Two chapters in one night? wow me..you're awesome! (somewhere Prussia's awesome senses are tingling.) Anywho...because I owe it to you imaginary readers, I wrote another one! not that great...i'm sleepy...but don't want to sleep...SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK! MWAHAHAHAHA! ...yea...really sleepy. but here is the chapter!

And MissLittleDarkling...you can puke up some rainbows and puppies, or rainbow-puppies, or puppie rainbows, or puppies puking rainbows or what ever all you want. It makes me happy to have people having the "rainbow-barfing-puppies" feelings when reading my story...makes meh rlly happy ( i get "r.b.p." all the time when i read FF's...) :D

Enjoy! Chapter 3!

Thirty minutes later, Germany was fast asleep in Italy's arms, both under the blankets. Italy was stroking Germany's hair like a doting mother does to a crying child. The door opened and in walked the rest of the group again. They all looked at Italy and waited for him to do something. But the one thing was done that was not expected.

"Hello?" asked Italy. "Who's there?" everyone froze. What did he just say? They were all standing right in front of his bed…did the crash cause something weird with his head or something?

"Hellooo?" Italy repeated again. America stood up and walked over to the bed.

"Hello, Italy. How are you feeling?" he said, maturely.

"Oh! Hello, America! I'm feeling much better. Keep it down a bit though, Ludwig's sleeping." America nodded.

"Please, call me Alfred. So….I've got a question…."

"ALFRED! You…don't ask that to an ill person. Let him rest!" hissed England.

"What? What is it? I'll answer anything. I love question games." Replied Italy innocently and excitedly. America beamed.

"Alright, question numero UNO!" Shouted America, causing the wounded Italy to cringe at the loudness and Germany to stir slightly.

"How did you get hurt in the first place?"…Italy froze…tilted his head, and opened and closed his mouth several times, like a fish gasping on dry land.

"You know..I don't really remember. I remember that I woke up, and walked to the kitchen. I was looking for some plates…for breakfast…yea that sounds right…and then the hutch just fell on me I guess. I don't remember anything afterwards…I just …blacked out I guess. Ve, I do remember it hurt really bad though." The nations nodded in understanding, and they said their sympathies.

"Alrighty then…question DOS! We're all kinda wondering this..have been or a looong time now." Italy gave them an alright, spit it out, type of look. "Why do you always have your eyes closed?" Italy, eyes still closed, "stared" at them. [a/n okay…not like stare with open eyes (duh) but like…face in the direction of the speaker type stare…]

"Why? Does no one really know? Germany said he didn't…but I figured he and everyone else knew….I guess you didn't…" everyone looked at him and to eachother in confusion.

"Ayah! Italy, just tell us already, aru!" demanded China, becoming impatient. But as soon as Italy was about to explain, the door opens and a nurse lets Frida inside.

"Aww! Look! A hospital dog." Cooed France. Everyone tried to pet her, but she trotted straight over to the bed, and jumped onto it; becoming comfortable on Italy's feet.

"Ciao, Frida!" again with the confused looks. "Oh! Everyone, this is Frida!"

"Umm…Italy-Kun. Why do you have a dog?" Asked Japan, looking quizzically at Frida, and the harness contraption she wore. Staring confused at the sign written in Italian.

"Oh! That's one of those guide dogs isn't it!" Said Hungary. "But why do you have one of those Italy?" becoming slightly impatient, Italy continued.

"Her name is Frida. She is my seeing eye dog. I have my eyes closed all the time because I am blind, and my eyes freak people out. Because I am blind, I have a seeing eye dog." Said Feliciano slowly and monotone.

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After one week of recovery in the hospital, Italy was allowed to leave and go home.

"Alright, now I absolutely forbid training with Germany. If you do, walk. No running. No push ups, sit ups, pull ups, only do some stretching and take it easy." The doctor rambled on and Italy (pretended) to listen to her; nodding his head enthusiastically.

"Si, Si! Ciao doctor!" Germany wheeled Italy out of the hospital in a wheel chair. His leg was still broken so he had to use a wheel chair for now.

When the two got to the car, Germany lifted Italy out of the chair and into the passenger seat. Ludwig put the wheel chair in the back, and the two began their journey back to Italy's house.

"So…Italy. I'm going to have to leave you tonight, there is a world meeting, so I'll be gone from three till twelve-ish. Will you be okay with out me?"

"No. I wont be."

"I can't stay Italy…I've already missed four meetings."

"I know, I know…that's why you're going to take me with you." Italy could sense that Germany was about to argue, so he tilted his head in Germany's direction, opened his eyes, and did a puppy dog look. Germany may be able to resist his enemy's torturing him for information…but Italy's puppy dog face…was something that was impossible to deny.

