Italy's POV

"Why do you always smile?" Germany spoke abruptly, catching me off guard. "No matter what… you always smile. You take all the insults with your lips curled into a grin. You… Never show anger, sadness, fatigue… You never show anything but happiness. Call me out on this, but you've either got to be a robot or pretty damn perfect not to show such undesirable emotions."

The words ran through my head once and again. Through and through. Tugging at my heart, ripping me apart. Tearing my façade down with a single shot from a pistol. All I wanted to do right now is scream, but I contained myself in Germany's presence. I hadn't the strength to keep up my stupid grin. I just took my unfinished food to the sink, placing it down and pouring the water into it. The words still ran through my mind as the water poured out.

God, what is going on? What's wrong with me that I can't smile so happy-looking anymore? Am I losing my touch? Does Germany hate me now since I'm not "happy"?

I felt the water rising far and reached to turn the sink off. I looked around the kitchen again, seeing Germany had left. He is disgusted with me. He just left. I slowly walked to the table, taking his bowl of untouched pasta with trembling hands.

I clenched my teeth, throwing the bowl down on the floor and screaming. I gripped my hair violently as I fell to the ground.

He's driving me insane. He's driving me insane! It's just everything about him makes me want to hold him forever. His smile. His caring nature which contrasts with his tough looks. He's just so adorable and I want to kiss him. And now… He's the person that breaks this stupid fake smile of mine! This whole show! I never thought it'd be possible to love him more but I'm just proven wrong… And now he probably hates me. I invite him for pasta and he doesn't eat, then he leaves on his own. Sounds like he's soooo in love with me… As if that would have happened anyways.

I didn't bother to pick up the broken bowl and just moved away from it, resuming my position on the floor. I didn't want to do anything… I didn't want to think of anything. My true self was leaking out and I didn't want to be pushed way. I wanted to cover up for the rest of my life… But even now I know that's a silly plan.

Should I just come out now? Stop acting so silly? How would everyone react to this..? Would they treat me like I've gone insane..? I chuckled, I already have.

The frustration just kept building up. Clawing at me. It bite into me with its teeth so jagged like knives and it irritated me. I wanted to die. I've always thought no matter how bad things got, they always get better, but at the moment Germany said those words… I just snapped.

I let out another scream, so sharp it made me wince. I let another escape. Another. Let it all end. One more.

Narrarator POV

I've never seen Italy like that… The image flashed at him again. Part of him wanted to avoid him for as long as he could, afraid of how he would be. Would he be the silly Italy or the one… from the dining room? The other part wanted to run back to his home and see what was going on with the kid… The latter won.

Germany turned around and ran back to Italy's house. He could have walked, Italy was fine it's not like time would make a difference… At least that's what he was thinking, not actually believing.

He got to the front door and was panting heavily from running uphill. He pounded on the door.

"Italy?" he asked warily before shoving his fist against the wooden door again.

That's when he heard a scream. Italy's scream. What's happening to him?! His thoughts were racing. He heard him scream again. The sound that hurt him more than a bullet to the heart.

By now Germany had nearly broken the door down. The door handle was broken out of the door and it swung open quickly. Germany was horrified when he saw the bowl of pasta that he once held in his hands was on the floor in pieces. He tried to locate his Italian friend as another scream broke out. Running to the source, Germany held Italy's arms.

"Italy!" Germany tried to yell, but it hardly matched the amplitude of the hysterical shrieks from the frail boy on the floor. "Feliciano, get a hold of yourself!"

Italy's POV

I felt someone grab me and shock took over my body. I tugged my arms in attempt to get away when I heard my name. Not some country name given to me by force. My name.

"Feliciano, get a hold of yourself!" the words broke through my head like lightning through a night sky.

"L-Ludwig?" I asked hoarsely. "How did you get… How did you get i-in here?"

My eyes finally lifted to meet the blue orbs of my unrequited lover. His eyes widened at my question before stammering.

"U-um that's… I'll pay for it don't worry."

