Romano: I don't know why Italy likes France so much. He was annoying and treats me like I'm five. I hate it. I finished eating and ruffled Italy's hair on my way out of the kitchen. I chuckled as he called after me to not touch his hair. I went into the bathroom and hopped into the shower. I looked down at my body and what I had done. I was still really skinny, too skinny, but it was getting better. I had no more cuts only scars and the bruises were done. Sorrow washed over at me, shaking my head to clear my thoughts I got out then headed to my room. I got dressed and put on another hoodie. If we were going to France's house I wasn't going to let him see my arms. I headed over to Italy's room and found him on his bed. "Italy get dressed if we're going to France's and I need my razor to shave." "Let me get mine. I sent yours with Spain." "Why did you send it with Spain...never mind forget it I'll just use yours. Get dressed." "Ok Romano." I left his room and went back to the bathroom. I got his razor and shaved my face then put the razor back. Then I went back into Italy's room and laid down on his bed. "Italy do you want to do anything for your birthday?" "Oh... I haven't thought about it..." "Well we can do anything you want. I'll pay for it." "Ok... I'll think about what to do." "Okay...anything you want to talk about...I've not been paying attention to you so I don't know what's been going on in your life." "Not really..." "Really? Nothing's happened?" "Nothing important." I rolled my eyes and sighed sitting up. "Italy I don't care if it's important or not...I've been a bad brother and want to make up for it..." " No you've always been a good brother to me." "Yeah right. Especially not lately..." "It's fine Romano..." "It's not though...I feel terrible doing this to you. Grandfather Rome would be disappointed in me." "I don't care Romano, just don't doing anything like that again." "Okay Italy." I stood up and hugged him. I let go and did up his shirt like we were little again. I took his hand and we went downstairs to get our shoes. "Hey Romano, why did you start doing all this stuff?" Italy asked me on our way downstairs "Because." "Because why? Was it something I did that made you start doing this?" "No it wasn't you Italy." "Then what was it?" "France..." "WHAT! How did France make you start doing stupid stuff." "Just stuff he said Italy. Don't worry about it, you're too young right now for me to go into details." "Romano I'm not a little kid anymore!" he said stopping suddenly "I know, I know. It's just..." "Just what! I hate when you treat me like I'm a little kid." "I'm sorry Italy...I'm just trying to protect you from becoming me..." "I don't need protecting anymore." I sighed and sank to the floor. "I'll always protect you though...I don't know how to stop.I don't want you making the same mistakes I have." "I won't, but I need to make my own mistakes for once." "Okay Italy...I'll trust you. I'll stop mothering you." "Thank you Fratellone." I nodded and grabbed my shoes. I sat down and put them on. I waited for Italy to put his on then ran out of the door. "Race you to the town square." I called over my shoulder. He laughed and ran after me. As I was still healing he beat me there. I got to the square and had to stop so I could actually breathe. I smiled at Italy and grabbed his hand. He smiled back at me and we headed towards France's house.
Spain: I went to check on Italy and Romano. When I got to the house there was a note on the door "Spain, if you come Italy and I went to France's house. Don't worry we're both doing fine. See ya later. Romano" I sighed and went inside. I saw that Italy had gotten carried away with breakfast, again. I smiled shaking my head cleaned up and put the food in the refrigerator. I went to wash the dishes and noticed two plates in the sink. I smiled knowing that both of them had eaten something. I cleaned up the house for them then went home. I left their bedrooms alone though, they could clean those up. At home I ate lunch then sat down to read a book.
Italy: After I beat Romano at running, which I was very good at, we went to France's house. I still wanted to know what France had to do with Romano doing all the stuff he did, but I gave up for now. When we got there I rang the doorbell. We waited for a second and the door burst open. "Ohh my little Italy and his brother have come to visit me!" "I have a name you know..." Romano muttered angrily under his breathe. "Hi France! How have you been?" "Good, good. Now are you and your brother hungry I was just making lunch. Come inside." We were rushed inside, and Romano tried to tell him what his name was. "Did you make some pasta France?" "Nope, but I made something super yummy. Now come to the kitchen Italy." "What about Romano?" "Oh yes your brother can come too." I followed France, and looked at Romano who looked like he wanted to punch something. I sat on a chair in the kitchen and watched him cook. As the food finished he just kept giving us more food. I gladly ate it but Romano just seemed to pick at it. "Romano is something wrong?" "France is what's the matter." "Oh come on Romano just eat the food it's good." Then France jumped between us and said "Ohh yes taste it, you will love it just like your brother." "What if I don't want to try it France, what then." He said with clenched teeth. "Romano just eat it." "Ohh Italy I don't think you brother likes my food little buddy." "No just you..." "Romano! Be nice." "Fine." "Now eat something you're still too skinny not to eat." "Fine..." "Italy is something wrong with your cute brother?" Before I could answer Romano got up "I have a name , dang it, use it you idiot! And yes there is something wrong with me but it's none of your dang business! Italy I'm going home." He yelled at France and left the house. "I'm sorry France about Romano, I've got to go after him before he does something stupid again. Thanks for the food." I gave him a hug and ran after Romano.