"….Fine. But, you have to stay by me the whole time, alright?" Italy nodded happily, and cheered.

The road trip home wasn't too long, they got back to Italy's place of residence within an hour. They had four hours till they had to leave for the meeting. It would be taking place in Rome, so it wouldn't take too long to get there. When Germany parked the car, he walked to the back to get out the wheel chair…it was stuck and would not budge. After a few minutes of fighting it, Germany gave up and walked to Feliciano. He opened the door and picked up the injured man.

"Ve! Germany! I feel like I'm your bride or something when you pick me up like this! Hehe…" chuckled Italy. Germany was glad Italy was blind, because he wouldn't be able to see the huge blush on his face.

"D…don't say such silly things, Feliciano…" but the only reply was another chuckle.

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(At the world meeting)

Germany and Italy arrived slightly late.

"Fashionably late." Said Italy…whereas Germany said "horribly late that it could ruin his whole reputation and hinder the rest of the meeting and cause the end of the world…" okay, maybe not the end of the world..but that was how Italy had interpreted Germany's rambling. Being late to Germany, was like the end of the world, but all Italy could do was snicker.

"We're fine, Ludwig. Calm down." Italy soothed Germany. They walked into the meeting room where all the personified nations resided currently. All heads turned to the two newcomers.

"ITALY! YOU'RE ALIVE!" shouted America.

"Now that you're feeling better, isn't it a good time to become one with Russia…da?"

All the nations greeted Italy and Germany. Showing Germany and Italy to their seats, America began the meeting.

"All right everyone. Listen up. I'm sure we can all agree that this traumatic experience to Italy has opened our eyes to an even bigger problem we have internationally." Some nations looked at him puzzled, and others nodded their heads in agreement.

"We need to make the world healthier…disability friendly, and most of all comfortable for every human on earth!" calls of agreement and here here's ringed around the room.

The meeting went on for several hours, everyone becoming very into the topic (glad it wasn't about global warming or war for a change of pace)

"So…what do you think Italy? Do you think this will help every disabled person like you feel better?" asked America.

"Do I think that?" Italy paused. "No." Italy said it very harshly and bluntly. He didn't understand what they didn't understand.

"What ..do you mean? We're doing this for you dude!" Italy scowled.

"For me? No…you should be doing things for the people. You're people, his, hers, mine! But the thing you don't get is that you're singling us out. Blind people. Diseased people. These are who you can help? No…sure, maybe it'll help them individually, but what we need is for a whole community to be helped and brought together. To always feel somewhat separate from everybody else…to always be reminded you're not normal and you can't do those things because people are afraid of you, or don't want to be with you because of your disease….thats what we need to fix. We need to feel like a normal person. I speak for myself, my people, and all other blind, deaf, mute, disabled, diseased and dying people; we do not want to feel separate. We are part of the community are we not? So let us be part, don't make a separate group for us and segregate us for "our benefit." Why else do you think I didn't tell everyone about my problems? Would you have treated me the same? NO! You never used to treat me so kindly…you just thought I was an annoying, clumsy, pasta eating Italian! A normal person! But now you're doting on me, like I'm some child!" Italy was becoming enraged.

"Italy calm down! We were just trying to help you and …." America said.

"Stop trying to help me! I'm fine! I'm healthy! I'm normal! I'm normal!" Italy began to choke up. His eyes began to water. "I'm fine!" he repeated. Soon, he was sobbing, his face in his hands. "I'm normal…I'm normal!"

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(Back at Italy's house…five ish hours later)

Italy lay curled up on his bed, clad only in underwear and socks. Germany walked over to the sobbing, auburn hair Italian, and crawled into the bed with him. Germany, spooning Italy, gently hugged him and stroked his hair. "I'm normal…I'm normal…."Italy sobbed hoarsely over and over again.

"No…Italy. You are not normal." This statement caused Italy to stop and freeze completely.

"I am! I'm normal!"

"no…you're not. Normal people aren't as kind as you. Aren't as loving, or as curious, or as childlike, or love pasta, or love life, or are as clumsy, or as silly, or as breathtakingly beautiful you are. Alright? You are not normal. You are anything but. You are amazing and make everything seem wonderful. You take people's days and turn them around…you took my life and made me happy…and I have you to thank for everything…so don't call yourself normal..because a normal person wouldn't have done the things you have done…" Germany's speech caught Italy off guard. Slowly turning around to face Germany, Italy reached a hand up to feel Germany's face. Italy scooted closer and closer to Germany; when they were less than an inch apart Italy breathed "Ti amo." And gently kissed Germany.