Night
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Italy closed the door carefully, hoping it wouldn't creak. Leaving Romano a sleep in the bed Italy crept down the hall towards Germany's room. His door was cracked slightly. Italy cheered up as he snuck into the warm room.
"What are you doing?" Romano asked at a whisper. Italy jumped and turned to face his brother who wasn't sleeping as he thought. He pouted and begged silently as Romano dragged him from the room.
"Now, why did you sneak from the room?" Romano asked menacing.
"Be-because it's warmer here, and-and Germany's kind." Italy replied trying not to stutter.
"Germany, kind?" Romano asked in disbelief. "He's a soldier, treats you like a kid, and picks you up by your collar."
"You don't get it." Italy said firmly. Though his lip quivered he stood tall and looked Romano in the eyes. "You just haven't seen it Germany's kind and nice and you should stop picking on him." Finished saying his part Italy bit his lip and managed to put on the brave front a little longer before falling back to his cowardly self. Romano watched his brother shocked. He never knew Italy to stand up for something when faced with opposition.
"You silly naïve boy;" Romano hissed "Do you really think Germany cares about you?" Romano jabbed at the door with a hand that trembled in rage. "I am trying to protect you." Italy's lower lip trembled and tears welled up in his eyes. Romano realizing this reached for Italy to comfort him. Italy stumbled back, tears falling freely. Without looking back he ran down the hall away from Romano and Germany.