Italy's point of view, hence the beginning. y'know, I thought I had this site down, but I'm not quite sure anymore...GAH! Deviantart is so much easier to work! by the way, it is there, I think. my username there is ChibiPrincess201 =3

warnings: Italy being completely out of character (I can't stand writing with his...his him-ness kind of personality!), implied sex between both Romano and Spain AND Germany and Italy. Prussia being Prussia (warning: you may die of his awesome-ness) , France even though he doesn't do anything France-ish...yeah.

disclaimer: .......*runs off crying*
Nina (my island OC) : that means she doesn't own Hetalia
Canada: or any of us.
Both: .......even though she wants Romano
Romano: RAWR! *breathes fire angrily*
Nina: 0_o can all Italian's do that? That's fucking awesome!
Nina and Prussia: LIKE (Prussia-nii/me)!
Canada: T_T maple...anyways, on with the story, eh?

CURL FLIP~ right

I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Germany had forced me to run three whole miles, and when I passed out on the second, he wouldn't let me have any dinner. He can be such a meanie!

Germany walked into my room. I looked away, because I knew he was dripping wet and in only a towel. I had heard the shower running earlier. "Italy! Get up!" He shouted in that God damned loud German voice.

I stifled a sneeze. Germany walked closer. "Japan-"

It was going to be an empty threat, but I hated how he continually talked about Japan, Japan, Japan! "If he keeps teaching you stuff or whatever, why don't you go screw him?" I hissed. It was such a Romano-like thing to do, but at the time I didn't care. I was sick and annoyed. And it was hot in here. Too hot.

"I-Italy?" Germany turned me over, and I groaned at the movement. "You look pale…" He commented. My throat hurt. Telling him off made it worse. I said nothing.

Germany brushed my bangs off my forehead, which I was grateful for because they were sticking to my forehead. I was sweating a lot. Germany put a hand on my forehead. I reached up, no longer angry, and put my smaller hand over his.

"Italy, you're burning up," He whispered. I made an agreeing noise. There was a knock on the door. Germany walked away to answer the door.

I got out of bed and followed after Germany. It had been France holding Prussia. Prussia had something on his head. "Hey, Holy Roman Empire!" He greeted. I froze.

"What?" Germany asked.

"Oh, I forgot, you don't know that you are the Holy Roman Empire!" Prussia laughed.

"I…what are you talking about?" I stared at Germany. Oh, God…why didn't I see the resemblance?

"Whose panties are in your wardrobe?" I could feel hot tears dripping down my face. And the heat, ugh! I felt light-headed now.

"I-I don't…Chibitalia…" My legs gave way then, and I hit the ground. Everything was hot, so hot…

"Italy!" Someone picked me up. I knew that someone…

"You told me you'd come see me when the war was over…" I mumbled. I was placed in the bathtub.

"Hang in there, Italy!" I heard Germany shout.

"You told me…" My voice was becoming fainter. My tears were still falling down my face. I could feel cold all on my body.

"Please be okay…please…" was Germany sobbing?

"YOU LIAR!" I screamed, sitting up in the bathtub of ice. Germany stared at me. "I haven't been this angry at someone since America's Great Depression, when he made me even poorer!" I shrieked.

"I-is your fever down?" Germany asked. I grabbed his hand and slapped it to my forehead, trying not to grimace at the sting that followed.

Prussia and France were at the door. Prussia stepped forward. "It isn't his fault, it was mine. He didn't even know he was the former Holy Rome," Prussia explained.

"I don't care!" I retorted. I picked up the phone, glaring at Germany's brother and his friend. They got the hint and left. The phone continued to ring, and finally, Spain answered.

"Hola(1)?"

"I told you not to answer!"

"Shh, Lovi."

"Ah~ don't!"

"Who is this?" My mind went blank.

"Spain, give the phone to Romano," I ordered.

There was the sound of someone handing the phone off, and then Romano's voice. "Y-yes?" He asked. He was breathing heavily.

"I'm going to skip the 'what were you just doing' question and ask if I could come over," I stated.

"Er, um…if you…wait, why? Don't you-stop touching me, Spain, I can't talk!-don't you have that Pota-?"

"No." Germany made a grab for the phone. "Don't touch me," I hissed.

"Italy, I know how you feel about the Po…Germany." My face went red. Germany made another attempt to steal the phone.

"Hang up," He whispered.

"No, Phone-Nazi(2)!" I retorted.

"So just…just be happy, okay?"

"What are you talking about, big brother?" I inquired. Germany wrapped his arms around my waist. "Wha-what are you doing?!" I cried. He grabbed the phone and tossed it on the floor next to my foot.

"Making it up to you," He whispered in my ear, pressing his lips to mine. His hand wandered up to my curl. I completely melted under his touch.

1 : (Spanish) T_T hello, idiota
2 : BWAHAHAHAHA, HE CALLED GERMANY A PHONE NAZI! get it? Germany, Nazi??? ..............................MEANIES! *goes into Fail Corner*

Romano: where the fuck is there implied sex between that Potato and my brother?!
me: w-well, Germany touched his curl....
Romano: pervert.....
me: SO! Did you guys like it???...........
*cricket*...*cricket*...*cricket*
me: SO CRUEL! *returns to Fail Corner*
Romano: hehehe