Title: Love's Aftermath
Pairings: Italy/Germany, Spain/Romano, Spain/Italy, France/Canada, England/America, Japan/Greece, Prussia/Hungary, Austria/Switzerland
Italy's pregnant, Germany's gone missing and Romano just won't quit, have these kids STILL not got their act together?
Chapter 11 - Fixing a Broken Heart
~3 months later~
It's amazing how much can change in such a short amount of time. It seems as if only yesterday Italy and Germany were lying back in each other's arms on the sofa in the dormitory of the academy, Germany perhaps attempting to read a text book or do some homework whilst Italy happily played with the buttons on the German's shirt, usually resulting in them ending up doing an all too different type of 'productive work'.
Now six months along, Italy's pregnancy was a little bit more than noticeable, the sweet Italian looked like he'd swallowed a basket ball, his softly rounded belly poked noticeably out of his clothes. Germany of course, had tried to be the best partner he possibly could, assisting Italy with all his endless needs; helping him to the toilet, helping him up and down the stairs, buying him maternity clothes and even compiling with his ridiculous meal requests.
"Germany! Can I have some gelato?"
"Ja, I'll just go get you some-"
"With pasta sauce!"
"...you want some gelato and some pasta sauce?"
"No! Pasta sauce on top of the gelato! And grated cheese!"
The German was amazed how the Italian was able to stomach such things, as well how he himself was able to watch Italy eat such things without feeling nauseous. Needless to say the pregnancy had brought them closer together, now that they had Italy's house to themselves they had all the alone time they needed to concentrate on their relationship, working through the hardships and just being there for each other when they needed it.
Italy had received a phone call from the adoption agency a few weeks before, they were checking up on how he was doing and informing him that the couple expecting to take his baby from him were very excited. The Italian had said everything was fine but was immediately saddened by the phone call, he hadn't said anything to Germany but the Italian was starting to form a bond with this unborn child inside of him...or maybe it was the fact that the child had brought him and Germany closer...whatever the case, every time he thought about the fact that he'd be giving the child up, Italy wanted to go somewhere and cry.
"Italy..." Germany murmured softly, gently kissing the side of his neck to wake the sweet boy, gently placing a hand over his rounded stomach.
Italy snuffled softly, yawning quietly, curling up against the German's chest, "...sleepy..."
"I know Italy." Germany said softly, pressing a kiss to his neck once more, "...but France und Canada are going to be here soon, we need to get up." the German slowly climbed out of bed, drawing back the curtains to let in the light from the sunny August morning.
Italy winced slightly, rubbing his eyes as he slowly sat up, "...too early."
"It's nearly twelve Italy." Germany said, smirking slightly as he went to the wardrobe to take out one of Italy's dresses, "Do you want the blue one or the pink one?"
"Pink one." Italy said as he carefully climbed out of bed, wincing again as he took a few steps towards the German.
"Your back still hurting?" Germany asked, lifting Italy's tank top off his head before pulling the dress down over him.
"Sì...it's achy." Italy mumbled softly, leaning backwards, biting his lip as his back burned in agony.
Germany looked at him sadly, gently wrapping his arms around him, "Lets get you downstairs onto the sofa ja? Are you okay to walk down the stairs?"
Italy nodded, "I think so...if you hold my hand."
Germany smiled, lacing his fingers with Italy's, "Of course." he gently manoeuvred Italy onto the landing, tightening his grip on his hand as they slowly made their way downstairs together.
"Hola amigos!" Spain beamed at them from the living room as Italy hurriedly went to sit down, letting out a sigh of relief, "I made breakfast, I'll bring it through."
"Danke Spain, I'll help you."
"Grazie." Italy smiled, resting back against the cushions as Germany went to help Spain in the kitchen. The Spaniard had been staying with them for the last few days as Italy had been feeling guilty that Romano still hadn't forgiven him, so was quick to offer Spain their home, rather than leaving him all alone by himself in Barcelona.
A few moments later they both re-emerged with a tray of pancakes and bacon for the Italian, Italy smiled, clapping his hands together cutely as Germany carefully balanced it on Italy's knee, having to hold it there as Italy's large bump threatened to knock it over any second. As Italy hungrily tucked into his food, Spain went to the window to watch out for France and Canada, "They said twelve sì?"
"Ja, twelve o'clock, I think they're bringing their daughter too." Germany answered, wrapping his other arm around Italy's shoulders.
"Yay! I never really got to properly meet her, and I haven't seen those guys in ages, not since we were at the hospital."
