A/N: hiii its Feli~

I don't own Hetalia

Throughout the whole day, Italy remained quiet, releasing a small hiccup from crying every once in a while. He didn't stay in the closet for too long after Germany found him in there. He did what he would normally do on a day he didn't have to go to training. Except minus the talking and happy atmosphere. Everything he did that day was depressing. He painted some dark and gloomy paintings and watched depressing TV.

ITALY POV

He is never coming back. I have to face it. He is never coming back. Stop, you'll make yourself cry again! Oh, what else can I do? I can only cry. It hurts, but so does hoping that one day he will return. Painting doesn't help. I've painted too many sad paintings. The rain doesn't help either…

"Italy? Come and tell me what's wrong." It was strange, how much they looked alike. I made my way to the couch where Germany was seated at.

"Germany…" My voice cracked. The first word I said all day was his name, and I can't even say it without starting to cry again.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" I don't feel like I can talk about it without crying. Instead, I stood up and walked back upstairs.

3RD PERSON POV

'So much for that,' Germany thought. So instead, he walked into the kitchen and got a beer. He could hear Italy's cries from upstairs.

Thinking about it, Germany wondered if Romano knew. He was contemplating whether to ask him or not. Germany decided on going anyway.

"Italia… I will be back soon. Please do not leave the house, okay?" Italy gave no response. Germany headed out the door.

Walking over to his car, Germany realized he left his keys in the house. He opened up the front door, and as soon as he did, he heard the sounds of a soft, sweet Italian voice. But, it was singing a rather depressing song. Germany listened, realized the voice belonged to Italy. He sighed, grabbed his keys, and left.

Germany drove down the road, eventually pulling up to Romano's house. He knocked on the door.

"What do you want, potato bastard?" Romano asked, scowling. Germany was about to explain when he heard another voice in the background.

"Lovi~, be nice." Spain said, using Romano's human name. Romano tried to yell again but was silenced by Spain.

"I am sorry to bother you, but I came to ask if there is anything… different about Italy? I found him this morning crying in the closet and he's barely said a word all day."

"What have you done to him? I swear I will hurt you if you did anything to him!" Romano screamed.

Spain quieted him, and Germany told them they should try to talk to Italy. They agreed and took Germany's car, much to Romano's displeasure.

A/N: SO SORRY IT'S SHORT. I REALLY AM.

Thank you for the reviews! It's appreciated. I will try to get the next chapter up on Sunday… if not then Monday.

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~Feli