Romano: I laid on my bed for a while longer before I headed downstairs. "I'm out of my room Italy, but that's as good as it get right now." "Fine but why don't you eat something?" "NO ITALY! Don't be so nice to him, he's just being a jerk again." "See this is why I hide away and didn't tell you guys about my problems." "I'm sorry about Germany, but it hurts more when you don't tell me things." "I know...I just don't know how to..." "You could just say it... like what you did after you left France's house." "I went to bed..." "And?" "...threw up." "And?" "And I found your razor and I may have umm used it..." "Not again Romano..." "I'm sorry Italy...I just don't know how else to deal with anything...it helps. I feel better and free afterwards." "How about you just come and talk to me instead of hide, and hurt yourself." "I...I don't know...I'm so sorry Italy." I sank to the floor and started crying. "Romano please don't cry... I'm sorry I got mad at you." "No you...you needed to. I...I deserved it..." I said between sobs. "Romano... I'm sorry, please just stop this stuff." "I...I don't kn...know how..." "Just stop hiding from us, we just want to help you." "Okay Italy." "Now come on please eat something. I know you ate already but you throw it all up." "Okay." I stood up and sat down next to Italy. "Italy you can't be serious! He doesn't tell you anything, and then he goes and throws up all the food you made for him! It's insane!" "Germany, I'm trying to be better and you yelling at me and about me isn't helping! Why can't you just leave it alone for once! We are bloody germans, we do things differently!" "Knock it off! Both of you! Germany quit being mean to my Fratellone, and Romano you don't need to bite people's head of every time you get mad!" I stared at Italy in surprise. He'd never actually yelled at me before. "I'm sorry Italy...I'll work on that too." "Yeah it's not nice France was just being himself, and Germany is just well different." "I'll be right back okay." "Ok Romano." I stood up and went into the front room. I picked up the phone and dialed France. "Hey France, it's Romano. I was over with Italy earlier...yes I yelled at you and I'm sorry...really really sorry...would you like to come over for dinner?...yeah Italy cooked a lot of food and we can't eat it all...okay we'll see you soon then...bye France." I hung up the phone and went into the kitchen. Sitting down next to Italy I started to eat.
Italy: I sat there eating still surprised that I had managed to yell at Romano, and Germany. Then I heard the doorbell, and went to go see what it was. "Ohh hello my little Italy! You brother said you made a lot of food and that I could come over." "Well ya I made a lot... Did Romano really tell you that you could come over?" "Ohh yes." "Ok then... follow me to the kitchen we still have plenty. We went to the kitchen and I found Romano just poking his food, and staring at the floor. "Hey Italy can I go upstairs, I'm not hungry anymore." "Well I guess so as long as you promise not to do anything stupid." "I won't I promise." I let him go upstairs, and I stayed and talked with the others for a while. When we were finished we still had a lot left. So they helped me pack it all, and put it away. Sadly they all had to go home. They left and I went upstairs to Romano's room. He wasn't in there, but I guessed he was probably in the bathroom or something. I sat on his bed, and felt something lumpy. I check under the mattress and found a pocket knife. "Why would he hide a pocket knife from me! I can't believe that I'm trying to help him and he just goes and finds something else to cut himself with." Just then Romano came back. I hid the knife behind me, and smiled at him. "Hey Italy what you want?" "Nothing just thanks for inviting France over it was nice." "Ok... Your welcome, now go to bed it's late." "Ok Romano." I carefully walked out of the room hoping he wouldn't see the knife, and went to my room. I grabbed my razor, and hid it someplace new with the pocket knife. Then I laid down in my bed and tried to sleep.
