~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ludwigs point of view~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I felt as if I was frozen to spot my legs couldn't budge. All I could do was stand here speechless, unable to think or act. This was very unusual to me. I was trained for war, battle strategies was one of my best skills. However in this situation I did nothing except, watch the Italian vanish from my sight.

My mind began to go off like fireworks. H-he confessed his l-love for me.

Italy is so loving to everyone he must have meant it in a friendly way. I tried to convince myself of this but I knew it wasn't true. I slumped down to the grass running my fingers through my sweaty hair. I was the one who made Italy cry and run away what kind of a lover is that. I should have said something to stop him, maybe tell him how how I felt towards him...How do I feel about Italy? My face now a burning scarlet, just at the mention of my affection for Italy. Rain began to hit my face cooling it down a bit from its burning state.

Storm clouds sat on the sky as far as I could see. Something in my stomach twisted at this sight. The weather seemed to mock my feeling when the clouds gave off a low rumble of thunder. The realization that I had scared Italy off into his worst nightmare; now not only was Italy upset he was terrified in this sort of weather. I didn't know what happened but at that moment i was up and running heading to save my Italy. I didn't need to know how strong my feelings were towards Italy, I just knew I loved him enough to not let him cry alone.

Its must have been at least ten thirty by the time I stopped running my heart was pounding in my chest with adrenaline coursing through my blood. "Which way would have he gone?" I mumbled to myself. Where would he go?! Definitely not his brothers can't be my house. All of a sudden I knew where he would go. The old park, I was about a block or two away; That's where Italy went on the worst day of his life.

It was last year in January the coldest year we have ever had. Italy use to have this beautiful silver fur ball named Doitsu. I never understand why he got that name Italy just insisted it reminded him of me. Well Doitsu loved to play outside and anyone can see where this goes down hill.

~~~~Memory

"Germany!" Italy came stumbling in to my office tears threatening to burst from his eyes.

"Wheres Doitsu?!" Now the waterworks began he slid down from the door frame exploding into tears.

I leaped from my seat I took my glasses off and kneeled down beside Italy. " Italy no need to worry he is outside somewhere or hiding in the house again." I smiled down at my ally. "Sniffle.. really?" Italy questioned. "Yes trust me he's fine" little did I know this was going to be the only lie I ever told my friend.

Together we got off the floor and headed for the front door. I garbed my black coat it had a trench coat look but shorter double buttoned as well. I slipped this on accompanied by my German coloured scarf and black gloves. As I was putting on my everyday boots I saw Italy run down the stairs. He was wearing a cute navy blue coat with fur riming the hood, Italy looked adorable in everything he wore. "Germany what else do I need to wear?" Italy chirped. I snapped back to reality " Uhh maybe a hat and mittens" I said with a small grin. " Oh thank you Germany" Italy ran back up to his room. Italy was staing over for the holiday even though it was the middle of January Italy still was in Christmas spirit he still sing Christmas songs too. He was such a child it made me happy to have someone so full of love, If it wasn't for Italy coming over for Christmas I might have spent it alone. Italy came back down stairs now wearing white mittens and earmuffs.

"Ready to go?" I questioned Italy."Ya lets hurry its cold outside, I don't want Doitsu to get sick." he said painfully. We roamed the streets for hours calling out for the lost silver cat. We finally made it to this old park with a playground on one side with frostbitten metal and to the left a large field of untouched snow. I noticed the auburn male inspecting the snow very thoroughly I gave him a questioning look went he throw his head up to look me in the eyes. " Paw Prints" Italy squealed with joy. "Doitu's paw prints Germany look" I turned kept my attention on the overjoyed Italian. I began to suspect what was at the end of this trail, What if the frost got to the kitten before Italy could save him. A little scenario played through my head, Italy holding his silver cat crying his heart out never to love again. The prints were making their way to a little street just at the end of the park. " Doitu?" auburn haired Italy called.

I heard a little ring coming from ahead of us. Without any warning we heard the heart aching sound of breaks and tires shrieking on ice. I didn't have anytime to shield Italy's eyes he was to far ahead. All I saw was a small Italian holding a ash grey cat all out crying holding nothing back. Italy couldn't even speak to the driver who was unable to find the right words. I've seen Italy cry it happens a fair bit however the pain in his eyes when he looked back towards me clinging to his cat was like all the joy was broken inside him. I could only imagine how hard this was for Italy all I could do was hug him, hold him close. Doitu was purring and that's when I knew all hope wasn't lost for my Italian there wasn't any blood stained snow. I shot up like a rocket we borrowed the mans car and we headed straight to the vet.

Romano Italy's older twin. Never understood why Italy thought this was the worst day of his life. Doitu lived through his cold and still lives in Rome as a joyful ashed coloured cat. Even though Romano didn't understand I knew. It wasn't that Doitu almost died because he didn't even get hit by the car he had hypothermia. It was the thought of losing someone you loved.

~~~~~~Memory end

Lightning struck as I was walking, I heard a familiar scream I picked up speed and took off like a bullet. I was getting closer and closer to my lonely Italy. I could hear my footsteps smashing into the cobblestone street. The way was poorly light with old fashion street lamps. With one swept turn I was at the entrance to the park. I was stood there staring at the scene ahead, turkey was there next to Italy comforting him from what I could tell. I failed... I couldn't even protect Italy. I pondered whether I should have confronted Italy and still confused but he didn't need me I should probably just let him cool off from what happened anyway. I slowly started to move back to the cobble stone street practically dragging myself. " G-germny will be looking for me" I heard Italy whimper quietly. My body shot around only making out slight mumbles but this time turkeys hand was holding on to Italy. Jealousy boiled inside me. " Oi" I said as I marched towards my Italy.

Once again the weather matched my feelings as lightning struck out. Italy gave a loud scream and even from where I stood I could tell he was crying; At the sight of the lightning I watched Italy flee in terror. Italy was running into his worst nightmare;A stormy night in a large old forest. My instincts wanted me to beat the hell out of that Turkish man but he got out of the way pretty fast when he saw me coming. I know I didn't have the full story behind turkey reasons for restraining my Italy and making him cry. However seeing Italy cry makes me on edge. I could only send him a death glare as I stormed off after my frightened Italian.

"Thud" the sound Italy made when he reached the entrance of the forest. " Italy!" I said with worry, he had slipped or tripped on something I thought he was going to bawl in pain. To my surprise he stumbled up and proceeded with running.

I guess my training did pay off, Italy was out of sight I must have lost him through the trees and the bushes; No longer hearing the sound of his shoes crunching stray branches. Only logical thing to do now was to wait or start a search, I was a fairly large forest.

" Felicano" I said wandering the path "Felicano." A horrific noise started from so where near by. Rock grinding together it sounded as if I were about to be buried alive by stone. I braced for impact, throwing my arms over top of my head for protection.

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Hehe It hasn't been 2months since I posted...sorry about that.

Anyway how do you want to find Italy first Turkey or Germany?