"Ja us either, I think they've been busying preparing for their wedding und such."
Spain slowly shook his head, "I still can't believe it, France! Of all people getting married!" he laughed, grabbing a tissue, handing it to Germany as syrup was starting to drip down Italy's chin.
"He does seem to be too much of the promiscuous type for it." Germany agreed, gently wiping Italy's chin for him.
Spain nodded, watching the two of them fondly, "Sì, he and Canada do go well together though...like you two."
Germany blushed slightly at this, Italy looked up, grinning, "Grazie Spain! You and Romano as well."
Spain flinched slightly, "No...not like us at all..."
"Italy, what did I say about mentioning Romano around him?" Germany muttered softly into his ear, "...you'll upset him."
"They are good together though..." Italy insisted, wrapping his arms around Germany's waist.
"They're not actually together though." Germany said softly, holding Italy close, carefully lifting the tray off his lap, placing it on the coffee table beside the sofa.
"Sorry..." Italy mumbled softly, trying to hug Germany closer but his bump preventing him from reaching him properly.
Germany gently lifted up Italy's legs, sliding the smaller boy onto his lap with slight difficulty to cuddle him close, "It's okay...are you still hungry?"
"No I'm okay." Italy closed his eyes, resting against Germany's chest, the soft drumming of his gentle heartbeat lulling him back to sleep.
Germany smirked slightly, rocking the sleeping boy gently as they cuddled close, he glanced across at Spain, noting how Italy's mention of his brother seemed to have dampened the Spaniard's spirits. The German frowned, about to say something to try and reassure him when Spain suddenly sat up properly, grinning, "They're here!" he chirped, jumping up and racing to the front door before Germany could say anything, "France! Canada!" he rushed outside to hug his friends whilst Germany gently shook the Italian.
"Italy, France and Canada are here...are you going to wake up?" he murmured softly, gently stroking the side of Italy's face.
"Hm?" Italy woke with a start, looking around the living room in slight confusion, "...how long was I asleep?"
"Only a minute." Germany smiled, gently lifting him back onto the sofa, "France und Canada are here."
"Did someone say my name?" France said with a smirk as he bounded into the room, flashing a smile at them both before chuckling slightly, "My my Italy, you are getting really big now are you not?" he said as he noticed the size of Italy's stomach, "I remember when my Canada was ze same..." he smiled fondly, gently ruffling Italy's hair, "How are you both doing?"
"I'm good! I need to pee all the time though, and my back hurts." Italy smiled up at France, scooting over on the sofa so he could sit down.
France smirked slightly, slotting himself down besides Italy, "Zat iz always ze way, how about you Germany?"
"Ja I've been well danke, yourself?"
"Oui, very good." France smiled as Canada had finally followed him into the room, gently bouncing a giggling Quebec in his arms.
"Hey you guys!" Canada beamed, kneeling down on the carpet in front of them, resting his daughter on his lap, "Oh wow Italy you're so big now!"
Italy nodded, hugging his bump, "Yeah it kicks too! Doesn't it Germany?"
Germany smirked slightly, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, "Ja, it kicks me awake sometimes." Canada giggled slightly, gently bouncing Quebec on his lap.
"Aww she's so cute!" Spain cooed, kneeling down beside Canada, "Can I hold her?"
"Sure." Canada smiled, gently handing her to Spain who held her close, gently tickling her under the chin.
"Bless! She's so sweet...awww France she looks just like you." Spain beamed as she took hold of his finger, squeezing it tightly.
France smirked, "She's much more beautiful than moi...she looks more like Canada."
Canada blushed heavily, "Don't be silly..." he mumbled softly, France chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.
"Either way she's adorable...I hope yours is this cute Italy." Spain said, waving his hand around as Quebec still clung to his finger.
"Doesn't really matter since we're not keeping it." Germany said casually, gently stroking his fingers through Italy's hair.
Italy bit his lip, leaning his head against the German's shoulder, "...sì." he mumbled softly, gently rubbing his bump.
Germany quirked an eyebrow, looking at Italy curiously, "...are you okay?"
"Sì...I'm fine." Italy tried to smile, burying his head in the German's shoulder.
Germany didn't look convinced, he leant over to whisper in the Italian's ear, "...we'll talk later tonight ja?"
Italy nodded, trying to force himself to smile despite the immediate feeling of nerves from the prospect of telling the German what he really felt about giving their child away. France and Canada watched fondly as their daughter giggled in Spain's arms, her soft blonde curls bouncing gently as Spain rocked her on his knee, "Aww bless...oh by the way, I know I already said this on the phone but congrats on the engagement you guys!"