Romano: I yelled at France then left. I ran the whole way home. I ran upstairs and slammed my bedroom door. I went to the bathroom and got Italy's razor. I rolled up my pants so Italy wouldn't notice the cut and cut my leg. I watched the blood flow. I cleaned off the razor and put it back then cleaned up the blood. I put the rag in the wash so Italy wouldn't see the blood on it then I laid down on my bed and cried myself to sleep after throwing up whatever food I had eaten already.
Italy: I ran out and I couldn't see Romano. I ran home and still couldn't see him. I went upstairs, and found his door closed. I opened it and found him asleep on his bed. I didn't want to wake him, but I needed to make sure he was okay. So I sat down next to him a shook him "Romano wake up." He just groaned and muttered "Go away Italy." "No Romano not until to talk to me. Now get up!" "What do you want?" "What did you do when you got home?" "Went to bed." "Is that all? Please don't lie to me Fratellone." "Yes Italy, that is all." I sighed I knew he was lie to me, but he didn't seemed want to talk to me. I left him alone, and went downstairs. Mostly by instinct I called Spain. "Hello Spain I need to talk to you." "What is it Italy?" "Well we went to France's house and then Romano got mad at France and rushed out. I went after him, but when I got here he was asleep. I woke him up and asked him about it, but I could tell he was lying to me." "Well what do you think he did?" "I don't know, but unless he knows where I hide my razor, he probably didn't cut himself." "Italy I'm sad to say this, but he probably found it." I sighed "So he probably cut himself and probably something else too." "I'm sorry Italy, he'll probably be fine." "I guess you're right Spain... Thanks." I hung up and went to the kitchen, and did the only thing that could clear my head. Cooking, and I didn't really care if I went over board. I would just call Spain and Germany or something.
Romano: I had lied to Italy and that hurt alot but I couldn't tell him what I did. I just couldn't, I didn't want to hurt him again. I laid back down and fell back asleep. I was asleep for hours before Italy woke me up. "Romano get up I have food downstairs." "I'm not hungry." "Come on Romano it's your fault I started cooking so come eat some of it." "Fine." I stood up and Italy dragged me downstairs. He pulled me into the kitchen and I saw the huge mound of food covering the table. "Uhh Italy I can't eat this much." "I know just eat some of it." I started to argue but thought better of it. I sat down and ate as much as I could then when his back was turned I booked it back to my room. I locked the door and headed to the bathroom. I forced myself to throw up dinner and then I locked the door to the bathroom on my way out. I sat down on the floor by my bed when I saw something glinting under my bed. I leaned down and crawled under. When I came back out I was holding my pocket knife. I smiled and slipped it under my mattress. I changed into pajamas and went to bed.
Italy: I had dragged Romano to dinner, and then when I turned around to see if I had forgotten to put any of the food out, he had left. I sigh and called Spain again. "Hey Spain you want to come over? I kinda made a lot of food, and Romano ate some of it and now has disappeared." Then Spain yelled at me to find Romano, and that he was going to get Germany and come over. I put the phone down and went upstairs. I knocked on Romano's door "Romano are you in there?" I didn't hear anything so I grabbed my spare key and unlocked the door. He was just laying in his bed. "Romano why do you keep running away today?" "Because...I don't know what to do...so I hide where no one can bother me...or at least that's what I try to do." "Ok then. Well Spain and Germany are coming over and before they get here I want you to tell me what you've been doing. I know you've been lying to me so please don't Romano." "Italy I've been lying on my bed or sleeping." "How about before that? I can see the bathroom door is locked and that means you're trying to hide something." "I was just locking it to keep people out." I was trying not to get mad at him but he was making it hard. "Why don't you just tell me the truth Romano?" "What do you think I did?" "I don't know. Why do you think I'm even asking?" "I...I thought you would have an idea...I'm sorry...I'm a jerk." He still wasn't telling me anything and I couldn't help but get even more mad at him. "I don't care but I still want know." "I threw up okay." "And..." "That's it Italy. I forced myself to throw up then locked myself in here." I still didn't believe he was telling me everything. "Fine whatever I'm going downstairs, and you should come and eat more food. If you keep throwing it up you're never going to be a normal size." I left his room and went downstairs just in time for Spain and Germany to get here. We sat down at the table and ate.