Short chapter is short again. Hey guys, long time no see! I know, I know it's been forever since I updated but I don't have any excuses other than sheer writer's block and the longest procrastination period ever.

Now, what I really wanted to say is basically even though this certain chapter is short like my last one, I did this on purpose in hopes that it'll make bigger impact on my story later on if you guys are still willing to follow it. I usually don't listen country songs too often but this particular song seems to fit the general mood of what I was going for even though this chapter doesn't exactly match the lyrics but hopefully that won't bother you too much.

So yeah, whenever the next time I update again it probably won't be this short and sad but I can't guarantee that it'll be a happy long one either. All I can say right now is be prepared because you'll never know what I might throw at you! Stay ready my friends.

I don't own anything in Hetalia. Everything belongs to Hidekaz Himayura (except for this fanfic).

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house,

That don't bother me,

I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out,

I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while,

Even though going on with you gone still upsets me,

There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay,

But that's not what gets me...

Germany watched the rain fall from his window, laying on his old bed while contemplating the past events that had happened over the last few days. He had taken back his residency at Prussia's house since he and Italy had broken up. Since he moved in, Prussia had been unusually more precarious about what happened between the two and tried to cheer his younger brother up but to no avail even though he's one of the main reasons why Germany's going through all of this. He even tried to invite him to come along with his "bad touch trio" gang but not even the idea getting drunk Germany with the "Awesome Prussia" could waver him seeing as how it didn't too well the last time he did. So after a while , Prussia left him alone and went along without him, feeling a bit guilty as he was leaving but he also couldn't be around his moody demeanor for too long either. He told Germany he'd back whenever (which usually meant in really late hours of the night) and not to eat HIS wurst while he was gone and left without saying anything else.

Romano, on the other hand, was certainly not a happy camper about all of this either. He tried to apologize to Italy over the phone, saying that he could've sworn he was with Spain and that the last thing he remembered was Spain going off somewhere with France and Austria and told him to stay there until he got back. Anything after that was fuzzy and it made him sick to think he could do such a thing with that potato bastard. Alas, Italy did not want or need to hear about their escapades and told Romano to not talk to him for a while. Romano reluctantly had to oblige for the sake of his brother's feelings.

The rainy weather seemed to be reflecting Germany's feelings since he moved back, almost as if the universe knew and was sympathizing with him. He rolled onto his side, closed his eyes, and sighed heavily as he listened to the pitter-patter of the rain hitting the window pane, making him want to fall asleep to its sporadic pattern and forget everything that's happened for tonight. He felt something warm roll down his cheek when the memories of him and Italy flashed back through his mind and soon began his silent sobbing once again at the thought of him might never getting to see Italy again. His Italy. The one he realized he loved most in this world and still does...

What hurts the most,

Was being so close,

And having so much to say,

And watching you walk away,

And never knowing what could have been,

And I see that loving you

Is what I trying to do.