"Oh ja, I'm very pleased for you." Germany commented, still looking slightly concerned at the dismal Italian in his arms.
"Thanks, I'm really excited." Canada beamed, reaching up to take France's hand, "...in fact that's partly the reason we wanted to come over."
"Oui, we wanted to give you your invites in person." France reached into his back pocket and took out the three wedding invites, handing them out to the three of them.
Italy smiled, reading through the beautiful gold lettering on the invite, "Oooh it's really soon!"
"Ja only a few months away." Germany added, checking the date, "You must have a lot to sort out."
"Yeah we've been doing a lot of the organising over the last couple of months, we're getting married in Toronto! Isn't that great? I haven't been back home in so long..."
France smiled, lacing his fingers with Canada's, "Exactly why I suggested it mon cher, I know how much you miss your home." Canada smiled, nuzzling his cheek against the back of France's hand.
"I really can't wait!" Canada beamed, practically bouncing up and down with excitement, "Even organising it is fun!"
France laughed slightly, "Speaking of which, we can deal with one more little thing why we are 'ere." he turned to Spain who was still cuddling his daughter, "Spain...would you be my best man at ze wedding?"
Spain stared at France, "Amigo...you really mean that?"
"Oui, it would make our wedding perfect."
A grin slowly fixed itself to Spain's face, still not quite believing what France had asked, "Oh wow...I'd love to! Are you sure? I mean what about Prussia?"
France smirked slightly, "As much as I love him I don't really trust him to do a speech sober."
Spain laughed, "You're worried he'll tell everyone some really embarrassing and inappropriate stories right?"
"Zat's exactly what I fear."
"Who's your maid of honour Canada?" Italy asked, causing a blush to rise to the Canadian's cheeks.
"H-Hey why am I a bride all of a sudden?" Canada stuttered defensively, blushing deeper as France laughed, "I'm the groom as well, my brother's my best man."
"Oui, 'owever you are ze one walking down the aisle." France said with a smirk, leaning down to gently kiss the blushing boy's cheek.
"Shush...that still doesn't make me a bride."
"It will if you wear ze dress I picked out..."
"France I'm not wearing a dress!" Canada glared at him, face bright red.
France laughed his usual French laugh, sliding off the sofa onto the carpet, hugging his fiancé close, "I'm sorry mon cher...you will look gorgeous no matter what you wear."
"Okay...because I'm wearing a suit no matter what! America will never let me hear the end of it if I walk down the aisle in a dress." Canada cuddled up against France, anger forgotten as they held each other close.
Italy hadn't been listening to the conversation, he was watching with fascination as Quebec sat happily in Spain's arms, waving her little hands around sweetly, occasionally clinging onto the front of Spain's shirt, giggling as he bounced her on his knee. The Italian's hand went to cradle his large bump as he started to picture his own child...would it be a boy or a girl? Who would it look like, him or Germany? Would it be as adorable as Quebec? Most importantly...would Italy really be able to give it up once he sees this beautiful child he and his boyfriend have created? Italy shivered slightly, rubbing his bump protectively, Germany glanced down at him with concern, about to lean over to say something when all five of them looked up suddenly as they heard the sound of a key in the front door lock.
"...we're not expecting anyone else are we?" Spain asked in confusion as the front door opened and closed as somebody let themselves in. Everyone looked around in confusion for a moment before the living room door opened and they got there answer. There stood Romano, looking equally as confused before his eyes narrowed and he glared at them all. Spain stared at him, heart thudding nervously, "R-Romano...what are you doing here?"
Romano turned his glare on Spain, "What the hell do you mean what am I doing here? I live here, stupid bastard."
"He means why aren't you at school?" Italy asked, staring at his brother in slight bewilderment.
"It's the summer holidays, I'm home until September, what the hell are you all doing here?" he shot at Spain, France and Canada.
"W-Well I just came to check up on your brother-" Spain began before Romano interrupted.
"Oh of course you're here for Veneziano! That's all you ever care about..." Romano drawled sarcastically, glaring at him, "...dick." he grumbled, slamming the door shut before stomping upstairs to his room.
Spain frowned, slumping back into himself, sighing softly, "So urm...the wedding should be enjoyable." Germany muttered, trying to fill the awkward silence.
"Sì, it'll be good." Italy agreed, glancing worriedly at the Spaniard.
