!" Germany yelled out, well as hard as it was possible in his present condition.

"Hmm? Must be there" Italy twirled around his fork.

"It is not there, I have already…checked everywhere…" Germany leaned his weight on the one of the walls.

"Well, I guess there is no more aspirin. You might want to pick some more up" Italy, not making the slightest effort to move from his seat, smiled at Germany. In one swift motion Italy tossed the keys to Germany's car to Germany.

"There you go!" Italy returned to eating his pasta

Germany caught the keys and stared at them for a bit. No way was Italy serious, was he? After fifteen minutes of dead silence between the two nations, Germany decided Italy was as serious as Spain is with his tomatoes.

The car ride all the way to the pharmacy was a horrible experience: for one, the house was at least fifteen miles away from any town and secondly, every pharmacy for miles had decided to close down for the night. Germany decides he had just about enough with this twisted game and pulled over to the side of the road. The tall German ran a hand through his gelled up hair.

What the hell is wrong with today!? First I deal with the bunch of idiots at work, then I had to babysit my brother and his friends that for some reason decided to call themselves "the bad touch trio", and now I'm on this worthless expedition for medicine!

Germany leaned back on his car seat and let out a long sigh.

…and worst of all there is something off about Italy today…

Germany thought back till an hour or two ago when he came back from his long day. After the whole fiasco, Germany had been hoping, even though he wouldn't admit it, that Italy would be at his house waiting for him with the same warm smile on his face like always. Even though it annoyed Germany to no end that Italy would always break into his house, Germany truly enjoyed having someone waiting for him eagerly when he came back home, especially if it was Italy.

No usual 've', no warm smile, not even the assault hug at the door…what is with this erratic change of behavior?

Germany thought for a while and if one was there he could have seen the gears turn in Germany's head.

You don't think he...no he couldn't have found out…could he have? He did!

Germany suddenly shot out of his chair, he thought back to the conversation he had with Romano a couple of days ago at a world meeting.

The two Italian twins walked out of the meeting room, but were stopped by a rather tall German.

"Ve~ Germany, how are you?" Italy lunged towards the German.

"I am good, but how many times do I haft to tell you not to throw yourself at me?"

"Well, with today…that would be a hundred fifty three! Ve-"

"DON'T FUCKING TALK LIKE I'M NOT HERE!" Romano intruded in.

"Ah, yes I had almost forgot…Italy would you mind if I talk to your brother for a bit in private?" Germany ran a hand through his blond hair.

"With fratello? Sure!" Italy left the two and walked towards the courtyard.

Almost instantly when Italy left his side, Romano froze up. Romano would never admit it to anyone, but when both his brother and he where together he felt a lot safer; there certainly is safety in numbers.

"W-What do you want potato bastard?" Romano, trying not seem intimidated, puffed out his chest.

"Calm down, I have no intention of harming you. I just require your assistance" Germany tried to soften his appearance to reassure the fiery Italian.

"S-Sure just like you did to that bearded bastard, France and his M-Maginot Line" Romano huffed out.

"That was years ago, would it make you feel better if we talked outside the meeting room?" Germany offered.

Romano nodded.

The two men walked out of the room and walked to a more quite part of the hallway.

"Okay potato, state your business." Romano got to the point.

Germany hesitated a bit before speaking. "Well, I wanted to speak about your brother" Germany lowered his voice as he finished.

"I am not responsible for anything he did. I am south and he is north. Whatever he broke, have him fix it or pay for it. If you have any other question, please stick it in the compliant box located in fuck you land. Thank-you very much and have an unpleasant day" Romano said almost as if it was second nature, and was about to walk away, but he was stopped by Germany.

"No that is not it, I need help…I…I like your brother, but I am not good at this kind of things" Germany looked away to hide the blush on his face.

Romano burst out in a fit of laughter. After a few minutes of laughing, Romano stopped and looked up at Germany who was completely serious.

"Are you serious? Out of all the people you could have asked, you asked the one person that hates you the most." Romano crossed his arms around his chest. Germany looked like he was deciding if he should just invade the living hell out of Romano or just walk away. Germany decided the best thing was to walk away, instead of risking having Feliciano hate him.

"…but you're in luck" Romano put a hand on Germany's shoulder.

"Feliciano likes all that romantic crap like walking at night in a park, Rosses, a picnic, anything that involves good pasta, but I suggest you talk to that tomato bastard. Something about being the country of passion…and all that shit. I know my brother, but as much as it pains me, Spain is the best at this" Romano puffed out his chest and blew a huff of air out of discontent.

"See, I'm not that heartless" Romano softened his stance and even let a small smile grace his features.

Out of nowhere, Germany lifted the small Italian and embraced him.

"Thank-you" Germany had been truly relieved.

"Yeah, yeah, put me down before I change my mind" Romano softly hit the top of Germany's head.

Germany put Romano back on the ground.

"Now get out of here, I'm supposed to hate you remember?" Romano lazily waved towards another direction.

Germany left on his way, but he could have sworn he heard Romano say something else.

"Make my brother happy, even if I couldn't"

Germany ran a hand through his damp hair.

How could I be so careless? Italy must have walked by when I hugged Romano. He must have thought I was assaulting his brother, and now Italy hates me.

A surge of pain ran through Germany's body. Whatever Germany had, certainly was not going to leave Germany alone.

Ugh…my stomach.

Germany clutched his side; despite the pain coursing through his body, Germany still was more worried about Italy then his present condition.

This is Italy; maybe he thought I was dating his brother! Romano and I!? Now that's a hazardous relationship. Not to mention the trouble it would be fending off Spain.

Germany started the engine of his car, and then it finally struck him: the erratic change of behavior, he feeling like he was dying, the sinister air around Italy.

Italy is plotting against me because he thinks I am dating his brother!

hahahaha! I love this. I tried adding some humor becuase that's what I do! okay, Now I might have Spain help out our little doitsu here or Just have the bad touch trio join in while I'm at it. I don't know I'm kind of stuck here.

Anyway hope you like it! Rawr~