Title: Love's Aftermath

Pairings: Italy/Germany, Spain/Romano, Spain/Italy, France/Canada, England/America

Italy's pregnant, Germany's gone missing and Romano just won't quit, have these kids STILL not got their act together?

Chapter 2 - Emotions Take Control

Japan sighed deeply, resting his head back against the pillows of his bed for the first time since he'd gotten up that morning, it was such a relief to lie down, the stress of the day piling up around him. Having lost pretty much all of his friends he was finding it hard to enjoy life at the academy, he had Greece of course, but their timetables seemed to clash often and he spent much of his free time alone, and despite being a person who always enjoyed solitude, even he was starting to wish he had someone to share a bedroom with. He was far too shy to ask Greece to share with him, worried he'd get the wrong idea, he wasn't quite ready to take that step.

Just as he was closing his eyes, the dawn of sleep falling upon him, he jumped slightly as the phone beside his bed vibrated violently, rocking the bedside table. Japan reached blindly for it, too tired to check who it was calling him, he answered, holding it up to his ear, "Hello?"

"Hallo Japan?" a gruff, familiar, German voice sounded in his ear.

Japan's eyes shot open and he sat up in bed, "Germany? Is that you?" he asked in shock.

"Ja it's me..." the German sounded a little more than a bit drained, he let out a deep sigh before continuing, "...how are you?"

"I am well, how are you?" Japan couldn't shake the shock that lingered in his voice even as he asked such a simple question, "I heard you're in hiding."

"That's right, is Romano still looking for me?"

Japan thought back to his conversion with Italy that morning, "Hai, last I heard he was."

Germany sighed again, running a hand through his hair, "Great..."

"Germany..." Japan shook his head, still in a daze, "...where are you?"

"I'm in Berlin, is Italy with you?" he asked hopefully, knowing Japan would be in their bedroom.

"No, he's not here."

Germany frowned, his chest swelling with disappointment, "Where is he?"

"He went home, with Spain."

"Ahh..." Germany nodded his understanding, "That'll explain why Spain keeps calling me."

"Did you talk to him?" Japan asked, slowly lowering himself back down onto the bed.

"Nein, I didn't answer."

"I see, well he took Italy home today."

"So...he's back in Italy?" Germany asked slowly.

"Hai, he's waiting for you."

"Japan." Germany sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "...it's not safe for me to go there."

Japan furrowed his brows in confusion, "Romano is not there."

Germany ran a hand through his hair stressfully, "I know, but it's too risky, he probably has spies all over the country."

"That may be, but since when do you fear Romano?"

Germany narrowed his eyes, slightly offended, "I do not fear him."

"Then why are you hiding?" Japan asked pointedly, swapping the phone in his hands, switching to his other ear.

Germany's mouth fell open, "He's trying to kill me!" he blurted out.

"So you do fear him."

"I..." Germany bit his lip, swallowing slightly, "I...fear what he might do."

Japan raised an eyebrow, "Do you think he would actually kill you?"

Germany sighed, "...I think he might."

Japan shook his head in disbelief, "Germany-"

"Japan." Germany interrupted, voice deadly serious, "You didn't see him."

"What happened?"

"When Italy told me he was pregnant, I knew Romano would react badly, so I told him not to tell him."

Japan nodded, "But he did."

"Ja, und well..." Germany sighed, "...he went insane, I was in class at the time und he burst in und started blinding und swearing und throwing over tables..." Germany shook his head, thinking back to that terrifying day last week, and it took a lot to terrify the German, "...next thing I knew a car showed up at the school und some Italian mobsters were after me, I didn't even have the chance to say goodbye Italy, I had to run."

"Where did you go?"

"I found mein way to the main road und hitched a lift, got myself back to Berlin."

Japan heaved a sigh of relief, "You're safe?"

"For now." he said softly, closing his eyes briefly.

Japan bit his lip, thinking back to what Italy had told him today, "What are you going to do? Italy needs you."

Germany sighed deeply, "I know...but chances are I won't even be able to get close to him." he said bitterly.

"I think he wants you to call him." Japan suggested.

"Ja..." Germany bit his lip, "I don't think I can do that."

"Why not?" Japan asked in confusion.

"Romano could be with him, take his phone, trace the call, it's too risky."

Japan raised an eyebrow, "Germany I think you're being a little irrational."

"Japan he's a psychopath."

"Hai, however he is not with Italy, so you could go and see him."

Germany bit his lip, he was silent for a moment, contemplating, "It'll be hard to get into the country..." he sighed, "I'll see what I can do...is he doing okay?"

Japan nodded, closing his eyes, "I think so, Spain in taking care of him."

Germany nodded his approval, "Good, Spain is a much appreciated friend."

