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 7 - Cause and Effect
'It's funny how the days all seem to be merging together, I don't know if it's Monday or Thursday...I hope it's Monday, I think I have an essay due Thursday...oh well the teacher can licken mein balls, I don't care anymore, everything's so pointless now...I don't know why I'm still here, I might as well be at home if I'm just going to do nothing all day, at least there I won't be yelled at...' Germany heaved a heavy sigh, shifting uncomfortably onto his other side in his hard, stiff bed kicking the covers off himself in annoyance as he was getting far too hot, he was really starting to miss winter.
The days were growing steadily longer and the nights steadily warmer as springtime had well and truly sprung forth at the academy. He wasn't sure of the exact date, but the German was pretty sure it was May. It'd been nearly two months since he left Italy, over a month of mind numbing school to take his mind off the whole situation...not that it worked of course, it was the only thing that plagued the German's mind during his lessons, and breaks and lunches, and especially at night when he lay wide awake thinking about the betrayal.
Germany hadn't really been aware of much the past seven weeks or so, except for constantly being in trouble for not doing assignments, or in some cases, just not showing up to lessons. He just seemed to drift through the school, not really aware of anything going on around him, and even if he did was he certainly didn't have the drive to do any work. Usually when this happened to students they'd eventually be kicked out of the academy, but Mr Danketsu was understanding, he'd been told everything about the situation with Italy and knew that the German couldn't possibly be at his best. The headmaster allowed him to be distant and at times, disruptive in lessons (sometimes having random outbursts of anger and storming out of the classroom, usually in lessons where there were a large number of Spanish students...) he'd offered the German counselling which he'd politely declined, he wanted to deal with it himself...even if he was handling it badly.
Germany rolled back over onto his other side, arm whacking the bedside table, sending his mobile flying across the room. The German cursed quietly, nursing the throbbing hand, cringing slightly in the hope that he hadn't woken Japan and Greece with the noise. They stayed sound asleep in each other's arms, Germany sighed, settling back down to bed, ignoring his discarded device, he didn't care. All his mobile had been used for recently was gathering dust, he'd switched it off the day he arrived, ignoring Italy and Spain's constant calls...and the occasional call from his brother. In some ways he was aware that maybe he was being unfair by ignoring the person carrying his child, but there was always something stopping him from answering.
What also seemed unfair was the way the German had been shunning Japan lately, he really wished he could start behaving more like a friend towards the Asian, like he used to. Japan was really the only friend he had at the academy and bless his heart he'd been patient with the German, keeping calm and not getting offended when his sudden outbursts were aimed at him. Aside from the angry yelling in the German language Germany had barely said two words to him since he arrived back at the academy. Japan hadn't pushed him into telling him anything however, he got all the details from Italy, who called the Asian often to ask how Germany was doing since he refused to answer his own phone.
Just as the German was about to fall asleep after several long, dragging hours of lying awake, a soft, repetitive tapping noise sounded from outside, from no doubt somebody knocking on the window. Curiously, Germany sat up, climbed out of bed and went to draw back the curtains from the window, heart pounding nervously as he was sure he already knew who it was going to be. He bit his lip, grabbed hold of the curtains and drew them quickly to get a look at who had scaled the academy walls to talk to him at this hour. The German stared, his suspicions were wrong, he couldn't believe who was perched casually on the window ledge outside.
"You've got to be kidding me..." Germany groaned softly, shaking his head, almost wanting to just close the curtains again and pretend he wasn't there.
"Hey West!" Prussia grinned, giving his brother a salute from outside, laughing at the look on Germany's face. Germany just shook his head, staring at Prussia through the glass, unamused. Prussia frowned, tapping on the glass again, "You gonna let me in or not?" Germany sighed, fiddling with the latch for a moment before pushing open the window, allowing his big brother to jump inside, "Thanks West!" he sang cheerily, totally regardless of the sleeping teens still in the room.
"SHHH!" Germany shushed him irritably, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck he quietly lead him to the door, covering a hand over his brother's mouth just in case. He cast a worried glance over at Japan and Greece, who thankfully, didn't stir as Germany quietly ushered Prussia out into the dormitory, softly closing the door behind him. Germany turned to scowl at his brother, "What za hell are you doing here?"
