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"Italy come 'ere." France demands. Italy follows the order and walks up to him. "Tell me mon cher, what 'as been troubling you lately?"

Italy fidgets and avoids eye contact with France. "I don't think fratello would like it if I told any more people." He says quietly.

"Italy go ahead and tell France if you vant. Don't vorry about Romano." Germany tells him.

"Okay. Fratello has been beating me since I moved in with him." He says in a quiet voice that France could barely strain to hear.

France was completely shocked. He would of not believed Italy in fact if it wasn't for how depressed lately he's been. If it want something serious like this then Italy would be his normal self. "Petit Romano 'as been beating you? Why didn't you tell me sooner? I would 'ave protected you and zen you could 'ave lived with me." France looks at Italy closer noticing more of the bruises, cuts, and scars all over his skin.

"I-I didn't want to trouble you. I've already caused such a mess! It would be better if I just stayed with fratello and didn't say anything." Italy frowns.

"If you stayed there vith him you vould of ended up killed!" Germany shouts frustrated that it seemed that Italy wasn't seeing the logic of the situation. Italy flinches back a little because he was a bit scared of Germany when he raised his voice. "I'm sorry Italy. I didn't mean to yell at you."

"It's okay." Italy replies offering a small real smiles.

The room goes quiet. Then right as it seemed like another conversation was about to start, the door that leads to the kitchen slams open. Prussia steps into the room after he somehow soundlessly left with out the others noticing sometime during the conversations earlier.

"West! Why didn't you buy beer when you were out? The awesome me wanted beer and we're all out!" Prussia complained.

Germany sighs. "If you vant beer so badly go buy some yourself."

"But I don't have the money to buy more of the awesome beer!"

"Here." He hands Prussia some money. "Bring back a six pack for the fridge." Germany was tired of Prussia being a not needed nuisance, which was really not wanted at this time. Prussia left the house. Leaving just France, Italy, and Germany in the house. All three of them sit there trying to think of what is the right thing to say in order to cloak the silence. Then the house phone rang.

"I'll get it!" Italy jumps up and runs into the kitchen where the phone is located. Germany was about to protest but Italy was already gone out of the room.

Italy picks up the phone. "Ciao~! This is Italy at Germany's house!"

"Fratellino? Did the potato sucking bastard tell you what I had to say to you?" Romano asks from the other side of the line.

Germany walks into the kitchen.

"What didn't Germany tell me?" Italy still hasn't noticed Germany standing behind him.

"That potato sucking bastard didn't mention-" Germany grabs the phone and hangs it up on the receiver.

"What was he going to say and why did you lie to me saying that was all? That obviously wasn't all!" He shouts at Germany. He was upset that the one person he had fully trusted to be truthful to him lied. He decided to be untruthful at an important time too.

"Italien, I only lied to you to spare your feelings and to keep you safe."

"Tell me the truth, what did fratello say? I should be able to handle this!" His eyes filled with tears.

Germany looks into Italy's eyes and decides he would have to tell Italy the truth.

Germany looked down not having the courage to look Italy in the eyes when he told the truth."He told me that if you didn't return home he vas disowning you." Germany didn't look at Italy's face already knowing his face would be a mixture of sadness, surrender, and submission.

Italy was crying silently as he realized he would have to choose between family and the person he's been slowly falling in love with since they first met. Italy knew his decision was clear enough. As much as he wanted to stay with Germany he had no idea if he felt the same way back. Italy once heard love was wanting what's best for the other person and he believed this was in fact what was best for Germany. That way Germany could live a simple life that would be free of troubles like the one's that seemed to follow Italy.

"I-I'm sorry I have to go to him." Italy whispers hugging Germany.

"It's okay. I understand." Germany acts strong but truthfully on the inside he was just as heartbroken as Italy was about separating.

Italy releases from the hug first and wipes his own tears away. "I'm going to go get my things." He barely whispers.

Germany nods and silently walks to the living room where France sits looking at a random painting on the wall. Germany silently sits across from him. Italy started to make his trips with his belongings to Germany's car. France realizes what Italy is doing.

"Germany, where is Italy going?"France asks.

"He's going back to live vith Romano." Germany whispers.

"You can't let 'im do zat!" France stands up but Germany gestures for him to sit again.

"Ve have to let him do what he vants." Germany says quietly.

"Zat is not ze Germany I've always known. Ze Germany I know 'as no weaknesses and wouldn't let a soldier disobey orders no matter what 'appened." France lectured Germany.

"I found my veakness during vorld var II. I can't refuse doing something that vill make him happier and ever since I met him I started falling in love vith him." Germany confessed to France. (sadly Italy wasn't near enough to to hear them and Germany's confession.)

"You need to tell 'im zen mon ami." France tells him.

"I-I can't. He can never feel the same way." Germany looks down at his lap.

Italy saw them now and decided to watch them. France walks over to Germany and takes his hand for comfort. France leans down and whispers, "You 'ave to try. If you never ask you'll never know." Germany nods at France in promise. France gives him a hug, knowing that he was in a lot of pain for even considering just giving up on his love for Italy. The big problem was Italy's fears illustrated the situation into one completely different. From Italy's point of view he thought that France just confessed his love to Germany and Germany felt the same way. If it was possible, his heart was breaking even further. Any hope that Germany did love him was down the drain.

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When the chapter got sad all the songs on Pandora radio were about breaking up and sad things like that and so I admit I cried while writing this. I also feel really bad for doing that to poor Italy and Germany.

words to know:

Fratellino= little brother (Italian)

mon ami= my friend (french)