"Hai..." Japan said softly, yawning tiredly.

Germany heard the yawn, glancing at the clock he bit his lip, "I'm sorry for calling so late Japan, have a good night."

"Thank you, good luck with Italy." Japan mumbled softly, almost asleep.

"Danke, I'll keep you updated."

"Hai, sayonara Germany."

"Auf Wiedersehen Japan." the German said softly, hanging up the phone.

~0~

"Germany..." Italy mumbled softly as he rolled over in bed, reaching out an arm to pat the empty space beside him the German would usually fill. He frowned, slowly opening his eyes, momentarily confused by Germany's absence before remembering where he was, and what had happened. Italy sighed deeply, closing his eyes again, he had no idea what time it was or even what day but he just didn't care. Yesterday there had been worry and confusion, today it was just depression. Reaching into his pocket he took out his phone and checked it, no missed calls, no texts...Germany wasn't doing a very good job of keeping in contact with him, Italy thought with a sigh. Either the German was avoiding him or Romano had found him, if he was honest, Italy didn't know which one he found worse.

Slowly he pulled himself out of his cosy bed, took of his crumpled jacket and pulled on some slippers before he softly padded downstairs, the dim light from the windows telling him that it was the evening, wait didn't he get into bed last night? It was the next day? 'Why didn't Spain wake me?' Italy pondered as he pushed open the door to the kitchen.

"Hola Italy." Spain smiled cheerily, cracking another egg into the bowl.

"Ciao Spain." Italy said softly, slipping into one of the chairs at the table, "What are you making?"

"Omelette." he grinned, chopping up some peppers and tomatoes, "But I'll make you some pasta if you want."

Italy shook his head, "It's okay, I like omelette." he smiled, going to the fridge, "Can I help?"

"Sure!" Spain beamed at him, "You could peel some potatoes if you like."

"Okay." Italy smiled, reaching into the fridge for the potatoes, ripping open the packet and piling them onto the counter. He took the potato peeler and began shedding the spuds, letting out a soft sigh.

Spain looked at him, "Are you okay amigo?"

Italy nodded, focusing his attention on the potatoes, "Sì...just tired."

"Still? You've been asleep most of the day." Spain said, chuckling slightly, whisking the eggs.

"Why didn't you wake me?" Italy asked, tossing the skin into the bin.

"I couldn't bring myself to do it, you just looked so cute! All curled up fast asleep..." Spain smiled, gently ruffling his hair.

"Ve..." Italy smiled slightly, nuzzling into the touch, "...what were you doing all day?"

"I did some tidying, had some lunch...France called by the way."

Italy looked up curiously, "He did?"

"Sì, to check how you and Germany were doing-" Spain turned away, biting his lip when he realised he'd mentioned the German.

Italy was silent for a long moment, faltering slightly with his potato peeling, "...so France will call and check on me but Germany won't." he grumbled bitterly, "It's not as if he's my boyfriend or anything, not as if I haven't spoken to him in a week, or even know where he is..." he went back to the potatoes, stabbing them violently with the peeler as he spoke.

Spain took a step back, looking at Italy worriedly, "Italy..." he Italian glanced up, biting his lip, eyes watering slightly, Spain looked at him sadly, "Amigo, if you put the peeler down I'll give you a hug." he held out his arms.

Italy sniffed, dropping the potato and peeler onto the counter before letting himself he pulled into Spain's arms, nuzzling into his neck, "Why hasn't he called me?" Italy whispered softly, eyes brimming with tears.

"Italy..." Spain rubbed his back gently, "I'm sure he's misses you, and I'm sure he has a good reason for not calling."

"But...why is he missing? Why'd he run away? He's not scared of Romano...maybe...maybe it was..." Italy sniffed, letting his tears soak into Spain's shirt.

Spain squeezed him gently, "Maybe it was what?"

Italy pulled away slightly, looking up at the Spaniard with sad eyes, "...m-maybe it was just an excuse to leave me."

Spain bit his lip, his own heart bleeding for the Italian in his arms, "Oh Italy!" he pulled the smaller boy close again, practically lifting him off the floor, "Don't say that! I'm sure he's just busy."

"Too busy to call me?" Italy mumbled sadly, resting his hands against Spain's chest.

Spain looked at him sadly, gently dabbing at his eyes, "Possibly, or maybe his phone is broken, or maybe Romano's cut the phone lines, you know what he's like, he's a total bastard."

"Do you still love him?" Italy asked quietly, absentmindedly playing with the buttons on Spain's shirt.

Spain bit his lip, sighing slightly, letting his hands rest on Italy's arms, "I don't know...maybe...but he's been such a jerk, not just to me, to you and Germany..." he gently squeezed his arms, smirking slightly, "I guess neither of our guys are reliable right?"