Prussia laughed, "What a guy can't come and see his favourite little bruder?" he grinned, casually wandering around the dormitory, running a hand across the top of the leather sofa.
German slowly raised an eyebrow, "You've never done so in the past."
"Stop complaining! The awesome me came to see you, you should be glad!"
"Ja...I'm thrilled." Germany drawled, shaking his head, following his brother around the room, quirking an eyebrow at the way he was dressed, usual dark blue uniform replaced with a tail coat and smart shirt.
"Knew it." Prussia flashed Germany a smile before he stopped and took a proper look around the dormitory, "...wow..." he said softly, shaking his said, "...this place hasn't changed a bit since I was here!"
Germany sighed deeply, resting against the back of the sofa, his brother had never snuck into the school to see him in the past, why now? The German knew he must have some over motive, "...why are you really here Prussia?"
"I told you West." Prussia grinned, throwing an arm around his brother's shoulders, "I wanted to see you!"
"Dressed like that?" Germany asked, quirking an eyebrow, indicating to his brother's formal attire.
Prussia laughed, striking a pose, "Do you think I look awesome?" he asked, running a had through his hair.
Germany rolled his eyes, "Ja...sure." he shook his head again, he could hardly believe his brother was actually here, and he knew it wasn't just to check up on the German, "Prussia I'm not going to ask you again, what are you doing here?"
Prussia sighed, "Okay, honestly?"
"Ja."
"I'm here to see Miss Hungary."
Germany furrowed his brows in confusion, "...why?"
Prussia smirked, "Back when I was here I always had a thing for her."
Germany shook his head, "...und?"
"I heard her husband ran off with one of the students."
Germany thought for a moment, "...Switzerland, ja."
"Well now's my chance!" Prussia grinned, tweaking the cuffs on his tailcoat, "I'm gonna show her just how awesome I am and sweep her off her feet!"
Germany stared at him, "What by sneaking in her bedroom in the middle of the night?" he asked in bewilderment.
"Well...I was gonna knock."
Germany shook his head in disbelief, "...you're unbelievable."
"Aww come on, it's romance!" Prussia laughed, throwing his arm around Germany's shoulders again, "You did that whole climbing up the wall through the window thing with Italy right?"
Germany tensed slightly, "...ja..."
Prussia didn't seem to notice, "Right! So it's fine."
"You're really going to go after one of the teachers?" Germany asked sceptically.
"I'm mad for her West! Can't wait around now that she's single, I've got to go for it!"
"Ja well, good luck." Germany pulled away from his brother, heading back towards his bedroom door, he was far too tired to put up with Prussia's nonsense.
"Wait West!" Prussia lunged forwards and grabbed his brother's arm, "Come on, I came to see you as well!"
"Ja of course-" Germany droned sarcastically, stopping suddenly when he realised something...he'd never told Prussia he left Italy, "...wait a minute...how did you even know I was back here at the academy?"
"I didn't even know until yesterday, Spain told me."
"...you've been talking to Spain?" Germany asked slowly, trying to keep the notes of anger out of his voice.
Again, Prussia didn't notice, "You never picked up when I called, so I thought Spain would know what was going on."
The German gave his brother a cold look, "...he knows what's going on alright."
Prussia pouted slightly, "Why've you been ignoring the awesome me?"
"I...I haven't looked at my phone recently..." Germany muttered lamely, avoiding his brother's gaze.
"Recently? It's been like two months West!"
"Ja..." Germany sighed softly, "I'm sorry."
Prussia slowly shook his head, slightly hurt that his own brother hadn't told him what he clearly deserved to know, "How could you not tell me you left Italy?"
Germany looked at him, "...can you honestly blame me for leaving him?"
Prussia shrugged, "I have no idea, Spain didn't tell me why you'd left."
Germany scoffed, "Of course he didn't."
"He just said something bad happened and you came back here." Prussia looked at his brother, shaking his head, "No offence West but it's not very awesome of you to leave your pregnant boyfriend."
"If you knew what happened you wouldn't be saying that!" Germany snapped, glaring at his brother.
