A/N: Hello~ I am back. Thank you for the reviews~~~~

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Here's chapter 3~

*Meanwhile, at Germany's house*

Italy ran upstairs and sat in a corner with his legs to his chest. Last night, he had a dream about Holy Roman Empire. One that seemed so real. He didn't want to face the fact that he was going to come back for him. And Germany… he looked just like him. It just made it harder.

About ten minutes later, he heard a knock on the door. Deciding not to answer it, he stayed upstairs. The door opened.

"Italy?" It was Germany. But there was more than one voice.

"Where is he?" Romano.

"Romano, calm down. We'll find him." Spain.

The footsteps were getting closer. Italy realized they were coming upstairs. He crouched down, attempting to hide.

"Fratello!" Romano called, opening door after door but finding no Italy. He opened the last door, the room Italy was in. He heard Italy's short, rapid breaths from the corner of the room. Romano walked over to where Italy was lying and crouched down to his level. He motioned the others to close the door and wait on the other side.

"Italy… tell me what's wrong." Romano said. Italy hiccupped and managed to choke out, "Holy Roman Empire."

Romano sighed. "Veneziano, why are you so bent out of shape over this?"

Italy managed to stop crying for a moment. "I h-had a b-bad d-dream and h-he w-was t-there and h-he p-promised to c-come back b-but he d-didn't and it seemed s-so real and I m-miss him s-so much and he isn't g-going t-to come back…" Italy broke down into soft sobs.

"Italy, calm down. It was just a dream; you're going to make yourself sick," Italy obeyed, taking in deep breaths. "Do you want to stay with me for a little while?" Romano asked. Italy nodded. Romano stood up and offered a hand to his brother. Italy took his hand and stood up, and they walked out of the room, passing by Germany and Spain, and not saying a word. Germany looked confused and Spain looked like he was in his own world.

Romano pulled Italy out the door and since they took Germany's car, they just walked home. It wasn't very far anyway.

By the time they got home, the sun was setting and all Italy wanted to do was go to sleep.

*back at Germany's house*

"Spain, did you even just see what happened?" Germany asked.

"Wait, what?"

"I said, did you just see what happened?"

"Oh, no." Germany sighed.

"Romano left with Italy."

"Where did he take him?" Spain asked, suddenly aware of the circumstances.

"I don't know, probably his house. He didn't say a word when he dragged Italy out."

"Should we go to his house then?" Germany thought about it for a moment. Should they go or give Italy and Romano space?

"I think we should just leave them. You can stay here for the night if you want."

"Thank you, Germany." Spain said. The two retired for the night, Germany in his own room and Spain in one of the guest rooms.

Back at Romano's house, Italy slept peacefully. Romano sat in the kitchen, not going to bed. It was almost eight, and he hadn't eaten since lunchtime. Getting up, he microwaved some leftover pasta. The pasta had been made by none other than his brother, and he wished he would feel better soon.

A/N: again, I know it's very short. Please don't kill me; I wanted to get this chapter up already.

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~Feli