(Spain's POV)

After Italy's confession I really didn't know what to do. We returned to the meeting as all the countries have now arrived, but I couldn't focus. There were hundreds of thoughts racing trough my head 'How could Ludwig do something like this? How come no one noticed? Does Prussia know? If he does why didn't he tell anyone? If he doesn't…I guess Germany hides his monster quite well then…How can I help Feli? He seems so broken…I hope it's not too late to mend him…' Eventually my train of thought was broken by Romano who elbowed my side rather harshly.

"Are you even paying attention? And did he tell you anything?" he asked in a hushed tone.

I didn't want to tell him because it's not my place to tell and knowing Romano he would act on impulse and without much thought…But then again. He has the right to know. "Romano…It's not really my place to tell. Something like this… he has to tell you himself."

Romano's face showed pure rage with a glint of worry. He turned slightly red from fury and I was sure he's going to make a seen. But to my surprise he simply huffed out an angry breath and mumbled a few curses in Italian.

From the corner of my eye I noticed how England was looking at Italy with furrowed eyebrows and wonder in his eyes. That made me, think. 'How many countries will notice Italy's change in behaviour and actually confront him about it?' That thought was pretty much pointless.

Right then Germany tossed some papers to me "Sign these papers about export." He said in his usual business tone.

I looked trough the papers and signed them. I glared at the Germany as I passed him back his papers.

'I hate him.'

(Romano's POV)

I was worried sick about my brother and the tomato bastard won't tell me what's wrong with him! '..But maybe Spain's right. Feli has to tell me himself and I don't want to push him. Ugh! What do I do!?' I couldn't figure out what to do. I felt lost, useless… Those were the worst feelings ever.

I tried focusing on the meeting but my eyes kept trailing towards my brother and his sad face. I couldn't bare to see him like this but at the same time I couldn't look away because I was hoping to find hints and signs that would help me figure out his problem. And yet, I found nothing. His dull eyes had no trance of emotion in them, as if they were covered with a shadow that absorbed anything that wanted to show even slightly how he felt.

The moment Germany passed Spain some papers. I noticed that when Spain passed them back he glared at the blond man.

'So I suppose Germany has something to do with my brother's condition? …That damn potato bastard!'

(England's POV)

I was listening to America's useless banter and looking at other courtiers. Everything seemed normal. That was until my eyes stopped on a certain Italian.

The usually happy-go-lucky Italy was sitting between Prussia and Romano with a glum expression. Eyes downcast and clouded, lips pulled into a frown. To be honest he looked like a depressed little kitten. Still very cute and lovable but at the same time makes you want to shed tears of sorrow. 'I wonder why he's so down.'

I also noticed that Romano and Spain looked like they were deep in thoughts. Romano looked at Italy half of the time while Spain occasionally glared at Germany.

This piqued my interest and I wanted to find out what's going on. But…

"Yo Iggy! What are you thinking 'bout?" America asked looking at me curiously.

Eh. Why not? "Just wondering what's up with Italy." I replayed seeing his curiosity rise as he looked at Italy.

"Want to help me find out what's wrong? He might need a hero." I said knowing he won't refuse.

"Hell yeah! The hero will help anyone that needs his help!" America said puffing out his chest proudly. "So what do we do?"

I thought about that and settled with something simple for now "For now we simply observe. Take action only if needed and we won't jump to conclusions. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir!" America said with a determined glint in his eyes.

So I got a companion in this. That's goon just in case this turns out badly.

(Italy's POV)

'…I made a mistake. I shouldn't have told Spain. If Germany finds out…I don't want him to hurt anyone else.' I was sitting at the world meeting not really paying any attention. I was too preoccupied with my thoughts. 'I wonder if Antonio told anyone. I hope he didn't.'

I really hoped that no one else would find out even though I could feel the curious glances of other countries. They made me feel slightly uncomfortable. I don't like being the centre of attention anymore. Right then I would be happy to simply fade, disappear, fall trough the floor. No matter what as long as I can get away.

I glanced at Germany and looked back down moments later as overwhelming sadness took over my heart once again. It happened pretty often lately.

'I love you Germany, but how long can I keep fighting?'

(To be continued…)

A/N Next chapter will contain Germany's, Prussias's and Japan's POV.