Italy nodded, leaning into Spain's chest, gently tugging at the Spaniards shirt. He sighed softly, listening to Spain's steady heartbeat, closing his eyes as the gentle drumming in his ear began to quicken in pace as Spain wrapped his arms around Italy's waist. Suddenly the doorbell chimed, and Italy's head shot up so fast he almost head butted Spain, "GERMANY!" he yelled, a big grin on his face as he raced through the kitchen to the front door, knocking over several chairs as he went.

Spain bit his lip, calling after him, "Italy I don't think that's-"

"Germany!" Italy wrenched open the door, smile immediately dropping from his face when he saw who was stood there. It wasn't Germany. It was Romano.

"Where is he?" Romano snarled, voice shaking, hands clenched into fists, one tightly gripping his shot gun.

"Wha...Romano." Italy stared at him, eyes immediately darting to the gun in his hand.

Romano ignored him, he pushed his way past his brother into the living room, eyes flickering around dangerously, "Where is he?" he repeated in a low growl.

Italy slowly moved towards him, "Y-You mean Germany?"

"OF COURSE THAT'S WHO I MEAN!" Romano thundered, spinning around to face him, "WHERE ARE YOU HIDING HIM?"

"H-He's not here..." Italy whimpered softly, backing up against the door.

"DON'T LIE TO ME!" Romano barked, storming over to the stairs, "I'll find him here even I have to turn the whole fucking house upside down!" he raced up the stairs and out of sight. Italy stood, shaking slightly against the door as he listened to the loud thuds and smashes coming from upstairs.

Spain cautiously stepped out into the living room, Italy looked at him, biting his lip, "R-Romano's here..."

"I know..." Spain glanced up at the ceiling which was shaking slightly as Romano moved around upstairs.

"He's really mad..." Italy whispered, biting his nails worriedly.

Spain went to his side, placing a comforting arm around his waist, "It'll be okay, I'll sort him out." he said firmly.

A few moments later Romano stomped back down the stairs and rounded on Italy and Spain, his narrowed eyes focused on the Spaniard, "You! Where is he?"

"He's not here Romano." Spain said adamantly.

"Stop lying to me!" Romano snapped, "Tell me where he is!"

"He's not HERE! I keep telling you!" Spain yelled back, Italy shaking slightly beside him.

Romano stared at him, realising he was serious, "What, but you..." he furrowed his brows in confusion, then it slowly dawned on him, "...you lied to me!" he gaped at him, eyes wide, "You called me and told me he was here! You bastard!"

"You told him Germany was here?" Italy asked in confusion, looking up at Spain.

"It was the only way to get Romano to come here." he told him, Romano's face slowly going red.

"Why the hell did you drag me here you bastard! I'm wasting precious searching time!"

Spain glared at him, "Because I want to talk some sense into you!"

"For God sake I should kill you as well!" Romano snarled, holding up the gun threateningly, his hands shaking slightly. Italy squealed, hiding behind the Spaniard who showed no signs of fear, standing his ground.

"Romano for fuck sake put the gun DOWN AND LISTEN TO ME!" Spain bellowed, narrowed eyes boring into his own. Romano swallowed, slowly lowering the gun, "...thank you...look, you're being stupid, can't you see that you're hurting your brother?" Spain indicated to the shaking Italian stood behind him.

Romano regarded him for a second before his anger resumed, "It's for his own good! That German bastard got him pregnant!"

"So what? It's their relationship! You've got nothing to do with it!"

"I do when it's MY little brother!"

"You are SO stubborn!"

"Why are you even getting involved Spain?" Romano growled, stepping closer to him.

"Why are you?" Spain growled back.

"He's my brother!" he said in exasperation, "You've got nothing to do with ANY of this!"

Spain glared at him, fists shaking at his sides, "Stop being such a jerk! You're always being a jerk! Is it any wonder I dumped you?"

"HEY!" Romano snapped, holding up a hand in defence, "I dumped YOU!"

"No I dumped you because you're a big jerk who doesn't know how to treat their boyfriend on valentines day!"

"Oh don't you DARE bring fucking valentines day into this Spain!" Romano warned, face going red.

"Fine! But I'm not letting you hunt down Germany anymore it's stupid!"

"I'm not resting until he's dead! And he's NOT coming back here! EVER!"

Spain growled irritably, resisting the urge to strangle Romano, "Stop getting involved in your brother's life!"

"Stop getting involved in OUR lives!"

"Stop getting-"

"SHUT UP!" Romano and Spain slowly turned around to look at Italy, anger replaced by confusion at the timid boy's sudden outburst. Italy took a deep breath, hands shaking, "Romano..." he said, voice much quieter and calmer, "...you haven't found Germany yet, have you?"

