Did you like the last chapter? I was really embarrassed when I wrote it. I was in the middle of english class, and was scared that the teacher was going to read over my shoulder XD

Anyways here's the next chapter, with lot's of brotherly love 3

Please review :D I love to hear ppl's comments, and thx to Red for the translation fix :)

When Italy got home, Romano nearly threw a fit.

"Why the hell are you dressed like that?" he asked grabbing the hem of the skirt. Then he noticed the disheveled state his brother was in.

"Were you crying? What the hell? Did that potato-bastard do this?" asked Romano angrily. "I'm gonna kill him!" he said, about to storm out of the house. Italy grabbed his arm to stop him.

"No, Romano don't…" he pleaded. "This isn't Germany's fault, he didn't do anything…"

"Then what happened?" demanded Romano, agitated that he didn't have a reason to punch Germany.

"I was hanging out with Hungary and she gave this to me," said Italy, refereeing to the maid outfit. "When I was walking home I fell down and hurt myself, that's all," he gave Romano a smile.

Romano didn't believe a word, except for where he got the dress. His brother was never a good liar. Not to mention the fact that there was no dirt on his clothes, which was proof enough, that he hadn't fallen.

He stared at Italy, hoping to figure out what he was hiding, but come up with nothing. He decided not to call Italy up on his lie.

"Fine, just be more careful next time," he said, walking away towards the kitchen.

Italy headed up to his room. He plopped down and buried his face in his pillow. He thought about what had happened between him and Germany. Italy had always enjoyed hugging and touching him, but today, the way Germany touched him…. It was sort of the way Prussia had touched him, but Italy wasn't scared by it. He liked it, the way Germany's hands moved up and down his thighs, the way he squeezed his butt. And if he wasn't mistaken, the thing that had rubbed against him was proof that Germany had liked it too. Italy began to get red just from thinking about it. Then he began to cry. What if Germany hated him now? What if he never wanted to touch him, again? Not even the way they used to? Italy sobbed into the pillow. The floor creaked and he looked up.

Romano was standing at the doorway looking at Italy.

"*SNIFF* F-fretello…" Italy said, sitting up and wiping away his tears.

Romano sat down next to Italy and put his arms around him. "You don't have to tell me what's wrong, but don't just stay up here and cry, "he said. "It doesn't suit your happy-go-lucky personality, Feli."

Italy looked at his older brother. Romano wasn't the nicest person, and he had a habit of being blunt, but when it came to being a big brother, Italy wouldn't want anyone else.

"Thank you, Lovi," he said, snuggling close to him.

"Yeah, well…" Romano blushed, not one to be very affectionate. He stood up. "Get changed and come downstairs. I have some pasta made."

"Okay!" Italy smiled at Romano, glad to have such a great older brother.

"Don't take to long," said Romano, leaving the room.

Italy sighed. He shouldn't get depressed. There were two days before he had to see Germany. Enough time for both of them to clear their heads.

Italy quickly began to change. There was pasta waiting for him.

"Weeeeeeest!" Prussia called out. "I'm home!"

When Germany didn't answer, Prussia, after stopping in the kitchen to grab two beers, went upstairs to look for him.

"West?" Prussia entered Germany's room. He was still in the bed, looking deeply stressed.

"Hey what's eating you?" asked Prussia, looking down at Germany. "And where's Italia-chan?"

Germany groaned in regret when his brother mentioned Italy.

"West, tell me what happened," He said sitting down in the chair next to the bed.

Germany looked at Prussia. Sure he was annoying and always caused him troubles, but he was till his big brother. Sighing Germany told Prussia the whole story.

"Hmmm…" Prussia sat silent when Germany finished talking.

He wasn't quite sure what to say. Of course, he had expected something to happen, but not this. This maid outfit had not been part of the equation. He knew Hungary liked to dress Italy up, but this time she picked the wrong set of clothes. Germany was usually very shy, so normally he would take things kind of slow, but from reading his diary (which he got in trouble for) Prussia knew he had a maid fetish, so it wasn't unbelievable that he couldn't control himself.

He looked closely at Germany, who was looking down, shame on his face. Prussia put a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

"Bruder…What do I do?" Germany asked him. "I-I don't want to lose Italy as a friend….but after this…I just don't know…"

"I don't think Italy hates you west, or for that matter what you did. If he did he wouldn't have….reacted, the way he did. Most likely he felt slightly rejected by you, when you yelled at him," answered Prussia. "You should just apologize."

"Ja, I hope your right," said Germany.

"Of course I am! Kesesesese!" Prussia said, handing him a beer. "Now let's go eat. Knowing you, you've been up here since Italia-chan left."

"Thank you, bruder," Germany said, taking a sip of beer.

"No problem."

Fretello- Brother

Bruder- Brother

Ja- Yes/yeah