"Okay calm down West!" Prussia held up his hands defensively, "Just tell me what happened..."
Germany sighed deeply, slowly making his way over to the sofa where he fell into the soft cushions, running his hands through his hair, resting them on the back of his head. Prussia quirked an eyebrow, following suit he joined his brother, leaning back against the arm of the sofa as he waited for Germany to speak. The German closed his eyes as he softly said, "...Italy cheated on me."
Prussia stared at him, mouth hanging open, "...what? With who?" he asked, eyes wide with disbelief.
"...with Spain."
"Oh mein gott..." Prussia shook his head, still staring with wide eyes, "Seriously? Spain hit that?" Germany glared at him, clumping Prussia over the head, "Ow! Okay...sorry..."
Germany sighed, folding his arms across his chest, "Whatever, I don't even care anymore."
"If you don't care why are you still here and not with him?"
"Because Italy betrayed me, what's worse is he didn't even tell me...for weeks he acted like he'd done nothing wrong, he made me feel like the bad guy for running away!" Germany sighed, running a hand down his face, "When the whole time he'd been sleeping with Spain..."
Prussia furrowed his brows, "They'd done it a lot?"
"Well...he just told me the once, but how do I know it didn't happen more times? How do I know they're not sleeping together now?"
"I don't think they are West, Spain sounded pretty upset that he hadn't heard from Romano in weeks." Prussia stared blankly into space for a moment or two before he suddenly perked up, "Oh I get it now!"
"...what?"
"Spain was all depressed on the phone about Romano, I understand why now!" he beamed, pleased with himself for figuring it out.
Germany sighed deeply, resting back against the sofa, "...ja...me und Romano both got our hearts broken."
"Man I'm sorry West." Prussia looked at his brother sadly, patting him on the back, "You must be upset."
Germany scowled, "I'm not upset, I'm angry und betrayed."
"...ja, but upset as well right?"
Germany shook his head, "I don't get upset bruder, you know that."
"Come on West everyone gets upset, except me of course." Prussia smirked slightly, earning a dark look from his brother, "But you remember when we were kids? You got upset all the time."
Germany furrowed his brows in an annoyed fashion, "When?"
Prussia stuck his tongue out in thought, "Hmm...how about that time at Oktoberfest when you dropped your wurst on the floor? You got all upset and teary so I had to give you mine."
Germany rolled his eyes dismissively, "Ja well...I was a child then, I don't get upset at this age...about anything." he added.
"Prussia stared at him, "So you haven't been here all this time crying about Italy?"
"Don't be ridiculous."
Prussia shook his head, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd always known his brother wasn't an emotional guy, hell he grew up with him, he knew Germany would freely express his anger at others and at himself, yet never cried about anything. Even though he knew this, he couldn't help but be shocked that even after the love of his life cheated on him, whilst pregnant with his child, the German hadn't so much as shed a tear. It wasn't healthy. Germany was keeping everything bottled up, Prussia knew there was only one thing he could possibly do if he wanted to help his brother, "You need to let it out, West."
"Let what out?"
"Your feelings." Germany scoffed at this, shaking his head, Prussia sighed, "West...I'm gonna do something now, and trust me, it's for your own good."
"What are you talking about?"
Prussia bit his lip, taking a deep breath before he said, "West...Italy cheated on you."
Germany quirked an eyebrow, "...I know he did, you don't have to tell me."
"He betrayed your trust."
"...I know."
Prussia smirked slightly, "...he probably enjoyed it."
Germany's eyes darkened, "Prussia..."
"Spain had his hands all over your boyfriend."
Germany grit his teeth, temper rising, an unfamiliar burning sensation in the corners of his eyes, "Bruder stop this."
"They were naked together, Spain was doing things to Italy that only you should be allowed to do-"
"STOP IT!" Germany bellowed, jumping up off the sofa he ran forward and slammed his fist into the wall repeatedly, eyes watering rapidly, "I will NOT be reduced to tears!" his voice wavered slightly, he slammed his fist one last time into the dent he'd now made in the wall, knuckles cut and bleeding before falling back onto the sofa, resting his head in his hands.