Romano: I went over to my bed and felt under the bed because I didn't believe Italy when he said he didn't want anything. I pulled my hand out and headed to Italy's room. "Italy do you have my pocket knife?" "Nope." "Italy tell me the truth." "Fine I did, but you're not getting it back." "Italy give the knife." "No." "Fine whatever keep it. I wasn't going to cut with it but nobody trusts me. I'm going to bed." "Romano I'm sorry, but you can't blame me." "Italy why don't you trust me for one night then in the morning see what happens." "I've trusted you since we were kids, but you still did all this." "I know but please trust me just tonight." "Fine..." "Hand me my knife and get some sleep." "You stay here I'll go get it." I stood there while he grabbed it. He came back and handed it to me. "Thanks Italy. Try to sleep...if you need come get in bed with me. I love you Fratellino." I kissed his forehead then turned to head back to my room. Next thing I knew Italy almost knocked me over with the giant hug he gave me "I love you too Fratellone." I turned around and hugged him back. "Get in your pajamas then come sleep with me. Okay?" "Okay Romano." "That is if you want to." "I don't care I just want my brother to be happy." "I am happy but are you?" "Um... Well Sure." "Italy what's wrong?" "Nothing really." "Italy please tell me what's wrong?" "Well for one think you invited France over. Not that I don't like him but it's the fact that you did. Two you think that I don't trust you, even though it's your own fault that I have issues with that. And finally, I'm just kinda tired." "Italy I'm sorry I invited France over I was just trying to make amends...I didn't know it would bother you..." "No it's not that I didn't like that France came over, but it's that you did it since you hate him and all." "I...I don't hate him. He is my older brother too I was just mad at him that's all." "Sure Romano..." "You don't believe me do you?" "Not too much no." "Fine...I guess I deserve it don't I." "Ya you kinda do." "Okay...well if you want to come in." I turned and left. I changed and got into bed. Not sleeping but just thinking. I laid there not caring what happened next. It hurt to know that my own brother doesn't trust me but I guess it's my fault. I rolled over and stared at the wall as tears rolled down my cheek. I hated myself for hurting my little brother so much. The tears came faster until I was sobbing into my pillow.
Italy: I had trusted my brother for some many years, but now I have a hard time. I wanted so badly to trust him but he had betrayed so many times. I changed into my pajamas and then I laid down in my bed. I couldn't sleep, and since Romano had told I could I went into his room. When I found him, he was crying in his pillow. "Romano are you okay?" "I guess so...just hurting cause I've hurt you." "It's okay I'll be fine I'm just worried about you." "I...I know and you shouldn't have to. It's my job to worry about you not the other way around...I feel like I've failed you as an older brother." "But you haven't you've still always been there for me, and you still love me. Sometimes I think about what if It had been me going through all this. Maybe it would have been better if it had been me..." "NO! Italy I...I couldn't stand it if it had been you." "But at least you would know what to do..." "Italy, stop thinking that way. You are my little brother and if you got hurt, especially from you doing it, I would never forgive myself, I would always blame me for it happening." "But but... It wouldn't have been your fault." "I would still blame myself." "Why did you start anyway?" "Because..." "You're not gonna tell me are you?" "Not tonight...maybe tomorrow...I can't bear thinking about it tonight..." "Ok Romano." I climbed into the bed with him and fell asleep.
Romano: I could tell Italy wanted to know why I started but I couldn't tell him why. I laid in bed with him asleep on my arm and thought up fake answers to tell him in the morning. Eventually I managed to fall asleep around one in the morning. I woke up the next morning to Italy yelling in my ear. "Italy! What the heck are you doing? Are you trying to make me go deaf? I swear you are such a kid still." "I'm sorry..." "No, I'm sorry I yelled. You didn't deserve it. What do you need?" "Nothing... I don't know..." "Italy what is...nevermind if you won't tell me then I won't tell you what you asked about last night." "It's nothing... it's childish." "Italy please tell me." "Fine I had a nightmare it's nothing." "Tell me about it. Please." "It was mostly about you leaving, and never coming back because..." "Because what Italy?" "Because you were...dead." "Why was I dead?" "Because you kept cutting and then you left the house and killed yourself..." "Oh Italy..." He started crying so I pulled him into me and let him cry into my chest. It felt like we were little again. "Italy I will never leave you. I promise." "Y...you sure?" "Italy I am positive." "O..okay Romano." "You don't believe me do you?" "No I do it's just I'm scared." "Italy I'm here. There is nothing to fear. Nothing will happen and I won't let you get hurt ever again. I promise." "Ok." "What time is it? I can't see the clock." "seven in the morning." "Oh ok. Well are you hungry?" "Yeah..." "Okay let's go eat." I got up and took his hand and lead him down stairs. "What do you want? We can go out and eat if you want or I can cook." "I like it when you cook." "Okay. Well what do you want?" "Um... I don't know just make something." "Okay." I started making breakfast. I ended up making a recipe that I got from Japan. He called it Nita I think. I dished up two plates and set one down in front of Italy. I sat down and started eating my food. He just sat there and picked at his food. "Italy, either eat or talk to me about what's wrong. I know there's more." "I'll eat..." "Okay..." I sat there even once I was done and watched him eat. I put my head down on the table and drifted off to sleep again.