Chapter 12 – Shocking –

I don't own Hetalia.

[Germany]: I'm glad you don't

HEY!

Let's rewind abit, shall we?

Prussia's lips were firmly against Italy's. Licking his bottom lip for entrance, sadly Italy didn't give in so Prussia forced his tongue. He started to invade his mouth then he started to suck on Italy's tongue. Letting everyone see what he was doing. Prussia gently pulled away; he still had some salvia connected to Italy's bottom lip. "Kesese that was awesome!" He looked back at Italy. Italy's face was red like Spain's tomatoes'.

Prussia opened his mouth but never spoke a word, well he couldn't because he felt a Rusty cold metal bonking him on his head, making his body fall forwards, slamming his face into the floor.

"OI! That was cruel and unawesome!" He turned around and saw a Scary Hungary, slamming his frying palm into her hand, not noticing that her hand was starting to go red but it looks like she didn't care. She only cared about beating the shit out of Prussia…

"Uh… Oh…" He gulped. His face turned white like his hair. Hungary got closer and closer while Austria toke Italy and made him step back abit, hovering his hand over Italy's eyes. "V-Ve~?"

"YOU WILL SUFFER!" She screamed, slamming her pan every time until she stopped at the 59373th hit.

Prussia came out of the room, covered with deep wounds and bruises plus a Frying pan print on his face. "Unawesome…" He lefted, Prussia walked down the hallway and out of the door, walking back to Germany's house.

Back at the Party, America was so shocked, the hamburger that was in his hand slipped out. Prussia… kissed… Italy? He thought… Oh… Dear god! I can't let Prussia steal Italy! I, the Super hero will get my Love! My Italy! He thought again, clutching his fist.

He stood up and starting to slowly walk to the Italian. "Hey dude! Are you alright?" Italy turned and looked at America, His face was still red while his eyes leaked with tears. He bit his trembling lip while he cried softly to himself.

America toke his chance and hugged Italy, patting him on the back. Italy pushed his face into America's Jacket and cried while everyone was looking very sad at the Italian.

They all felt bad, Italy made the party for everyone, even Sealand, and now… the poor Italy that was once happy with everyone was now crying.

Germany quickly went sober. He noticed his friend was crying in America's jacket. Germany was abit Jealous but he guessed it was alright for another friend to smooth him.

"Dude, Stop crying if you do I'll try and make you a… American Pasta!" Italy looked up with red puffy eyes from crying. "Ve… Okay." He smiled at America and he smiled back, brushing his fingers in Italy's auburn hair.

"Let's go." He grabbed Italy's hand. Italy glanced at the hand then back at America, blushing.

America smiled and started to pull Italy's hand and Italy started to follow him. America stopped at his Car. His car was a beautiful blue colour with a Black like hood over the seats.

America kindly opened the door for Italy. Italy softly went in, being carefully to get bang his head at the top of the car's opening.

America softly closed the door, hearing a click. America opened the other door on the opposite side of Italy and went in. He buckled up his safety belt, so did Italy and he placed his hands on the wheel and pushed his foot down on the pedal, twisting the key at the same time to start the car.

The car started to make a sound and America started to drive. After about 10 minutes of driving, he stopped and parked the car. Both Italy and America got out and went to America's front door.

America firmly gripped the handle and twisted it, making the door open. America pulled his arm out and pointed his arm inside, making Italy know that it's okay to go in. "Guests first." He smiled. Italy walked in and America turned around and closed the door.

He started to lead Italy to the kitchen. The Kitchen had a Stove, a large fridge some counters and a Black Marble table with four matching chairs.

America pulled a random chair out. Italy walked to it and sat down, saying his thanks to the American.

America pulled up his sleeves and started to cook, he started to boil the pasta then make the sauce, and he tried to do what the Italian did. After the cooking, he placed the food on a plate and handed them to Italy and he placed his down opposite of Italy.