Prussia was silent for a few moments, waiting for his brother's anger to die down. He grabbed the edge of his shirt and tore off a strip of fabric, gently took hold of Germany's hand and wrapped it around his bleeding knuckles, tying it in a secure bow, "...stop with the anger bruder, why won't you just let yourself cry?"
"Because...it's a sign of weakness..." Germany said softly, delicately moving his fingers, cringing slightly in pain.
Prussia shook his head, "It's not a sign of weakness bruder...it just shows that you're a normal person with feelings, feelings that have been hurt."
Germany continued to shake his head in denial, even as tears were starting to leak from his eyes, the German wiped them away furiously, cringing slightly. Prussia moved closer to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, giving him a reassuring smile. Germany gave a shuddering sigh, giving in, allowing the tears to fall freely down his face, he sniffed, leaning into his brother, "I can't believe Italy would cheat on m-me..."
Prussia rubbed Germany's back soothingly, "Let it out West...let it out..."
Germany bit his lip, sobbing quietly, burying his face in his brother's neck, body shaking as all the emotions he'd been keeping locked up since the day he left came rising to the surface, "I-I thought he loved m-me..." Germany choked out, tears pouring from his eyes, clinging to the front of Prussia's shirt just the way he did as a child, tears drenching his brother's shoulder.
"It's alright West..." Prussia said softly, hugging his little brother close as he cried into him, body shaking uncontrollably as he sobbed into his shoulder. Prussia continued to sooth and calm the German, several minutes past before Germany's crying eventually ceased.
Slowly he sat up, pulling away from his brother, gently dabbing at his eyes, "I...I can't believe I just did that..."
Prussia smirked, "Feel better?"
Germany nodded slowly, "Ja...how do you always know what to do?"
"Because I'm awesome." Prussia grinned, "...say it."
Germany sighed, still dabbing at his eyes, "...you're awesome...und you make me cry."
"I didn't make you." Prussia pointed out defensively.
Germany gave a weak smile, "You're the only person I'm comfortable with seeing me this way."
"What about Italy?"
Germany faltered slightly, shrugging, "...it's never come about."
Prussia sighed, leaning back against the sofa, slowly shaking his head, "What are you gonna do about Italy, West?"
"I don't know...I've left him." Germany muttered softly, as if that explained everything.
"He's pregnant."
"Ja...but taking that out of the equation, he cheated on me."
"So? You've never had a bit of fun on the side?"
Germany looked at his brother, one eyebrow raised, "...you've been spending far too much time with France.
Prussia laughed, "As if! Canada's made him all mushy and loved up...just like you."
Germany scowled, blushing slightly, "I'm not mushy und loved up...I'm angry und betrayed."
"So you keep saying." Prussia said with a roll of the eyes, "...can't you just let it go and forgive him? How long can you avoid him?"
"I'm doing well so far."
Prussia chuckled slightly, shaking his head again when suddenly a thought occurred to him, "Hey, did you know he cheated on you when you went on that trip?"
"What trip?"
"You know, that trip to Venice he got you guys for Christmas."
Germany blinked slowly, he'd completely forgotten all about it, "...we haven't been on it."
"Oh, when were you supposed to go?"
"Sometime this month...couple of days I think." Germany sighed deeply, remembering the conversations he and Italy had about all the things they were going to do in Venice together, he was happy back then. Seemed a shame for such a wonderful trip to go to waste, he turned to his brother, "You want the tickets?"
Prussia furrowed his brows in confusion, "What?"
"You could go with Miss Hungary, that'll sweep her off her feet."
Prussia smiled, patting him on the back, "That's an awesome offer there bruder but I'm afraid I'll have to decline."
"Why?"
Prussia rested his hand on his brother's shoulder, giving it a squeeze, "Because you need to take Italy."
Germany glared at him, "Why the hell would I take him?"
"Because you love him, and you know it's the right thing to do." Prussia said softly, patting his back again.
Germany sighed, turning away, "I don't know about that."
"At least give him a call West, you owe him that."
"I don't owe him anything." Germany growled.