"Wait a minute." Germany sat up suddenly as he realised something, "Spain, aren't you sleeping in Romano's room?-" the German jumped violently as loud bangs and crashes sounded from the hall as something was flung down the stairs, France and Germany shot up and went to see what had happened, Spain carefully handed Quebec to Canada before following. Spain's suitcase which he'd brought over to their house for his stay had been thrown down the stairs by Romano, scattering his clothes all over the floor and across the banisters.
"Why the hell is your shit in my room?" Romano yelled at him from the top of the stairs.
Spain just stared, mouth hanging open, Germany spoke for him, "He was sleeping in there because you don't have a spare room."
"Well I don't ever want that bastard in my room so just stay the hell away!" Romano spat, storming back into his room.
Germany and France exchanged a worried glance before turning to Spain, "Are you okay mon ami?" France asked softly, gently placing a hand on Spain's shoulder as he was starting to shake slightly.
"S-Sì..." Spain whispered, tears rapidly filling his eyes as he just stood staring at his scattered clothes and upturned suitcase which now thanks to Romano adorned a large crack down the middle. Germany began hurriedly gathering Spain's belongings together as France tried to get him to come back into the living room, "Stop it..." Spain sniffed, pushing France away he wrenched open the front door and left, trying to hide the tears that were falling freely down his face.
France sighed deeply, looking to Germany, "I'll see if he iz okay." the German nodded, carefully placing Spain's folded up clothes onto the bottom of the stairs as France silently left.
Outside on Italy's front lawn the Spaniard was nowhere to be seen, France looked around, confused for a moment as he had seemingly vanished. He strained his ears for a moment and heard a very soft sobbing sound coming from somewhere down the road. France followed the sound until he came just a few houses down from Italy's to where Spain was sat on the wall outside somebody's house, crying into his hands. France let out a deep sigh, taking a seat next to him, "...are you okay mon ami?"
Spain sniffed, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand, "...no."
France smiled sadly at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him into a sideways hug, "It's okay mon ami, Germany's sorted out your things and we'll get you a new suitcase-"
"I don't care about that." Spain interrupted, dabbing at his eyes again, "...it doesn't matter, I don't want to talk about it."
France patted his shoulder gently before jumping down off the wall, "Mon ami how about we go into town, get a coffee and talk hm?"
"I don't know..." Spain mumbled softly, despite knowing full well there was no way of him going back into Italy's house any time soon.
France shook his head, grabbing hold of Spain's arm so he could gently tug him to his feet, "Come on, we're going to talk."
~0~
"What happened?" Canada asked curiously as Germany re-entered the living room, sitting himself down by Italy.
"Uhh Romano may have thrown Spain's stuff down the stairs..."
Italy looked shocked, "Romano's such a meanie pants!"
"That's horrible! Is Spain okay?" Canada asked, rocking Quebec gently on his knee as she was starting to fuss.
"I'm not sure, France went outside to talk to him...I really think Romano is over reacting slightly."
"Maybe I should talk to him." Italy said, shifting himself to the edge of the sofa ready to stand up.
"That may not be a good idea Italy, he's pretty angry right now." Germany warned yet grabbed his arm to help him stand.
"He's my fratello, he'll listen to me." Italy started making his way to the door, wincing slightly as his back still ached.
"Alright, but I'll come with you, God knows what he might try und do." Germany reached for Italy's hand, looking back over at Canada, "You don't mind if we leave you alone for a minute to you Canada?"
"No that's fine, I think Quebec needs to be changed anyway."
Germany nodded as they left, carefully gripping Italy's hand as he helped him up the stairs, step by step, gently wrapping an arm around his back to support, "What exactly are you going to say to him?" Germany muttered softly as they reached the landing.
"I'm not sure...I just don't want him to be mad anymore." Italy softly padded towards Romano's room, still keeping close to Germany.
"I think he's still angry with you Italy, be careful ja?"
"Germany my fratello is always angry with me...it'll be okay." Italy smiled reassuringly, gently pushing open the door, "Hey Romano-AH!" Italy ducked as an alarm clock was flung at his head, it missed Italy and hit Germany straight in the face.
"OW!" the German staggered backwards slightly but still kept a hold of Italy's hand, "What za hell don't throw things at Italy, he's pregnant you dummkopf!"
"Get the HELL out of here! I don't want to see any of you!" Romano snarled, looking for something else to throw.
"Romano please listen-"
"NO! I don't care that you two have made up! You are NOT going to convince me to do the same." Romano snapped, glaring at them.
"Fratello..." Italy looked at him sadly, trying to approach him yet Germany held onto him firmly, "Can't you just give Spain another chance?"