"No, crafty bastard escaped me, I haven't seen him since I started going after him." Romano grumbled, still glaring at Spain.

"But..." Italy bit his lip, not able to stop the unpleasant thoughts running through his mind, "...then that means..." the Italian whispered softly, swallowing the lump in his throat as he pushed past his brother and ran up the stairs, slamming his bedroom door shut behind him.

Spain bit his lip, looking up at the ceiling with worry, "There." he looked back to Romano, "You've upset him, are you happy now?"

"I won't be happy until that bastard is dead." Romano glared at Spain, going to the front door, "...and you can't stop me." he left, slamming the door shut behind him, leaving an eerie silence in the house behind him.

"Jerk." Spain grumbled bitterly, slowly making his way up the stairs after Italy. He stood outside his bedroom door, knocking softly, "Italy?" no answer, he gently nudge the door open with his foot, grimacing slightly at the state Romano had left the room in. The mattress had been thrown from Italy's bed and was left in a heap in the corner, his dresser, wardrobe, chairs, bookcase and all his clothes were scattered about the room, it looked like a bomb sight. The Italian himself was curled up on the upturned mattress, body shaking as he struggled to control his sobbing.

Spain looked at him sadly, stepping over the knocked over dresser to the Italian, "Italy..." he gently rubbed his back, soothing him until his shaking ceased and he calmed down, "Why don't we fix your bed?" he said softly, gently easing Italy off the mattress. Italy sniffed, sitting down on the floor, wiping his eyes. Spain smiled sadly, heaving the mattress back onto the wooden frame, throwing the covers back over it. "There we go."

"Grazie..." Italy mumbled softly, climbing back into bed, using one of the pillows to wipe his eyes with.

Spain sat down beside him, gently pulling the younger boy close, "Amigo...tell me what's wrong."

Italy sniffed, curling up into Spain's side, "Romano hasn't found Germany..."

"...isn't that a good thing?" Spain asked, gently rubbing his back.

Italy shook his head, more tears cascading down his face, "It...it means he's not been busy...he just hasn't called me."

"Italy..." Spain bit his lip, still trying to reassure him yet not knowing what to say to make everything alright, "I'm sure he has his reasons..."

Italy dabbed at his eyes, burying his head in the crook of Spain's neck, "W-What reasons? It only takes a minute to call...Spain he doesn't want to talk to me!" Italy sobbed quietly, chest heaving up and down.

Spain gently lifted up Italy's legs and pulled him onto his lap, holding him close, "Italy, please don't cry amigo, it'll be okay..." he said softly, gently running his hands up and down the length of his back.

Italy sniffled, clutching at Spain's shirt, curling up against his chest, "Spain I'm pregnant, and Germany doesn't want to see me!" he took a few deep shuddering breaths, looking up at the Spaniard though teary eyes as he lay against him, "...I'm scared Spain, I don't want to be left alone."

"You won't be left alone." Spain held him close, gently cupping his face in one hand, brushing away his tears with his thumb, "I'll stay and look after you."

"...really? Even though you'll miss school?" Italy said softly, leaning into the caress.

Spain nodded, "Sì..." he whispered, still gently tracing his fingers across Italy's soft skin, gazing into his bright amber eyes. Italy loosened his grip on Spain's shirt, sliding his hands up to his shoulders as their faces grew steadily closer. Hesitatingly, they leant towards each other, lips lightly brushing together in a soft kiss. That soft kiss soon grew into a heated one as their lips pressed more firmly together, mouths moving softly against one another, hands starting to pull and tug at each other's clothing. Somewhere in the back of his mind Spain was aware that Italy was only doing this because he was upset about Germany, in the same way that Italy knew Spain was only doing this because he was angry with Romano. At that moment in time however, it didn't matter, the Spaniard drew Italy closer towards him, deepening their kiss, Italy's hands made their way into Spain's hair, clutching at the messy brunette locks as their tongues wrapped themselves around one another. Eventually their lips softly parted, a string of saliva still connecting them, Spain gently wiped it away, blushing slightly, "I should urm...go and finish that omelette..." he murmured softly, yet made no move to get off the bed, still gently caressing Italy's cheek.

Italy reached up, wrapping his arms around Spain's neck, pressing a soft kiss to lips, "Stay with me tonight..." he whispered, slowly lowering his hands to undo Spain's top buttons.

Spain swallowed slightly, heart rate increasing as he gazed into Italy's lust filled eyes, "Okay..." he said softly, pressing their lips back together as the Italian continued to undress him. He knew his emotions were clouding his better judgement, as were Italy's, he could only hope that they wouldn't regret it in the morning.

Oh my God, please don't hate me for that last bit D:

Sayonara - Goodbye
Auf Wiedersehen - Goodbye

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