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Romano smiles evilly as he knocks on the door of Germany's house. He had made sure to grab about 8 pocket knives before he came over here. The door opens revealing Prussia who was currently talking on his cell phone.

"Spain I told you before. I'm busy tonight so I can't go drinking with you and France to night. Sorry but my awesome self is too busy. I gotta go." He hangs up and looks at Romano. "Why are you here? I know I'm pretty awesome to hang out with, but you could of called first."

"I'm not here for you bastard." Romano states in a flat tone. "Now tell me where is your bastard of a brother and my fratello."

"Oh those two? I haven't heard from them at all for a couple days." He lies.

"You should really be honest with me. It will only hurt you to lie." Romano pulls out a pocket knife and flips it open so the blade is out. Prussia spots the glimmer of silver from the knife.

He laughs. "You think you can scare the awesome me? You don't scare me at all."

"I should scare you." He swings the knife into Prussia's leg so that he falls the ground, gritting his teeth in pain. Prussia wasn't going to give Romano the satisfaction of hearing the pain that he was in.

"I've suffered through pain and torture from Russia. Compared to that, you are a bed of daisies. If you want to get the truth out of me you'll have to try harder than that." Prussia tells him through his gritted teeth.

"If you want me to torture the truth out of you so be it. Just remember you are the one who requested this."

(Germany…)

"Italy, vhy don't ve go out and go somewhere exciting. I heard that there's a new pasta place that opened down the street." Germany suggests. He wanted to see the happy smile again, even if it only showed for just a few minutes.

Italy's head perked up slightly when he heard the word pasta. Even in the depressed mood that he had found himself in lately he would always get a little happier when pasta was involved. Sometimes pasta helped more than others, but even the slightest was better than no improvement in mood. He leaves the bathroom after wiping his eyes. He didn't want Germany to be more concerned then he needed to be.

"Si that sounds good." Italy replies, managing to smile a small smile.

They walk down to the restaurant. Germany kept sending Italy glances to check if he was alright.

(Romano.)

Prussia was bloody and bruised and tied to a chair as Romano tried to get the truth of the location of Italy and Germany out of him.

"Ich werde stark bleiben, egal was du für mich tun. Ich bin kein Verräter." Prussia hisses in German.

"Tell me now or your fucking bird gets it." Romano holds a knife to the little birds throat.

"Not my awesome Gilbird! Fine I'll tell you. They are in a hotel close by."

"That's all I needed to know. That potato bastard is dead when I find him." Romano starts to walk away.

"You can't just leave the awesome me here tied to a chair!" Prussia shouts after him.

"Sure I can. I don't see anyone here that's going to stop me." Romano tells him still walking away but then he stops.

Prussia sighs in relief thinking that Romano had finally gotten a bit more sane. He was wrong. Romano turned around and walked back towards Prussia merely to collect the pocket knife he had forgotten. He quickily and uncareingly pulled the knife out from Prussia's leg. He wipes off the blood onto Prussia's pants, not wanting to get his own pants dirty with the German's blood. He walks out of the room and out the front door smiling a crooked smile. He was one step closer to finding his fratello and bringing him back where he belonged.

(Germany.)

'Italy seems to be getting better not only physically, but emotionally too.'

Germany watches Italy as he eats his pasta. He was really glad that the small Italian was showing signs of improvement slightly since Italy was freed from Romano's grasp. Germany knew that it would take a little time and effort in order for Italy to act like his normal self again, but he was willing to do anything to help him. He would even give up his own life for Italy if he was needed to. As long as Italy could live happily and in good health, he would do anything to help him acchive overall happiness.

Italy would occasionally try to make some small talk, but he would never ramble on and on about random things going on like he used to. Germany knew that that Italy was lost deep within his heart and would need some time to reawaken and Germany was prepared to wait. The entire meal was filled with silence but it wasn't as awkward or as dense as before. This silence was different. It held opportunity to change and Germany wasn't about to pass the opportunity down.

"Italy, I vas wondering if you vould like to go on a date with me? I know that ve see each other a lot, but ve haven't done anything since I confessed my feelings to you that would be done as couple... Not that I'm saying that the conversation offically made us a couple just... um..." He trails off embarrassed that he couldn't seem to be able to find the right words to say.

Italy smiles at him. "Of course I would go on a date with you. It would be fun to go on a date somewhere with you~!"

"Good. Vhy don't ve have this date after we're done here? Ve could go to the movies if you vould like."

"I would love too." Italy was so happy that Germany just asked him out on a date that a little of the sadness and pain was forgotten. It reminded him that he didn't have to face all of his problems alone, Germany would be here for him through the rough trials ahead.

Phrase to know:

Ich werde stark bleiben, egal was du für mich tun. Ich bin kein Verräter=I will stay strong no matter what you do to me. I am not a traitor.

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