Ah! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! It's been a while since I updated this story so a huge apology to those who have been waiting! Here's the chapter and again I apologize! I love you guys so please enjoy this story!

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Feliciano hummed as he stirred the pasta. "Hey, you're still here," Prussia said as he walked into the kitchen. "Si, is that bad?" Italy asked confused. "No, I'm just surprised Romano hasn't called threatening us yet," Prussia said as he took out the juice and poured himself a glass. "Uhm.. how long have I been here?" Italy asked curiously. "Uh, about two week?" Prussia said shrugging. "What? Oh my gosh, Romano is going to kill me!" Italy said turning off the stove. "Woah! Don't worry just stay one more night, he won't care," Prussia said stopping Italy. "It'll be the same if it's tonight or tomorrow right? It's getting late, just stay one more night," Prussia said and Italy slowly nodded.

He went back to making pasta before Germany came in to eat. "Ve~ I'm going back tomorrow morning," he said as they say eating. "Of course. Romano called I assume?" He asked. "No, he must be with brother Spain so I want to be back before him," he said gaining a nod. "Ah, I should visit Spain soon," Prussia said with a sigh. "Nein, you two and France always get drunk and then Romano or Myself have to get you three after you do something stupid," Germany scolded. "Then I'll visit Romano," Prussia said teasingly. "Nein, you know how Romano is," Germany said. "What does that mean?" Italy asked seriously.

The brothers looked at him surprised. "What, do you have a problem with my fratello?" He asked slightly annoyed. "Uhh.. no?" Prussia answered uncomfortable with his change in personality. "I just meant I didn't want Prussia to annoy him. He always calls me and it's a pain having to pick him up so I'd rather him not bother him," Germany replied uncomfortably. Italy nodded before smiling again. "So, since it's my last night, I thought we could maybe bake something together," he said smiling. "Uhm, I have to go update my blog. Sorry, maybe next time, Feli." Italy nodded to Prussia who awkwardly drank his beer. "Germany?" "I'd love too," he replied scowling at Prussia.

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Prussia was gone in his room and both Italy and Germany were mixing ingredients into a bowl. "I love baking, it's relaxing." Germany smiled softly as Italy had a bit of frosting on his cheek. "You know, baking sweets always reminds me of someone I knew long ago," he said softly. He was smiling but his expression looked sad and distant. "Who?" Germany asked curiously. "Holy Roman Empire. He was my first love and when he went to war, I waited for him. Everyday I baked sweets, waiting for him to come back but he never did," Italy said with a sad smile.

"There you go again," Germany said making Italy look up. "Ve?" "Everything is always about him isn't it?" Italy looked at Germany shocked. "What? No!" "Then why are you still so obsessed with him? I'm here now, isn't that enough?" He asked giving a sad expression. "Germany it's not like that. I was just lost in thought," Italy said frowning. Germany sighed and nodded. "No, you're right. I'm sorry, I lost my temper," he said softly before hugging the Italian. "Let's just make the cake," he said and took the whisk. Italy nodded and watched as Germany continued with a frown.

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"G-Germany." Italy panted and gripped at his arms as the heat suffocated him. He stared into the blue eyes before something else came to mind. He reached over and ruffle his hair, making it fall foward. His eyes widened and began to tear up before a sudden sensation hit. "Oh- Holy Rome!" Everything froze and Italy began to curse himself. "What?"

Italy bit him lip guiltily as Germany stared at him wide eyed. "Italy, what did you just say?" Germany said, grabbing his wrist and pinning him down on the bed roughly. "Germany, you're hurting me," Italy whined before feeling water droplets hit him on the cheek. "Germany?" He looked up and felt his eyes widened as Germany was red faced with tears spilling. "Just now, you called my Holy Rome," he said softly. "Is that all you think about during this?" He asked roughly. "When we do this kind of stuff, is he all you see? Is it?" He asked gripping Italy's wrist tighter. "Ow! N-no. Let go of me," Italy said trying to pull his arm away.

Germany pulled him up still gripping his wrist tightly as Italy was now tearing up from the pain. "What, am I not good enough that you have to think about your past lover?" He asked harshly. "It's not that!" Italy yelled. "Then what is it? Answer me, Italy!" He yelled shaking him. He stopped and his face softened when he saw Italy crying too. "Please let me go. It hurts," he whimpered and Germany quickly let him go. He fell back onto the bad and quickly scooted back as he cried and rubbed at the red marks forming on his wrist.

"Italy, I'm sorry," Germany said reaching for him but pulled back as he visibly flinched. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you I just. I got so angry," he said wiping his tears. "You're only with me because I look like him, right?" Germany asked gaining only sniffles as a response. "I'm sorry, I can't do this right now. I'll still be with you if you want but I want you to be with me for me and me only. Not Holy Rome." Germany changed and walked out of the room, leaving Italy alone crying.

Italy held his wrist and continued to cry. The worst part was, he didn't know if he felt guilty or not. He had a right to his own emotions, it wasn't right to feel bad over them. But what did he feel? Was he crying because of guilt? Maybe because he was scared and in pain, or was because he truly had a thing for Germany? He didn't know and the frustration kept his tears flowing.

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"I'm going now. Bye," Italy said as he walked away from the airport. "What happened between you two?" Prussia asked only to be ignored by Germany. Italy got onto his plane and made it back to Italy. He found his brother asleep on the couch and sighed. He was going to be in big trouble, he only hoped he wouldn't make it obvious he was upset. He decided he loved Germany and he wanted to stay with him and though he said it and Germany forgave his apology, the atmosphere was still tense and awkward.

He turned off the television and pulled a blanket over Romano before going to the kitchen. He would make pasta to lighten the mood. He would fix things with Germany soon but for today, he would work things out with Lovino.