"Seems to me like you're always leaving him when he needs you the most." Prussia pointed out, leaning back casually against the arm of the sofa.
Germany bit his lip, he couldn't deny that that was true, "He...he drove me away."
Prussia quirked an eyebrow, "Did he? You didn't have to leave, you could have stayed and worked through it instead of running away." he shrugged, jumping up off the sofa, quickly checking himself out in the reflection of the window before heading over to dormitory door, glancing back over at his brother, "Think about it West."
"Where are you going?" Germany asked softly.
"Hungary's room, I think I still remember where the staff sleep, see you around West." he saluted his little brother as he tugged open the door.
"Prussia."
Prussia stopped, turning back around, "Ja?"
"...danke."
Prussia grinned, "Don't mention it West." he went to leave again.
"Bruder..." Prussia stopped in his tracks, Germany smirked slightly, "'Try not to get caught, this time you won't just be expelled, they'll call the police."
Prussia laughed, "Don't worry about it, the awesome me knows what he's doing!" he grinned, closing the door behind him. There was silence, but only for a moment until Germany heard the sounds of his brother tripping and falling down the spiral staircase, cursing angrily in German when he finally reached the bottom. Germany shook his head fondly, leaning back into the sofa, sighing slightly, his brother's words buzzing around in his mind. 'Would it be so bad if I called him? Just to see how he's doing? I mean...he is carrying mein child...' the German shook his head, he didn't like to think about the prospect of parenthood. Slowly, and very tiredly he managed to drag himself back to bed, only this time, instead of crawling onto his stone-like mattress, he threw back the covers of Italy's unoccupied bed and climbed into it, cradling his injured hand carefully. Sleep fell upon him the second his head hit the pillow.
~0~
Spain carefully spooned a heaping portion of pasta into a bowl for Italy, sighing softly, knowing it would just got to waste. He placed in carefully on the kitchen table before poking his head out into the living room to find the Italian, "Italy..."
Italy remained still and unresponsive, gazing in the direction of the television from where he was curled up on the sofa, hands gently resting on his slight extended stomach. Slowly he turned to look at the Spaniard,"...mm?"
"I made dinner, please try and eat it amigo." he smiled slightly, holding open the door for him. Italy heaved a heavy sigh as he tore himself out of the sofa and trudged after Spain into the kitchen. He slowly sat down at the kitchen table in front of the steaming bowl of his favourite food, staring at it blankly, "Oh Italy..."
"...hmm?"
"The adoption agency called."
"...what?"
"The adoption agency that Romano got in contact with." Spain winced slightly at the name of his ex, "...they called to say they've found a couple who can take the baby from you."
Italy nodded slowly, sighing deeply, "Sì..."
Spain smiled sadly, pushing a fork and spoon towards him, smile faltering as Italy made no move to grab them. The Italian just stared, occasional sighing, hands in his lap, just watching his pasta slowly getting cold. Spain bit his lip, "Italy please..." the Italian looked up, "Please eat, just a few mouthfuls please."
"I'm not hungry..." Italy mumbled softly, pushing the bowl away from him.
"Italy, just one bite okay? Just...just please try." Spain begged, holding up the fork to him.
Italy sighed, taking the fork, he stabbed it half-heartedly into the dish, twirling the spaghetti around and around, yet making no attempt to actually eat it. He sighed, dropping the cutlery on the table, "...I can't."
"Italy please, you can't keep doing this..." Spain rested his head in hands, shaking his head in despair, "I cook you your favourite meal, make it exactly the way you love it and you still won't eat!" he bit his lip, looking up at the Italian, "Italy, you haven't eaten for days, you're worrying me to death!"
"I'm fine..." Italy said softly, chewing his thumb nail absentmindedly.
"Italy you're clearly not! You're starving yourself! Please, you have to eat something, you're eating for two now, you need to be eating more." Spain came around to the other side of the table, gently hugging Italy from behind, "I know it's been hard for you Italy, but you can't take it out on yourself this way."
"The baby's showing..." Italy whispered, hands gently resting on his rounded belly, "...and Germany's still not come back."
"That doesn't mean you have to stop eating Italy, please...you're going to make yourself ill." Spain rubbed his back gently, reaching for the fork again, "Just try Italy..."