"Ve~ It smells lovely" "Hehe, Thanks" Italy toke his fork, digging the pasta up and placing it into his mouth. He chewed with a smile on his face then he swallowed the pasta down. "Mmm! Delicious!" He said, clapping his hands. "Thanks." America toke a bite of his homemade pasta. He thought it was alright, but Burgers were better. He looked up from his plate at Italy. Italy had a speck of Sauce on the corner of his mouth so America leaned over the table and licked the sauce off, making the Italian blush.

"You had sauce on you, so I licked it off you." He smiled while the Italy blushed still.

"Y-you could have told me America…" He said pouting.

"Sorry…" He pouted to but Italy just smiled and they both kept eating until the plates were clean.

They picked up their plates and they started to slowly walk up to the sink, but suddenly America heard a loud crash, he turned around and saw the plate in pieces, then he looked up at the sight of Italy… Italy was trembling, he didn't know why but Italy was freaking out.

"Dude!" "Are you okay?" He ran to Italy, placing his hands on Italy's shoulders. "Hol… Ro-"Italy fainted in America's arms. Italy only heard his name "ITALY!"

America lifted Italy up and quickly walked fast up the stairs; he kicked the door open and placed the Italian on the bed.

"Italy… wake up…" he said…

Italy's cheeks started to bleed without any wound to start it.

"I'd guess it's time to call your grandpa… or… him…" he grabbed his phone out of his phone and checked who to call… "Damn, I haven't got his grandpa's number…" He scrolled down and saw 'Germany' in the list. He sighed and pressed it. Then he placed the phone to his ear.

"Guten tag. Vho is this?" Germany said down the phone. "It's me, America. There is another problem with Italy…" "Ja, Okay, Tell me." "Well, I'd made him Pasta and he loved it then we were about to clean up until he dropped the plate. He started to tremble terribly. He said something about… uhm, Hol? Ro something like that then he fainted. After he picked him up and placed him on the bed. His cheeks started to bleed."

"Okay. Grandpa Rome said to me you just need to place a bandage on the bleed then it stops. But then he said if Italy's body started to bleed abit more than it vould then call him." Germany said.

"Alright. Could you give me his number though?" Germany sighed and said the numbers while America wrote them down. "Thanks dude!" "No problem…"

Germany was about to say something but America rudely hunged up. He went into the bathroom to find his first aid kit, after about 1 minute of messing his bathroom to look for a green box with a plus sign on the top. He opened it and toke some bandages.

"Phew… Found them." He walked into the bedroom and cut the bandage with his scissors, making the bandage into two small squares for Italy's cheeks. He placed each one on Italy's cheek and moved it gently, letting the blood form into the white bandage. He lifted it up to see no more blood.

Italy opened his eyes and saw a Blonde guy with blue eyes. "Holy… Rome…" He placed his arms around the guy's neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. America just went along with it and licked his bottom lip, letting Italy know that he wants to do much more so he does. America pushed his tongue in and started to invade, conquering the mouth for himself. After that he suckled and place with the tongue.

He gently pushed away, breathing in air. "Italy…" He kissed again with eyes closed then he opened them, seeing that the Italian has fallen asleep.

"Who is this Holy Rome?" He said to himself quietly. He was quite upset that this kiss was meant to be given to this 'Holy Rome?

He clenched his hand into a fist but slowly unclenched it… Damn it… why was he so Jealous… Why did he want to know who this Holy Rome person was?

He stared at the floor, feeling the jealous feeling inside of him. He hated it… hated so much… he could just take Italy and make him his own… but what if Italy didn't want it? Would Italy hate him from raping him? Would it hurt his life so much? That was the question… the question that America couldn't understand. He walked out quick and he ran to his room, slamming his door shut. He pressed his back against the door and slowly he slide down the wooden door, butt touching the cold floor. He curled up into a ball and pressed his head into his crossed arms. He slowly cried intil he had no tears lefted.

Sad Ending! I know D;

This chapter was all about America and Italy Yum Yum! Well Not yum yum at the end… -.-

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[Italy]: Please don't cry America… *Cries*

[America]: Its just so sad! I NEVER HAD MY BURGER! *CRIES*#

[Germany]: Gott… Well, Next Chapter will be called Happy Life? So be on guard!

[Italy] *Sniff* Bye!

[Germany]: DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS ITALY! *Italy cries more.*