Romano: I went to my room and sat down on the bed. I don't know why but I couldn't tell Italy about these problems. I just couldn't bring myself to tell him. I curled up on my bed hugging my knees and started to cry. "Romano what's wrong?" "Italy I...I don't know how to tell you what's wrong..." " Just say what's wrong Romano. What have you been hiding from all of us?" "Italy I have depression...and anxiety and and I self harm, I have anorexia and bulimia...and I hate me..." "Romano... why do hate yourself? How long have you been like this?" "About two years..." "Why haven't you told anyone? I'm gonna call Spain." "NO! Italy please don't let me tell him..." "Why not! You need help Romano." "Italy let me tell him...he'll be less mad at me this way...please Italy I'm begging you." "Fine go call him now." "Ri...right now?" "Yes right now." "Okay..." I got up dragging myself towards the door. Looking back and seeing the look on Italy's face I booked it for the phone. I picked it up and called Spain. I could tell he was mad at me. The next thing I knew he was at the house and Italy was calming him down. I sank to the floor scared of what was happening.
Italy: I can't believe that Romano was suffering through all this without telling anyone. I was mad at him but I didn't really know what to do. I was going to call Spain, but Romano wanted to do it himself. He ran downstairs and by the time I got down there Spain was there, and freaking out at Romano. I ran to Spain "Hey Spain knock it off, he already knows you're mad... please don't make things worse." "But...he...he..." "I know, but if we just go all crazy on him it's going to make everything worse." "Okay...then what do we do?" "Just help him stop doing all this." "Okay...how?" I sighed "I don't really know... maybe be nice to him, and make sure he's not alone." "Okay we can do that...wait where did Romano go?" I turned around not seeing him "I don't know... check down here I'll check upstairs." He nodded and I ran up to the bedroom. I opened the door with my key to the room and noticed the bathroom door was closed. I went and tried to open the door, it was locked. "Romano open the door." "No Italy...not with Spain here..." "He's downstairs, now open this door. Plus what does it matter that he's here." "He's mad at me and it's scary when he's mad..." "He was shocked okay. It will be alright I managed to calm him down. Now please come out." "Okay..." He unlocked the door and came out. "Come on lets go downstairs... wait pull up your sleeves." "Why?" "Just do it Romano." "Italy I don't want to..." "Please?" "But...Italy...fine" He pulled up his sleeves, and I could instantly see a bunch of cuts. "ohh Romano..." "I'm sorry Italy..." "Come on I'm sure Spain wants to talk to you." He pulled his sleeves back down, and came down with him.
Spain: I hadn't found Romano down stairs so I sat down on the couch and waited for Italy. When he did come back he was dragging Romano behind him. "Romano show Spain your arms." "Do I have to?" "Yes Romano, he's your friend." "Okay Italy." I watched as Romano pushed up his sleeves and turned his arms over. I saw all the cuts and bruises on his arms. "Romano why?" He stared down at the ground and wouldn't answer. For like five minutes he just stood there until he burst out crying and threw his arms around me. "I'm sorry Spain..." "I hugged him and soothed him running my hand through his hair until he cried himself to sleep on me. I glanced over at Italy and took him up to his room. I came back downstairs and sat next to Italy. "Why does he do that?" "I don't know..." I sighed "Do you want me to stay here the rest of the day or can you handle it?" "Can you stay I don't know what to do... I'm the younger one... why couldn't it be me and not Romano." "Italy that wouldn't be good either...in a way I'm glad it was him in a way..." "How come? If it was me Romano would know what to do." "Yes but what would that do to Germany?" "He would probably just hurt me and tell me to get over it... like always." "That's just the way he comes off...he loves you like family." I know.. but still Romano's smarter than me, like I said he's older than me." "I know but at least he can stop you now." "Ya I guess..." "Go take a nap Italy. Clear your mind...Romano's asleep and won't notice if you sleep with him. Maybe he'll be glad you're there in the end anyway." "Well ok..." "Italy it'll be good for you. I'll start dinner." I got up and left for the kitchen where I started making dinner.
Italy: I listened to Spain and went to the bedroom, and tried to take a nap. It was a long time before I fell asleep. I was just thinking of Romano, and what Spain said, and what Germany would do if it was me. Why did he have to do this stuff to me.
Germany: I sat at home thinking of Italy. Spain had called me telling me about Romano. Everything made sense on why he had been so moody. "I wonder how Italy is dealing with this." The poor little kid must be having a hard time with this. I wanted to go and help him deal with it, but I lots to take care of, and couldn't afford to leave at the moment. " The annoying little brat! How could he do this to his own brother?" Romano never seemed to think about Italy. It bothered me how Romano never really thought about Italy. The little brat didn't even like it that I actually cared about what happened to Italy. Romano seemed to want anyone to get close to his brother. "Why doesn't he let Italy do what he wants for once?" I had just been walking around and almost left the house. I sighed and went to go do some work.