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Italy silently left the room and got back to packing his things into the car. Tears ran down his cheeks but he tried to wipe them away as soon as the tears rolled down his cheeks. He couldn't have Germany or France see him crying because he knew that they would just ask questions. If that happened Italy knew he'd definitely break down and make a fool out of himself. He keeps his head down as he passes by the room that he'd seen France and Germany in before. This time they see him.

"Italy do you vant any help vith your things." Germany asks.

Italy shakes his head, still not looking up.

'He must be having a hard time dealing vith the fact that he is going to go back to his bruder.'

Germany stands up and walks over to Italy. France watches from the couch hoping that Germany will tell Italy how he feels. Germany puts his hand on Italy's shoulder. Italy looks up at Germany while tears clouding his vision.

"You don't have to leave if you don't vant to." Germany whispers.

Italy looks down and starts crying harder. "I-I should go." he replies quietly.

Germany didn't realize in the slightest that with every second he didn't confess how he felt to Italy, Italy lost a little more hope and happiness.

"Okay, if you vant this." Germany hoped that Italy would change his mind and promise that he'd stay forever.

"This is the last bag so I'm ready to go when you are ready." Italy still hasn't looked up.

"Then ve can go now." Germany hides his sadness behind a blank expression.

' I don't vant Italy to be vorried about vhat I'm feeling... he's already gone through so much.'

Italy slowly walks towards France and gives him a hug.

"Good bye." Italy whispers.

" mon petit ami, remember to zink all your decisions through so you don't make a big mistake." France tells him hoping that he will understand that he was trying to hint at staying.

Italy nods. "I'm going to make sure I got everything."

"Okay, I'll be vaiting in the car." Italy walks back to his room and Germany walks to the car. When Germany gets in the car he decides to write Italy a note just in case he never works up enough courage to tell him how he actually felt. He pulls out a pen and a notepad and writes:

Dear Italien,

We've known each other from quite

some time now. I know you probably

think of me as just a friend, but that's

not how I feel about you. Italy, ich

liebe dich. I want you to stay with

me but I won't force you. If you go,

call me if anything happens.

Yours truely,

Ludwig.

He rips the piece of paper out of the notepad and folds it in half. Italy enters the car and Germany looks at him.

"Here." He hands Italy the folded piece of paper. "You can read it when ever you feel, but please read it."

Germany starts the car. The whole car trip Italy stares at the note in his hand. He was insanely curious what the note said but didn't want to open it just in case it was some kind of hate letter. It wasn't long until they had arrived at the Italys' house. Germany parks on the side of the curb. Italy was about to get out when Germany grabbed his arm.

"Wait. Italy I l-" He was cut off by Romano.

"Good the potato bastard's back with my fratello. I thought I was going to have to send tomato bastard to get my fratello back but I'm glad you actually have some fucking common sense in your tiny brain." Romano walks to the car and pulls Italy out. He grabs some of Italy's things and Italy grabs the rest. Italy slips the note in his pocket knowing that Romano would take it away if he saw it. Germany was expecting Italy to give him a good bye hug and is surprised when Italy just waves. Germany waves back before driving back to his house. Italy and Romano bring Italy's belongings back into the room they were in before.

"Don't ever fucking leave me again okay Feli? Why would you even go with that bastard? Any one can see he doesn't love you and is taking advantage of you." Romano sneers.

"Si I understand that now." Italy looks down at his feet upset. "I think I'm going to go to bed early tonight."

"Well then good night fratello." He walks out of the room and closes the door to let Italy sleep.

Italy lays down on the bed and stares at the ceiling. He wasn't actually tired like he said he was he just wanted to be alone. He remembers the note in his pocket and takes it out. Right as he's about to open the note the door opens.

"I just wanted to know..." He trails off as he sees the note in Italy's hand. "Where did you get that?" He narrows his eyes, knowing it probably was from Germany.

"Germany gave it to me." Italy whispers as he looks down scared of what Romano will do.

Romano walks over and slaps Italy across the face. "How many times do I fucking have to tell you? That bastard doesn't like you." He takes the note from Italy's hands and rips it into tiny pieces.

Italy whimpers and shrinks back. Romano throws the paper shreds away in the trash bin by Italy's bed. "Now stop talking about him!" He yells before walking out of the room making sure to slam the door hard behind him. Italy starts crying into his knees scared and upset. The worst thing was, Italy believed that Germany did in fact hate him. Italy's phone on his nightstand by his bed rings. He wipes his eyes and picks it up.

"C-ciao, this is Feliciano." He says quietly in the phone.

"Italy, I vanted to tell you vhat I said in the note. I figured that it vouldn't be the same unless I told you." Germany's voice echoes through the phone.

Italy wasn't sure if he wanted to know anymore. "Please don't talk to me. I know that you love France so you don't have to break it to me. I also know you hate me."

"Vhat vhy vould you think that?" Germany asks shocked.

"I saw you with France in the living room and I figured out you hate me by myself." Italy silently cries.

"It's not like that at all. Italy I-"

Italy hangs up and cries into his knees. "I-I don't want to be lied to." He whispers to himself.

On the other end of the phone Germany was upset. He was finally going to tell him but Italy was thinking the opposite so he never got a chance.

'Do I really seem like I hate him? I've messed up so badly.' He hangs up the phone and just sits there staring blankly at his own house. A single tear rolls down his cheek.

"aber Italien, ich liebe Euch" He whispers full aware that Italy couldn't hear him.

words/phrases to know:

aber Italien, ich liebe Euch= but Italy I do love you (German)

ichliebe dich= I love you (German)

mon petit ami= my little friend (french)

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