Hello everyone! Did you miss me? This chapter switches between Romano and Germany a lot. Italics only in this chapter mean Romano's thoughts.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Hetalia.

Germany speeds to the house. He doesn't bother to knock as he reaches the house. All he cared about right now was finding Italy. Right as he enters he sees blood on the floor and the shattered vase on the ground.

'Mein gott...'

He follows a trail of small blood that led to a small bathroom. Germany twists the knob but it's locked. He didn't let this stop him. He backed up a few steps before ramming the door with his full force. The feeble wood door broke under Germany's power. Germany looks towards the bathroom floor and right at Italy. Germany hurries over to him and scoops him up in his arms. He sees that Italy had a poorly dressed wound on his shoulder. The band aids were red with blood so Germany carefully took them off to redress the wounds properly. He wasn't prepared for seeing the two words carved into Italy's skin and to be honest he felt furious at the only person who would have done something like this to Italy. 'Romano must have either read the text or got Italy to confess to him his feelings for me. I can't believe Romano calls me a bastard. He is sick in the head for doing this to poor innocent Italy.' Germany makes sure to patch up this wound as best as he could. He brushes the hair out of Italy's face and gives him a quick little kiss on the forehead. His face was more pale than usual because of blood loss.
'he looks so fragile and delicate.'
"I promise that I vill never let Romano hurt you again. Italy I never vant to see you so in pain again." Germany whispers to Italy who is still unconscious.

(now to Romano)
Romano had been driving around for about ten minutes now. He was so angry.
Why does fratello love the fucking potato bastard more than me? All the potato bastard would bring is pain and suffering but if Feli loved me I would make sure to make sure he feels loved and cared for. I thought for sure he gave up on that bastard and was a step closer to falling for me.

Romano huffs as his grip on the steering wheel tightens turning his knuckles. He felt like he needed to hit someone or something. He pulls the car into an empty parking lot and parks. He knew he needed time to cool off before he approaching his brother again or any one else for that matter. Romano sighs upset.

If Feli would just notice my feelings and forget about that fucking bastard then everything would be fine and every one would be happy... Well except for potato bastard but no one cares about his fucking feelings. When I get home I'm going to burn everything in the house that has anything to do with that bastard.

He sat in the car trying to lose just a small bit of his anger. After about ten minutes he realized it wasn't working. He also realized he wasn't going to feel any better until something happened that got Germany to leave and when Italy finally returned his long awaited feelings... even if he had to force the feelings out of him. An insane spark in his eyes shone through as he started the car again.

I'm going to claim what is mine and get rid of that stealing bastard. The quicker the better.

He smiles evilly and starts driving back to the house.

(Back to Germany...)

Germany lifts Italy off the floor and brings him to the car.

'I'm never going to let Italy go ever again. Romano is far too abusive to Italy and that will never change. As soon as I can get him away from Romano I am going to make sure that Italy gets treated right.'

He carefully places Italy in the passenger seat of the car. He walks into the house and grabs Italy's suitcases that were still packed up. He puts the suitcases in the back of the car before pulling out his cellphone. He calls up Prussia.

"Hallo?" Prussia's voice echoes through the phone.

"Bruder I called to tell you that me and Italy are going to stay at a hotel for a couple days. If Romano somehow reaches you tell him that you have no idea vhere ve are."

"I will if you say, 'Oh bruder you are so awesome and I am lucky just to bask in your awesomeness.'"

Germany sighs. "Is that really necessary?"

"Ja now say it."

"Fine. Oh bruder you are awesome. I am lucky to bask in your awesomeness." He says annoyed.

"That wasn't very heartfelt, but I guess I'll except it."

"Just remember to not tell Romano anything." Germany hangs up.

Germany puts his phone away and gets back into the car. He reaches over and buckles Italy seat belt before buckling his own. He looks over at Italy concerned. He hadn't woken up at all since he last talked to him. His breathing seemed normal so he should be fine. Plus it was harder to kill off a personification than a regular person. That didn't stop his concern though. He started the car and drove to a nice German hotel that he knew the owners of. When he gets there he talks to the owners and they give him a room. He some how managed to carry both the suitcases and Italy in to the room. He walks into their hotel room and lays Italy on the bed and sets the suitcases down before realizing something. This room only had one queen sized bed in it. Luckily Germany realized that the small couch in the room was a pull out bed so he decided to sleep on that.

In the morning Germany woke up to the sounds of Italy crying in his sleep. Germany rushes over to the bed and tries to wake him up. Italy wakes up and clings to Germany.

"I had the worst dream ever! Fratello killed everyone and then took me away when I was calling for help." He cries into Germany's shoulder.

"It's okay. It vas just a dream." Germany awkwardly tries to calm Italy down. He wasn't used to comforting people.

"I know I'm just scared that fratello will actually hurt you if he comes after us." Italy whispers.

"Don't vorry. I am strong enough to take him." Germany replies.

Italy smiles weakly at Germany. "I'm going to go to the bathroom to change the band aid on my shoulder."

"Okay." Germany lets Italy go. Italy walks into the bathroom and grabs the first aid kit. He unravels the gauze and looks at the wound in the mirror. Tears fill his eyes as he sees the words carved into his skin.

A few tears roll down his cheeks as he remembers a time when Romano cared for him but didn't hurt him.

(Romano, the Italy's house. the night before.)

Romano slams the front door open. He searches the entire house trying to find his brother and Germany. He sighs when he can't find them.

It's a shame that it couldn't be easy but then again it wouldn't be much fun if it was.

Romano gathers all of the stuff that belonged to Germany in the house and every picture that was of him. He tosses the items in the fireplace and starts a fire with it. He locates a few of his pocket knives and tuck them into his pockets.

Tomorrow it's off to the potato bastard's house. If he wants to play cat and mouse so be it.

Thank you for reading! Please review and all the other wonderful stuff you guys do! I hope that you had an amazing week.

Hey, this is the author's awesome friend, tealgirl713!

I am as awesome as Prussia!

And now everyone else in the room is saying that's a lie.

They suck.

BTW, I did not write this chapter, I just wanted to bug my friend.

Yay for burning things!

Peace out, random peoples!