Guys, I'm so so so so so sorry.

It's been a while since I last updated this, a long while.

I could ramble on and say that I was busy with university and moving house and blah blah blah but that's only half the story.

You could say that I got fed up of writing for a few months, I had no motivation to update any of my stories at all, but then one day as I went on to to check out some fics I realised just how long overdue this chapter was.

So here it is.

It's kind of short, since I found it half written from the end of last year on my computer and had to sort of remember where I was trying to go with it, though I can say it's not one of my best, but i'm glad it's finally here! the next chapter will be much better I can assure you, though the updating process wont be a stable schedule, i'll update when I can, possibly once a month? that's the best I can manage at the moment guys since I do have a final show to prepare for in university, it's extremely stressful!

I'd really appreciate some reviews too, so I don't feel like i'm apologising to myself ;-.-

again, i'm really sorry! I hope you all enjoy the chapter :'D

also i'm sort of posting this half asleep, so i'm sorry if there's any grammar errors if you see any point them out to me because my half asleep mind couldn't see any when I read over it...

Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz.

"You don't think fratello did this, do you Germany?" the small Italian man practically whispered to his much larger German friend.

Germany just stared at the still burning bodies, pausing for a moment as he tried to think of a suitable thing to say to the auburn haired man that wouldn't cause unnecessary fuss and panic. "It's only a possibility at the moment Italy. There isn't enough evidence here to start pointing the finger, as far as we know it could have been an intruder."

They had found the location of this warehouse from a man they had captured a few weeks ago, it was obvious that he knew where Romano was, but kept his lips tightly sealed until Russia took over the interrogation. As soon as they got the location they made their way over there as quickly as they could, only to be greeted by the sight of blood stained walls and burning corpses.

And Romano missing.

He'd sent Spain, America and England to investigate the building a few moments previously, and he was really hoping that they would come back with results, clues and evidence, things that could give them even the slightest hint at where Romano could be.

"Ve, G-Germany.." Italy began to stutter out, but Germany was still lost in his calculating thoughts. Italy fisted his hands into the sleeve of Germany's jacket and started tugging, trying to get the other mans attention.

"G-Germany, hey listen to me" Italy continued with a few more light tugs.

But Germany still wasn't listening.

Italy gritted his teeth together, his worry and lack of sleep causing him to loose his nice personality briefly as he harshly tugged at Germany's arm.

"GERMANY!"

Germany looked down at the Italian clutching onto his arm with wide eyes as he couldn't believe that Italy had just shouted at him. Italy was looking up at him with wide frightened eyes as he raised his shaking arm to point into the rising flames.

"R-Romano… I can see Fratello's shirt in there! T-that's a clue right… right?"

Italy spoke quickly, his breathing getting faster as he continued talking, almost to the point of hyperventilation.

Germany grabbed the smaller man be the forearms and held him still, which caused the young Italian to stop his hysterical rambling.

"Italy, stay focused."

With tear brimmed eyes Italy nodded quickly, biting his bottom lip in an obvious attempt to stifle his sobs.

"But I'm not wrong am I? why is his shirt in there? Is he running around without clothes? Did he get kidnapped again? Germany we need to find him fast, we can't leave him by himself any longer!" Italy asked quickly, confusing the German with all of his quickfire questions, with his arms still on the Italian he gave him a few shakes to try to bring the boy back out from his histerics.

"Italy, please just calm yourself down!" he shouted, at the brink of shouting at the poor boy.

He let Italy go as he turned to gaze into the flames with squinted eyes, his eyes focusing on the remains of a creamy brown material, strikingly different from the black material found on the body. Italy's assumption was confirmed when he caught sight of a military badge that he recognised from the elder Italians uniform.

"Italy this is a very vital piece of evidence"

Italy turned to look at him, his eyes lighting up in hope as he squeaked out "I-It is!"

"Yes, the good news is that your brother wasn't kidnapped again, he escaped by himself"

Italy gave him a confused look as he gazed between the blonde haired man and the burning flames.

"I don't understand Germany"

Germany sighed, he should have expected that the Italian wouldn't follow his train of thought.

"The bad news is that this also leads us to believe that all of this is the handywork of your brother. I can only assume that he threw in his shirt to try and hide the evidence, and quite badly at that."

"How is his shirt evidence?" Italy pressed.

"Blood, Italy. If we are to follow this assumption we can only gather that he threw in the shirt due to the fact that it was blood stained, and if he were to make his escape the only place he could attempt to go would be through the forest which will eventually lead to the nearby town. This means he will come into contact with people, do you understand now Italy?"

"A-a little, I think what your getting at is that if he went towards the town with a bloodstained shirt he would grab a lot of attention and he'd be taken to either a hospital or a police station, that would mean they'd find out it wasn't his blood that he was stained with, t-that is only if he's the one that did it, but I don't think he did Germany! He must have been framed!"

Germany raised an eyebrow, "Who would frame him?"

Italy bit his lip again and cast his eyes downwards.

"I…I don't know. But I do know that fratello would never do something like this, sure he has a really short fuse and a bad personality but I know that he wouldn't hurt anyone! He's as people say all bark and no bite."

Germany could really commend Italy's undying faith in his brother, even if the circumstances were staking up against his favour. He closed his eyes and sighed before letting a small smile ghost his features as he gently laid his hand on the trembling Italians shoulder.

"Of course Italy, we will get to the bottom of this, and the best way to do that is to find your brother and ask him what happened."

Seeing the German smiling caused the Italian to gently smile back at the other, glad to see that he had somewhat swayed the other away from fully accusing his brother. They were here to find him not accuse him of murder!

"Veee~ Germany you mentioned the town before right? Then that would be the next place to start searching! This fire hasn't been here that long so Romano couldn't have gone any further than the town I'm sure of it! We Italians may be fast but we can't go that distance without stopping for a break!"

'Yes' thought Germany, 'The town…Please Romano, stay where you are, let us find you... for Italy's sake…. And for Spain's'

'They need you back.'