Hello again all. *dodges more tomatoes* Sorry! I know it's been almost 8 months since I last updated! I have just been SO busy, and I lost my journal again… Sorry… Anyway, I know you guys don't want to hear any more of my excuses, so here it is!

DISCLAIMER;

Although I wish I did, I do NOT own Hetalia- Hidekazu Himaruya does. . If I did, I would have a LOT more time to update my fanfics, AND this would actually be in the show! Anyway, enjoy!

Warnings: Rated M for a REASON (STRONG language in this chapter.)

Italy's POV
The ride home was uncomfortable, with Romano's cursing and my guilt seeming to make the car heavy. I couldn't believe I had done it again. And this time I had even paid for it! I buried my face in my hands. I was SUCH an IDIOT! I tuned into Romano's complaints just to try to take my mind off how much this would hurt Germany if she ever found out.

"Why couldn't you get the Potato Bastard to pick you up!? I can't believe you ditched a WORLD MEETING, which meant I had to fucking drive to fucking BERLIN, where I had to sit through a meeting with the Tomato Bastard trying to kiss me and calling himself Boss, while Prussia tried to break up England and the French Fucker's fight! Then I have to come pick you up in the middle of fucking nowhere Germany!.." I tuned him out again. He'd just keep going until his voice box disintegrated into dust.

I sighed as we pulled into the garage, climbing out of the car, slamming the door on Romano's curses and anger. I needed to do something. My hands and brain needed to be busy. It was almost lunch time, so I decided to make some pasta. Pasta always made me feel better. As I put some water on the stove to boil, I saw the vision of Germany in that dress once more. I shook my head; it was too painful to think of Germany like that right now. She could NEVER find out!

Days passed before my guilt subsided enough I could see her. I hadn't even checked up on her yet. I felt horrible, so I decided that I would make her a pasta dinner with some wurst to make it up to her. I knocked on her door, holding my trusty pasta pot and some ingredients I knew she didn't have. She opened the door, freezing when she saw me.

"Ve~ Hi Germany! Sorry I haven't been to see you in a while! I've been… busy… But I thought I could make you dinner to make up for it!" I looked closer at her, there were tears in her eyes, and in fact, her eyes and nose were deeply red and puffy, her skin blotchy. It looked like she'd been crying for days on end. "Ve~ Germany, what's wrong?" She slammed the door in my face. I was shocked. I thought coming over to cook her dinner would make her feel better. What was I doing wrong?

3rd Person

Germany didn't cuss often, at least not without a good reason, but she thought this was a pretty good damn reason. She threw her back against the door, partially to keep him out, partially to have something to lean against.

God! What the fuck was wrong with him!? He swore he would remember, forgot, and now he wanted to make me dinner? She felt her knees give way, slipped down the door to the ground and began to silently weep. "Gott Italia… How could I have been so stupid? I knew I shouldn't have given you my virginity… Not when you were drunk," she whispered into the still air, her voice hoarse and heavy with tears to be shed. She stood, unable to take the closeness to him; she needed to get away from him. She headed to the back yard to play with Blackie, Berlitz and Aster, that always calmed her.

Upon hearing her fervently whispered words, Prussia stood and made his way to the door angrily. Throwing it open, he commanded, "Oy! Italy! Come here!"

Italy turned at the call. He was halfway to his car almost to his car when he looked back. "Prussia?" He suddenly became hopeful. Maybe he knew what was wrong with Germany. He almost ran back towards the other country. "What's wrong? Why is Germany so sad?" His curl sank; he just couldn't figure it out. He didn't have the time to try again, because as soon as he was close enough, Prussia grabbed Italy's collar and slammed his forehead into the face of the smaller nation. A loud 'THUNK' resonated from the collision. Luckily for Italy, nothing was broken, but his vision blurred and spun. "Ve~! Prussia why are you..." He didn't get to finish because Prussia lifted him up and slammed him against the wall.

"You fucking pasta whore!" He slammed Italy against the wall again, hard enough to make Italy cry out in pain. "How dare you take my sister!"

"What do you mean, Prussia? Your sister's right inside! I haven't taken her anywhere…" Prussia looked dumbfounded before clenching his teeth, swinging a tight fist into Italy's stomach.

"Don't act coy! I heard it from her own mouth!" He hit him again, with as much force as he could muster. A thought popped into his head and he yelled into Italy's face. "I swear on Fritz's grave I will fucking destroy you if you got her pregnant!" He hit Italy's jaw, hard enough to hear a crack. "Did you even use protection?" Prussia spat into the younger's face, almost growling with anger. "I bet you didn't you… you… you fucking dummkopf!"