Italy shook his head, pushed the Spaniard away and slowly got up, "I can't." he went back into the living room, curling back up in front of the television, ignoring Spain's protests.
Spain bit his lip, clutching at his hair stressfully, 'God...I don't know what to do, I don't know how to take care of him! I can't take care of him! Nothing I do is working...I don't care if he tries to kill me again, I just wish Germany would come back..." Spain was broke out of his train of thought as the door bell suddenly chimed, for the first time in over a month, he grinned, racing towards the door, full of hope. He yanked it open, blinking in surprise at who were stood outside.
"Bonjour mon ami!" France smiled, holding out his arms, pulling the Spaniard into a hug, "How are you doing?"
"Oh wow hola, I'm okay..." the Spaniard stared at the Frenchman and his partner, brows furrowed in confusion, "France, what are you two doing here?"
France smirked, wrapping an arm around the Canadian stood beside him, carefully carrying Quebec, "We came to see how Italy is doing with ze pregnancy, may we come in?"
"Sì, come in." Spain stood aside to let them into the house, once inside, the couple immediately made their way into the living room where the Italian barely even looked up.
"Bonjour Italy." France smiled, gently ruffling the Italian's hair. Italy gave a feeble wave, eyes still glued to the television screen, "How 'aver you been?" Italy shrugged, not responding. France raised an eyebrow, leaning over to Spain, muttering in his ear, "We need to talk oui?" the Spaniard nodded slowly, biting his lip, "Canada sweetie?"
"Yes?"
"Could you stay 'ere with Italy while me and Spain 'ave a chat in ze kitchen?"
"Sure sweetheart." Canada smiled, taking a seat beside the Italian, carefully resting Quebec against his lap, "Hi Italy!" The Italian gave another slight wave, chewing on his thumb again as France and Spain disappeared into the kitchen, leaving him and Canada alone in the living room. Canada smiled awkwardly, trying to think of something to say, having never had much interaction with the Italian before, he was feeling slightly shy. However France had told him the news about Germany, and he knew Italy would need reassurance at this difficult time, "So...urm...how far along are you?"
Italy shrugged, "...about three months."
"Oh wow, a third of the way there!" Canada laughed slightly, looking away awkwardly as the Italian remained silent, still staring at the screen, "...has everything been going okay? I mean...you've been alright handling it all haven't you?"
Italy shrugged again, "...I'm all alone." he said softly, chewing relentlessly at his thumb nail.
Canada looked at him sadly, "You've got Spain to take care of you."
"Germany should be the one taking care of me..." Italy whispered, tears silently making their way down his face.
Canada bit his lip, going to hug the Italian when the sudden shift in his position caused Quebec to wake from her nap, whimpering softly at the sudden disturbance, "Aww no shhh...shhh sweetheart..." Canada carefully lifted her up, cradling her gently against his chest, "...it's okay..."
Italy's attention had finally been caught, he watched Canada cuddling his daughter curiously, his own hands cradling his stomach protectively, "...what's it like having a baby?" Italy asked softly.
Canada smiled, pecking her forehead softly, "It's wonderful, she's the light of my life." he gently rocked her back to sleep, resting her back down on his lap.
"...I'm not ready for this." Italy said softly, gazing down at his rounded stomach, rubbing it gently.
Canada smiled sadly at him, "I know what you mean, I was forced to grow up so fast, but if you really care about your child you'll be a great father."
"I'm not being a father...I'm giving it away."
Canada stared at him, "Oh...oh I didn't know..."
Italy shrugged, "Neither did I..."
~0~
"I'm not mad at you." France finally said after a long awkward silence between the two friends, leaning casually against the table as the Spaniard went to throw Italy's pasta away.
"...you're not?" Spain asked softly, putting the empty bowl in the sink.
"No, I was when I first 'eard, but I'm not now...but I would like to know why you didn't tell me."
Spain sighed, "I had things to deal with France, I didn't have time to fill you in on the gossip." he drawled, rolling his eyes.
France looked at him in confusion, "Gossip? I'm not talking about when you slept with Italy."
"...you're not?"