I averted my eyes from his and glanced at the front door. Or where the door would have been. What was around it was what looked like a wooden plank and a broken door handle.

"Wow, I always knew you were strong but that's just insane…" I mumbled.

"I'm sorry…" Germany said. "But… why were you screaming?"

I hardly processed his words before screwing my eyes shut. "Sorry if I hurt your ears," I murmured. "It's just… Hard to explain."

"I've got all day," Germany told me and I felt my heart flutter and constrict.

Germany got into a more comfortable position and I lay my head on his lap as blush crawled onto my cheeks. I lifted my eyes to meet his and I saw pink traitorously taint his cheeks as well.

"I don't know where to start…" I said after a little bit. Did I even want to expose myself to him like this?

"What if I just asked you questions?" he suggested.

"I guess that's okay…" I said quietly.

"Were those smiles fake?" he asked.

I gulped and I could feel my body tremble. I knew this question would come pretty early but I didn't want to answer it completely… I didn't want him to hate me. Since everything he's ever known me for is a lie. All these stupid Lies…

"Yes…" I whispered.

"Why?" he asked the question with a hurt voice. Not demanding. Not annoyed. Not frustrated. Hurt. A hurt that made my heart sting.

"I… didn't think anyone would like me if I wasn't happy. Doesn't everyone need that character in their lives?"

"So you sacrifice your happiness for others?"

"I never said I wasn't happy…" I said in defense.

"I just found you screaming on the floor. Sounds like you're delighted," he fired the next question: "If this silly you isn't you, who are you?"

"I'm not sure," I mumbled and looked away.

"Could I get to know you? All over again?"

"I… I don't want you to see me like this…"

"Like what?"

"This stupid character I am!" I shouted, sitting up. "It's one thing if I'm pretending to be an idiot but I don't want those insults thrown at me to be true. I don't want to fuel their fire. I don't want to be a target in anyone's heart. I want to be perfect so I pretend. I lie. You're the only one that's noticed any of this crap so obviously people are buying it and it doesn't matter. I just want to go back to being how I used to be."

"So you're going to start lying to us again? Just come out of this already! Hasn't anyone told you it's bad to lie?"

The words he spoke stung my heart and ripped the shred of hope I had hanging in my heart. "Hasn't anyone ever told you to lie to protect people?"

"You're not protecting anyone! You're only hurting people. Hurting me. I hate seeing you like this… In so much pain…"

"I'm not in pain," I said begrudgingly and turned on the old goofy smile with the voice to match, "Ve~ I'm so happy!"

"STOP THAT!" Germany shouted loudly as my smile melted away.

"I'm done with all of this," I said more to myself than to him, standing.

I started to run out of the open "door" and down the hill my house was on. I heard shouts of my name but ignored them. I just wanted to leave everything. Everyone. I didn't even look where I was going, I was just running. I don't want to know what Germany thinks of me now. The monster that lays inside of me.

I felt a tug on my wrist, "FELICIANO!" I heard a yell.

Then it all felt so slow. So dramatic like in those stupid American movies. One minute he was right behind me and the next he was on the hood of a speeding car.

I heard a lot of honking and people shouting, demanding if he was okay or not, but all I saw was Germany and the car that just hit him. The car that he pulled me out of the way from.

"L-Ludwig," I whispered as tears blurred my vision.

"Call an ambulance, someone!" a stranger shouted and others got on their cell phones.

I stared aghast at the small blue car with a cracked windshield and a cracked Ludwig over top. Drops of his blood were seeping through the cracks making a revolting picture that burned into my memory.

"Luddy…" I whispered again, "Stop laying around," tears slipped down my cheeks as I hovered over his body, "Get up… Please…" I put on my fake smile that was now ripped to shreds. "Ve~ Germany, Germany! It's all going to be okay!"

I'm so mean ;-; More POV switching~ Regardless, I hope you enjoyed it to some extent! I wrote this listening to I Hate You Don't Leave Me by Demi Lovato :3 Don't forget to tell me what you think in the reviews! Ve~ It would make me happy!