Hi guys! I know it's a long time since I last updated my story and I'm deeply sorry for that. I had some writer's block and lack of any kind of inspiration. But this time, this chapter is painstakingly short because it was a chapter I had written long ago that was supposed to be in the place of Last Friday Night but I never finished it thanks to being lazy. I told myself before I had written this one that whatever song that came up on my iTunes list would the next chapter I would write about and guess what? Beyonce was first and I thought it would be fitting after what had happened in the last chapter. XD Well hope you guys will remotely like this one because I definitely have another coming with Germany's P.O.V next and I promise it won't be so long when I post it. Until then, adios mis amigos!
I own nothing in Hetalia: Axis Powers
To the left, to the left,
To the left, to the left,
To the left, to the left,
Everything you own in the box to the left...
Italy's P.O.V.
There were boxes everywhere. Some were labeled as Germany's things and some were still empty, waiting to be filled. Italy watched Germany as he packed the last bit of his clothes in his suit cases. His arms crossed, leaning against the door way almost as if he was using it as a crutch. He had helped Germany pack some of his things only to help sort out what was his and what wasn't. It wasn't that he actually needed help with that, it's just sometimes when you're living with somebody there's always something that they may have borrowed from you for so long that it basically becomes part of their possessions and you may or may not want it back depending on the living situation.
Italy heard the sound of a zipper being pulled and a grunt from the German man as put the now heavy roller suit case on the floor. Germany walked over to the other side of the room pulling the rolling suit case after him and set it against the wall along with his other stuff that had been packed up already. He then walked to the closet and took out some things that were gathering dust and small cobwebs due to centuries of neglecting them, making sure not to touch Italy's belonging in the process because they were his and his only.
In the closet that's my stuff yes if I bought it then please don't touch,
You keep talking that mess that's fine,
Could walk and talk at the same time and,
It's my name that's on that jacket,
So remove your bags let me call you a cab,
Standing in the front yard telling how I'm such a fool,
Talking about I'll never ever find a man like you,
Got me twisted
No words were spoken as this was happening. Italy did not want to hear anything that Germany had to say and vice versa. The tension between the two was so thick you could cut it with a butter knife thanks to their intense, heartbreaking fight they had got into earlier about Germany's "night out" with his brother Romano. Not only were they not speaking but also the promise the Germany made to Italy the other night when they got together and made plans last week was now broken as well. That promise that Italy held so near and dear to his heart was now nothing more than empty lie to him. Lies don't do well the Italian man and certainly he was not going to take that from the person he truly loved the most in this world. However, Germany wasn't the only man he could love either.
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
Matter of fact, he'll be here in a minute baby
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinkin'
You're irreplaceable
(To be continued...)