Narrator POV

Italy walked to Germany's house, disregarding this morning's weird encounter. He walked down the dirt road—if it could be called that. More like a path of land that didn't have as much grass growing there.

There were various animals chattering around him. Italy was in a fairly happy mood today. His amber eyes took in his surroundings. It was times like these he was glad he didn't live in the city. So much beauty. So much freshness. It all reminded him of when he was happy.

"Ve~ Germany, Germany!" Italy pounded on the door of the house before letting himself in. "I'm coming in~" he chimed.

"Really? That sounds like fun," Germany sounded a bit different.

Italy walked around the corner to find him sitting on the couch with a smile on his face. He was wearing his usual black tank top and casual pants. His hair was slicked back, yet it was a bit more messy than it would have been if he went out. The smile broadened and let a low laugh escape.

"Okay, I'll mention it," he said, then after a pause he added: "Yeah. Sounds good. Bye."

Germany flipped his phone shut and turned to Italy standing behind him. By the way he looked at him obviously he heard him knock and knew he was there. He opened his mouth to speak, but Italy beat him to it.

"Who was that?" Italy asked a bit timidly, fearing the answer.

"Oh, remember that waitress from yesterday?"

Italy's POV

"Oh, remember that waitress from yesterday?"

My heart sank at the mention of it. Yes… I do remember… How could I forget?

"Yeah! That was her?" I tried my best to not show my depression. I had to admit, it was difficult.

"It was. She actually invited us to a date," pink tainted his cheeks.

"Us..?" I said quietly.

"A double date. Her friend is coming, too,"

I had no idea what to say—what to think. I felt my heart flip over and fall into a vat of acid. It ate and ate and ate at my heart… but it was too damaged to even be recognized as such. What a pathetic thing…

"Score! This sounds like a lot of fun! When is it?" I asked, making sure not to look at him. I closed my eyes like that silly expression, but tried not to make it look like normal. Germany could tell now.

Don't look at those eyes. You can't look at those eyes…

"Tomorrow for dinner," he replied.

I let my happy façade drop as I spoke: "Oh… Darn… I have to visit Lovino tomorrow…"

This was bad news… I could show my sadness right? Sure not for the right reason, but Germany would never look let alone speak to me again if he knew the true reason behind my transparent tears.

"Woah, hey," his voice got softer, "It's… It's okay. There's always next time. No need to get so depressed over this little date."

Germany patted my shoulder and it took all my strength not to start crying right there. It's not some stupid date! I don't need any date… I don't want any date! Dates are—Dates are stupid! I hate dates! What is this stupid world anyways that we have to go on dates… Dates are dumb… Unless it's me and you…

"I guess I'll call Tabitha," he said, turning back to his phone that laid on the coffee table.

"Tabitha?" I already knew but I couldn't help the name that ripped through my vocal chords.

"That's her name. Her friend is Anya," Germany no longer looked at me. He looked at that stupid phone. His fingers pressed a few buttons. "I already put her on speed dial."

"Nice!" I tried to say happily but it came out a weird squeak.

Germany paid it no mind though. His phone ringing drowned out my voice. It drowned out my feelings. My heart. I hate that phone.

"Hey, Tabitha," Germany's voice sounded strange again. "I talked to him. He already has plans tomorrow." After a pause, he added: "Oh, I don't know…" he turned to me, "Feli, is it alright if I still go?"

The pet name crawled out of his lips. Such a silly, happy name that somehow I heard as twisted lie. Of course he couldn't call me "Italy" in front of a human, but honestly, that just destroyed me.

"Of course! Enjoy your date! I should probably go home and pack for Lovino anyways."

Germany nodded in response to me before turning his full attention to the accursed phone again.

I made my way to the door. I wanted to leave quickly but my traitorous legs only moved at such a slow pace it was sickening. I could hear Germany conversing with his new… friend? More than that..? How different his voice sounded when he talked to her. I've never heard that tone when he was talking to anyone else… Not even to me… What made her so special? I finally reached the door. Finally. And heard Germany laugh. I swear I've never wanted to leave him so badly before.

It was darker now. Clouds threw a dark cloak over the sky. Hiding from me again huh?

The nature seemed to make menacing, mocking faces at me as I passed them. The beautiful birds had fled, now ravens and vultures' dwelled out here, devouring a pour squirrel.

Hey little buddy, me and you are the same. I thought. Except you have an easy way out. I'm stuck here… Because I'm a nation… Nations can't die. I let a dark chuckle escape before I continued: What I would give to be a human… Vulnerable enough to end all of this…

I finally reached my house and fell onto my mattress once again, similar to the night before. The mattress made me give a small bounce as I landed on my back, arms spread. I sighed before picking up my phone and flipping it open. I pressed the buttons slowly.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"What do you want?" Lovino grumbled from the other line.

"I was just wondering," I said softly, tiredly.

"Mind if I visit you tomorrow?"

Thank you for reading! Actually this was quick for another update XD I didn't write much last time (Since most was prewritten) and I wanted to write :3 I'm not a cusser so I didn't really make Lovino cuss, but you can use your imagination. :) Thanks for reading and remember to review!