"Leave me alone Veneziano! You're both just as guilty!"
"If that's true then why aren't you angry at your bruder?" Germany asked, allowing his boyfriend to tug him towards Romano.
"I am!"
"Not as much as you are at Spain." Italy pointed out, slipping his hand out of Germany's so he could go to hug his brother.
Romano tensed, letting his arms hang by his sides at Italy hugged him, sighing slightly, "Fine. Veneziano you're my fratello...so no, I'm not mad at you anymore, but I was! I really really hated you for what happened!"
"I know." Italy said softly, gently pulling back, "I'm really really sorry Romano."
"It's fine." Romano turned away, gazing out of his bedroom window, "...you can go now."
"...what about Spain?" Italy asked quietly, taking Germany's hand again.
"What about him? Veneziano you were upset about your German bastard, and you're pregnant, your head must have been all over the place, as for Spain...he had no excuse." Romano growled, still staring out of the window.
Italy reached out a hand towards Romano, "Fratello-"
"Italy..." Germany gently pulled him back, "Maybe we should leave him." the German gently tugged him towards the door, softly closing it behind them, looking at Italy's sad face with concern, "Are you okay?"
"...it's still not fixed Germany." Italy muttered softly, leaning into his boyfriend.
Germany rubbed Italy's aching back gently, "It'll be okay Italy, things like this have a way of working out...you'll see."
~0~
"...so are you going to say anything?" France asked softly, having watched the Spaniard stir his coffee for almost a full ten minutes, just gazing into the hot, steaming beverage.
"...I don't know what to say." Spain mumbled sadly, watching the liquid slosh round and round.
"Just tell me what 'as you so upset mon ami, I waz sure you were getting over Romano."
"I thought I was." Spain sighed, glancing around the cafe as he spoke, "I really thought I was, I'd stopped thinking about him all the time and I'd stopped dreaming about him."
"Oui..." France said softly, taking a sip of hot chocolate.
"But when I saw him before...and how angry he still is at me I just..." Spain bit his lip, shrugging, "...it really upset me."
France looked at him sadly, "I understand mon ami...it iz clear you are not over him at all."
"Sì..." Spain sighed, stirring his coffee again.
"...and it iz also clear he iz not over you either."
Spain stared at him, "Are you kidding me? France he hates me! You saw what he did."
France smirked slightly, "It iz zat kind of fiery passion zat shows he still loves you."
"He never loved me."
"He never said it?"
Spain shrugged, "He was going to...but then I stupidly told him that I slept with Italy...so no, he never did."
"Zat doesn't mean he doesn't, I've seen ze way he looks at you, ze hurt in his eyes when he sees you and Italy together...he truly loves you Spain." France reached out to place a comforting hand on his arm.
"If that's true then why is he acting like such a jerk?"
"Spain, Romano iz a jerk, zat's why." France took a sip of his drink, gently patting Spain's arm, "He wants to forgive you, he iz just too proud."
"God I know." Spain muttered, "Out of all the people I could be with, why'd I pick the biggest jerk on the planet?"
France smirked, "Why did Italy pick a scary German? Why did America pick an irritating Brit? Why did Hungary choose to put up with Prussia? Why did I pick a sweet, beautiful Canadian who iz clearly my opposite? We don't get to choose who we fall for Spain, it iz fate, and fate wants you to be with Romano."
"I think fates got the wrong number." Spain said softly, taking a sip of coffee.
"Give it time mon ami, fate will work it's magic on you, I promise."
~0~
Things weren't much better that evening at Italy's house, Romano locked himself in his room for most of the day but needed to come downstairs for dinner. France had cooked them all a delightful meal, which they ate in awkward silence at the kitchen table as Spain and Romano sat on opposite sides of the table, the Spaniard trying to avoid his gaze whilst Romano kept shooting him dirty looks.
Spain badly wanted to return home to Barcelona now that Romano was back, but France had told Germany to keep him staying at Italy's for as long as possible (still hoping fate would bring them together) Germany dismissed the idea of fate, yet insisted Spain could stay another night and sleep on the sofa. Canada, France and Quebec left later that evening, their daughter fast asleep in the Canadian's arms, hugging everyone, bar Romano (who wouldn't let them), goodbye and saying they'd see them in a few months at the wedding.
Italy was half asleep on Germany's shoulder in front of the TV that night, Spain and Romano sat on either side of them, the awkwardness was ever present. The German knew it'd only get a whole lot worse when he and Italy left but the Italian was starting to doze off and he really didn't want to have to carry a heavily pregnant boy upstairs, Germany gently prodded him awake before excusing himself as he helped Italy up the stairs.