"No of course not! I meant you didn't tell me Germany left him!"
"Oh...that."
"Oui that! How could you not tell me?"
Spain sighed again, leaning back against the kitchen counter opposite France, "It just...never came up."
"Never came up? I called you just two weeks ago! You never mentioned it zen."
"You asked how Italy was getting on with the pregnancy...you didn't ask if he was still with Germany."
"Zat was implied!" France said in exasperation, staring at him in disbelief, "You should 'ave told me."
"Wait." Spain looked confused, "...how did you find out?"
"Prussia called me this morning, he went to see Germany last night, apparently you told him he'd left Italy, nice to know who's your best friend." France pouted, crossing his arms.
"I only told him because he wanted to see his brother, I couldn't just not tell him where he was...anyway, I didn't tell him I'd slept with Italy." Spain said softly, gazing out of the window.
France slowly shook his head, sighing softly, "Spain...why did you sleep with Italy?"
"I...I really don't know France..." Spain bit his lip, tears building up in his eyes, "I'd do anything to go back in time and change what happened...it's ruined everything..."
France looked at him sadly, holding out his arms, "Come 'ere mon aim." he sighed softly, enveloping the emotional Spaniard in a hug, holding him close, "...it'll be okay."
"I-I've ruined Italy's life..." Spain whispered softly, tears slowly dripping down his face.
"Spain I promise, I will get Italy and Germany back together if it kills me." he smiled reassuringly, gently dabbing at his friend's eyes.
"Really?"
"Oui." France smiled, gently letting go of him.
"France! Spain! HELP!" the two teens looked at each other quickly before racing into the living room where they'd heard Canada call from in hysterics.
"Canada what's going on?- Oh God!" France stared in shock at the Italian sprawled out unconscious on the floor, "What 'appened?"
"I-I don't know! He just said he needed the toilet so he stood up and just collapsed! I have no idea why!"
France dived onto his knees by Italy, gently taking hold of his face in his hands, "Oh God...Spain, has Italy been ill recently?"
Spain bit his lip, "He...he hasn't been eating..."
"What? When did he last eat?" France asked, resting his head onto Italy's chest, listening for a heartbeat.
"Urm...about...five days ago-"
"WHAT?" France stared at him, "Why ze hell not?"
"He just won't eat! I tried everything! He's just been starving himself!" Spain clutched at his hair, shaking his head, becoming hysterical with worry.
France bit his lip, gently shaking Italy's lifeless, limp body, "Oh God, he must be suffering from malnutrition, Canada sweetie, call for an ambulance."
"Right." Canada carefully held Quebec in one arm as he took out his phone and dialled emergency services.
France continued to check Italy's vitals, gently patting his face in the hope that'd he'd wake. The Italian lay perfectly still, frail and inanimate. Spain starting shaking with worry, backing up against the wall to stop himself from collapsing. "Spain." France looked over at the Spaniard, "Call Germany."
"I-I can't-"
"Call Germany NOW!"
"He won't pick up! I've been calling him for weeks!"
"Then...then call Prussia! He might still be with Germany." France went back to Italy, gently taking hold of his hand, pushing back his fringe from his face. He looked back over at Spain who just stood, still a quivering wreck, "NOW SPAIN!"
Spain jumped, diving for his mobile, looking for Prussia's number just as Canada hung up his own, "Ambulance is on it's way...do you think he'll be okay?" he asked worriedly, gently kneeling down beside his boyfriend.
France listened for Italy's heartbeat once more, then listened just above the Italian's mouth and nose, "He's still breathing, but he's not waking up." France gazed down at his friend, taking in the sight of him, despite the rounded stomach the Italian was even skinnier than usual, "...I should 'ave known he would do something like zis to himself..."
Canada gently rubbed France's back, "...don't worry yourself sweetie, Italy's going to be okay."
France nodded, biting his lip, "We can only hope."
Oh wow I didn't realise how long this was, that Prussia, Germany section could have easily been a whole chapter by itself XD
Was the special guest awesome enough? :D somehow managed to slip a brand new pairing in there XD
Apologies for the bucket load of angst D:
Reviews are love :)