"Prussia, I don't know what you're talking about! Please stop!" Prussia let go of him, turning and seeming to start his exit, only to turn around and deliver a swift high-kick to his chin, throwing him backwards onto the floor of the deck, blood leaking from his mouth to land on the polished wooden panels.

"Now you're bleeding on our deck, you Italian bastard!" Prussia picked him up again, his red eyes burning and blazing with fury. "Tell me, was she good!? For a virgin!?" He stressed the virgin part in his anger.

"I… I didn't…" Italy's head was spinning so badly he could barely focus on the scary man in front of him. He was suddenly dropped again as Prussia took a break from beating him to pace the deck, muttering about how he could find a way to fix all of this. All of what, Italy didn't know. But suddenly Prussia was advancing on him again, and Italy tried to escape, but he soon found himself corned between the railing and the house. Still he tried furiously to crawl away, unable to use his legs in that moment. Prussia pressed his book against Italy's chest to stop him from moving. When he spoke, his voice would've instilled fear in even the bravest of souls.

"Give me a reason I shouldn't kick you off this deck right now!" His red eyes danced with the flames of anger and distain, he didn't care if he had to clean up the blood later. "I'll show you 'I didn't'. Seriously," Prussia picked Italy up, his voice lowering to a dangerous level as he set the small nation on his shaking feet. "Give me a reason I shouldn't fucking cut your sister fucking dick off right now."

Called by the sound of a clamor out front, Germany had made her way to the front porch. "I'll give you a reason," she whispered, being as brave as she could. Prussia turned to her, giving her a clear view of the damage he had done to Italy. She didn't want to admit it, but it gave her a sick sense of satisfaction to see him as bruised and broken on the outside as she was on the inside. "He doesn't remember." She was getting angry, righteously so. "He doesn't fucking remember!" She didn't want them to, but the tears came anyway. "The fucking idiot was too fucking drunk off his fucking ass to remember me!"

"What!? Germany? I… I did what?" Italy's face went blank. He backed up, his weight falling on the railings. "I… I didn't…" The rails creaked under his weight and the force of him trying to move even further back as Prussia advanced again. His eyes grew wide, looking like a deer in headlights, tearing at Germany's already torn heart-strings. The railing snapped and Italy fell, hitting his head on a rock and falling unconscious.

Germany sighed, she was torn. Seeing him helpless on the ground, she wanted to cry and yet gloat all at the same time. She had sworn to take care of him, she had a responsibility. But it hurt to even look at him. It physically hurt. With shaking hands she picked him up and took him to the guest room.

Prussia yelled after her, "How can you do that after all he's done to you!?" She shrugged, trying to keep all emotion out of play.

"I have a responsibility." Prussia left her alone after that. She cleaned Italy up and dressed his wounds. He had bitten his tongue pretty hard, but it seemed to have stopped bleeding.

Was I falling or lying down? His vision was blurry. A form appeared, a young boy in a black hat and coat, carrying a sword and running from Italy, the young boy morphing into Germany wearing a helmet and a stern face, the sword becoming a rifle. But he still ran from Italy. It was a scene he had seen too many times from a person he'd lost just as many times. "Germany, please don't go! Don't die!"

Germany sighed, pulling a chair up to pull-out couch in the quest/game room. Her shaking and random movements gave away her nervousness. God! What will he think when he wakes up? How will he react? In her nervous state, she couldn't help but relive that night to try to calm herself down. Every face he made, every kiss to every body part, both given and received, burned brightly in her memory. She knew he wasn't his first but… How could he have forgotten!? Unbidden, her eyes again filled with tears. God! She put her head in his lap. Why did this have to be so hard!?

In the wee hours of the morning, Italy's eyes opened, darting around the room. It was dark, but he recognized the smell and feel of what he was lying on. It was Germany's couch… It smelled good. A ray of sunshine permeated the room, illuminating it enough to see as he sat up, groaning. His stomach felt like it was on fire. Hi eyes, closed in a painful groan, opened to reveal a blonde head resting on his lap.

"Ger…" He shut his mouth. He didn't want to wake her. He smelled something… He wasn't sure what it was. He looked around. There was nothing that could smell around. He thought about getting up to see where the smell was coming from. Instead he leaned forward to sniff Germany's hair, just to make sure it wasn't her. It was her hair. It smelled better up close, in fact, it smelled divine. He couldn't help it, he kissed her hair, whispering into it, "Germany… I love you…"

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