"Should we have left them alone?" Italy asked quietly as Germany carefully helped him undress once inside their room.
"Nein, I didn't really have a choice though...I'll go back down once you're in bed." Germany threw back the covers, helping Italy into bed.
"Awww..." Italy pouted, clinging onto Germany's hand yet his eyes were already drooping as his head hit the pillow.
Germany smiled, pecking the top of his head, "I'll be back soon..." he gently tucked the sleepy boy into bed before hurriedly retreating back downstairs to break up an argument he was sure must be occurring. There wasn't. The two former lovers sat silently, staring numbly at the TV screen on opposite ends of the sofa...except Romano had his eyes closed. "He asleep?" Germany asked softly to Spain.
"Sì...he's such an angel when he sleeps..." Spain murmured softly, switching off the television, gazing over at Romano, watching as his chest gently rose and fell with each breath, face innocent and sweet, anger forgotten.
Germany quirked an eyebrow, "Uhh ja...I'll take him to bed." the German bent down and carefully lifted Romano into his arms, "Well...goodnight Spain."
"Night." Spain said softly, lying down on the sofa, not bothering to get out a blanket or even put any pyjamas on. Germany looked at him sadly before quietly and carefully ascending the stairs with Romano in his arms, holding onto him securely as he pushed his way into the Italian's room, placing him down on the bed.
"What the hell?" Romano grumbled tiredly, causing Germany to jump.
"Oh, you're awake."
"I am now...what the hell are you doing?" Romano asked, eyes narrowed.
"I was just putting you to bed." Germany muttered, rolling his eyes, "You know you don't always have to accuse everyone all the time, sometimes it's okay just to admit that people makes mistakes sometimes. Germany said, tongue in cheek as he went to leave.
Romano sat up in bed glaring at his back, "What are you saying?"
Germany sighed, turning back to face him, "Look Romano, everyone's been tiptoeing around the subject but I'm just going to come out and say it...gott verdammt just hurry up and forgive Spain already!"
"Go to hell!" Romano shot back.
"Romano you have no reason to be angry at him anymore."
"You have no idea what I'm going through! How could you possibly understand?"
Germany stared at him, "Romano I'm the only gott verdammt person who knows EXACTLY how you feel!" he strode over to him, shaking his head in bewilderment, "I was cheated on too! Only difference is Italy was mein boyfriend, you und Spain were broken up! So technically you weren't even cheated on! So why are you still so angry?" Germany leant over him on the bed.
"I don't have to tell you anything! Leave me alone you bastard!" Romano shoved the German backwards, well attempted to but the German barely stumbled.
"I just want to know why Romano, you can't be that much of a jerk to hold a grudge for no reason! Just tell me why you can't forgive him!" Germany demanded, getting angry himself now.
"Just mind your own BUSINESS!"
"Just tell me WHY!"
"NO!"
"Tell me right NOW!"
"BECAUSE HE BROKE MY HEART!" Romano bellowed, jumping up off of the bed, fists shaking at his sides. Germany blinked, taken a back as Romano stood, breathing heavily, tears rapidly filled his eyes, "...he broke my heart..." he whispered shakily, tears starting to slowly trickle down his cheeks.
Germany swallowed heavily "Romano-"
"Just leave..." the Italian muttered softly, slowly sitting back down on the bed.
Germany bit his lip, making for the door, hesitating slightly just before he left, turning back to face him, "Romano, I may not know a lot about this kind of stuff...but I do know what it feels like to have your heart broken, und from what I've learnt, the only person to fix a broken heart, is the same person who broke it in the first place." the Italian said nothing, gazing down at his lap from where he say, Germany sighed, "...just think about it, und when you finally realise what you should have done a long time ago, Spain is sleeping downstairs on the sofa."
With those final words the German left, leaving Romano alone with his thoughts. He sat silently, perfectly still, the only sounds he could hear were the soft voices and movement coming from Italy's room. Romano's body was desperately telling him to settle down to sleep, but the thoughts buzzing around his mind were preventing him from doing so. Very slowly, he rose to his feet, heart thudding nervously as he edged over to the door, "...I can't believe I'm doing this." Romano muttered softly, taking a deep breath before stepping out onto the landing.
Oh Romano how I've missed you, you big jerk XD
Oh my God it's nearing the end :O (I think) just a couple more chapters to go! Probably an epilogue too
Reviews are love :)