"Ve~ Germany! I'm here. Look I brought the right papers." Italy quickly hugged the large blonde as he arrived at his house. "Good grief, how did you manage to mistake the papers?" Germany said taking the envelope.

"I'm just forgetful and clumsy I guess," he said sitting beside him. "Why is that? I'll have to look it up later," Germany said. "Germany, hey Germany. Can I have a kiss?" Italy asked. Germany flushed red as he looked at his Italian boyfriend. "You know, you don't have to ask," he said giving him a peck on the cheek. "But I like your reaction when I do."

By dinner time Italy had made pasta and the two sat eating while Italy continued to talk. Prussia walked into the kitchen and saw the duo. "Ita-chan is here? Why didn't you tell me?" He said running to hug the Italian. Italy smiled and hugged back before standing and serving him a plate of pasta. "Bruder, where were you today?" Germany asked as Prussia slurped his noodles. "With France. Hey you sure eat alot of Pasta " he said to Italy who was now getting a second plate. "Si, I love it." He said cheerfully.

Prussia smirked. "You know, I read online that if you crave pasta it's because you're horny." Italy looked at him in almost a scowl before returning to a smile. "That would explain a lot," he said. Germany flushed a bright red and choked on his pasta as Prussia laughed loudly.

...

That night the couple sat on the couch looking through Germany's laptop as he looked through the reasons why Italy may be so forgetful. "Depression can often cause forgetfulness and anxiety," he read. "There is no way that is the reason," he said as he closed the page.

Italy stared at the empty home page before Germany closed the laptop. "About earlier," he said coughing, pulling Italy out of his thoughts. "I would like too, as well." Italy said knowing what Germany meant, long before he even said it. The two went into the room ready for a sweat filled night. For one, a night of love. For the other, a night of emotional release.

...

Italy could hear the soft breathing from Germany behind him as he layed awake. His mind could only wander to the article.

Was he really depressed? It would explain so much. Perhaps he was too depressed to even think correctly. That would explain his random episodes, or his sudden infatuation for his brother, or why he's laying there naked now. But why was he depressed? How long back did it start? Perhaps during all the wars, watching his people die-no killed brutally must have had it's toll on him.

Perhaps it went further back when he learned his love was killed or when his grandfather disappeared. He could easily think of a million reasons to be depressed, but the idea still surprised him. What was he to do? He's lived this way for as long as he could remember. Who could he trust to help him in his time of need?

Noone would do the job better than death himself, but he couldn't do that to his brother. No, it would be a big toll on him and other countries would take advantage of his sudden weak state. The two made one, the two made Italy whole, and one half does not make one whole.

But he wasn't okay. Maybe him existing was the actual toll in his brother's life. He wasn't right in the head and as a part of each other, maybe it was affecting Romano. Maybe the reason Romano is so cold and distant is because his depression is affecting him. Maybe he would be better without him. One half is not whole, but if you throw the other half, then it ceases to exist. With no existing other half, then the remaining piece is the only one, making it whole and one whole is stronger than than two halves that repel each other.

Italy sat up, ignoring the pain that shot through his body. He put on his clothes and made his way to the window. He opened it and felt the wind burst in as he shivered from the sudden attack. He looked outside and could see the ground two stories down. He sighed before looking up, the roof was so close to the window.

He looked about inspecting the walls before carefully climbing out. He held onto the ledge as he turned and pulled himself up and onto the roof. He stood there enjoying the cool wind that greeted him excitedly. He looked down and could see the distance was enough to severely injure a human, kill a small child but couldn't possibly affect the nation permanently.

He held his arms out and walked on the ledge of the roof feeling the pebbles and loose brick chips slide off as he stepped over them. He walked on the invisible tight rope as he walked along almost hoping he would fall into death's arms so he may envelope him into his own world.

"That's dangerous." Italy turned to see Prussia watching him from below. Even from the distance, Italy noticed he lacked his usual smirk and cocky attitude as he spoke quietly and seriously. One of the dogs barked and he watched Prussia go inside to hush the dog before coming back out. "I won't tell west if you come down right now and come inside."

Italy raised an eyebrow before nodding and slowly trying to climb down. He managed to get down half way before Prussia had to help him down completely. The two went inside where it was warm and smelled sweet. "Want coffee?" He asked as he pulled out some mugs. "Si, please." He watched Prussia lazily pour the coffee and place the cups onto the counter in front of him before going back to the oven. He pulled out a tray of freshly baked cookies and quickly moved them to a plate before sitting in front of Italy.

The two sat quietly as they indulged on the sweets and coffee. "Are you going to tell anyone?" Italy asked. "No. I'm curious as to why you were up there alone so late, but it's not my business." Italy looked surprised as Prussia kept a calm attitude. "We all have our secrets but please don't do that again though. It scared me, I thought you were going to fall," Prussia said giving a worried look. "I'm sorry." "I like you, Italy. You're the only one who can make my brother so happy. He would be crushed if you got hurt."

Italy felt a pinch of guilt as he heard that. What he felt for the German, was it love? Infatuation maybe? Perhaps it was just a comfort thing, for him to know he was wanted and needed in some way. Maybe just a stress reliever, he didn't know but he was hoping it was love though he was sure comfort was more accurate.

"How did you know I was out there?" Italy asked. "I could hear you climbing the wall. Also the rocks fell right by my window so I had to see. I'm surprised west didn't wake up. Guess he just had a tiring night," Prussia said sending a small smirk to Italy. He shifted awkwardly under his gaze. "I'm sorry for waking you." "I wasn't sleeping. Anyways you should go back to bed. I'll see you tomorrow." Prussia stood and with his coffee in hand and left to his room.

Italy only sighed before making his way to Germany's room. He slowly stripped and could see the purple mark on his hip bones and neck as he glanced at the large mirror. He sighed before slowly climbing under the covers. Not long after he felt Germany wrap his arms around him before he himself drifted to sleep.