' '= Germany's thoughts

" "= speaking

(that is the same through out the whole story)

This is my first fan-fiction of any kind ever, so if it sucks I'm terribly sorry.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Characters or Hetalia. (but like many others I wish I did!)

It was raining in Italy. This was such a simple fact, but it was unsettling for Germany because he knew that the personifications' (like himself) feelings were all connected to their lands.

'How vould it be possible for that cheery Italien to be upset? He's always had that cheery attitude (as annoying as that gets...) und last time I checked, he hasn't been captured recently. Maybe I should go visit him just to be safe. I hope he's alright... Not that I have feelings for him! I-I just am his friend that's all! Mien gott, now I sound like I'm trying to convince myself.'

He gets out a piece of paper and pen to leave his bruder a note.

Dear Gilbert,

I'm off to Italy's house.

Don't break anything while I'm gone or make a mess.

Your bruder,

Ludwig.

He walks into the kitchen and tapes the note on the case of beer in the fridge, knowing that when Prussia wakes up he will take one. He exits the house and drives to the house that both of the Italys share.

When he arrives at the house he parks and walks up to the front door. He was glad that Romano's car wasn't there. Germany knocks on the door but no one answers. He tries to open the door and it's unlocked.

'Vhen I find Feliciano I need to convince him to lock his door. Knowing him, if some one did valk in he'd probably just offer to make pasta and have a casual conversation vith vhoever it vas.'

Ludwig started to get concerned when the house didn't smell the aroma of pasta and there was no noise coming from the house, but he quickly brushes off the concern.

'he's probably just taking a nap.'

"Hallo? Italy? Are you home?" He asks feeling ridiculous when he gets no response.

Germany walks through the house towards the room that he knows belongs to Italy. When he gets to the door, he knocks not wanted to walk in on something embarrassing like Italy changing.

"C-come in." The very quiet response from Italy causes him to practically break down the door in a panic to enter the room.

'Mien gott! Vas vhatever happened that terrible that he's gone quiet?'

He bursts into the room and scans the room to locate Italy. Germany spots Italy sitting on a chair as he looks out a window crying. He is covered with bruises and dried blood. Germany's usual serious expression softens a bit as he sees Italy like this.

"Vhat happened?" Germany's voice causes Italy to jump and look up at him in alarm.

"Nothing~! Ve~ I-I tripped and fell like usual~!" Feliciano fakes a laugh. "Clumsy, clumsy me~!" He smiles weakly to try to convince Germany that this lie is actually the truth.

"Was zur Hölle? Don't lie to me! You couldn't possibly get this hurt from falling!" Germany yells frustrated. Italy flinches.

"M-mi dispiace! Please don't get mad!" Italy cries.

Germany sighs and lowers his volume. "Nein, I'm sorry. Just tell me the truth Italy." He demands softly.

"You pinky swear you'll not tell anyone?" He stops crying and looks up at Germany.

Italy extends one of his hands with his pinky up. Germany hooks his pinky with his.

"I promise."

" Okay,'twanthimtogetmadsoIdidn'ttellanyone." He says in one breath.

"Italy, slow down and say that again."

"Fratello has been beating me since I moved in with him and I didn't want to get him mad so I didn't tell anyone." Italy says quietly.

He looks away not sure how Germany will respond. Germany doesn't say anything out of shock.

'so all those times when he's shown up at my house in the middle of the night... he could have been hurting?'

Italy looks back up at Germany scared from his silence. "G-Germany?" He asks nervously.

"... I'm sorry I've been such an dummkopf for not seeing this before. I should of known this earlier." Germany says after a while. "Pack up your things."

"But why?" Italy asks confused.

"You're leaving here with me and living at my house. You'll never be hurt by Romano ever again." Germany promises him.

"Fratello would be mad if I left!"

"I don't care. You aren't staying here to let him hurt you like this! Now pack your things or I'll pack them for you." He orders.

Italy stands up shakily and starts to pack. The sound of a car door closing echoes through the house. Italy's eyes widen.

"Just keep packing. If he bothers you I'll deal with him." Germany reassures him.

The front door opens and closes.

"Feli? Where are you?" Romano's voice makes Italy look toward Germany pleadingly as he silently begs Germany to let him go to his brother. Germany shakes his head and starts to help him pack.

"Feli! I'm hungry and I want pasta!" Italy's eyes light up right when he hears the word pasta which tempts him further.

He is fidgeting while he packs his things trying to stop the urge to go over to his brother.

"Please!" Italy begs Germany quietly.

"Nein."

They continue to pack. Once they have Italy's stuff all packed Germany decides that they will escape through Italy's bedroom window since it will be easier than walking to the front door.

"Feli! If you don't come over here now I will burn all of the pasta in the house." Romano says knowing that that would for sure get Italy over to him.

Before Germany could stop him Italy bolts out of the room dropping his suitcases full of his belongings.

"Italy nein!" Germany shouts after him.

He also drops everything in his hands and rushes after Italy. Italy runs over to his brother hugging him with tears in his eyes,

"Please don't fratello! I'm sorry! I'll never hide from you again!" He sobs.

"Get of me idiota." Romano grumbles grumpily as he pushes Italy away.

Germany enters just then. "Potato bastard what the hell are you doing here?" Romano shouts.

"I'm here to help Italy move to my house." Germany replies simply.

Romano glares at Germany. "You can't come into my fucking house and kidnap my fratello."

"I'm not. He has agreed to come with me." He responds to the glaring Romano before turning to Italy. "Come on Italy we're leaving."

"No Feli stay here." Romano commands.

Italy is torn to the idea of who should he listen to. "I-I don't know who to go with!" He runs away from both of them and out of the house trying to get as far away as he could from that situation. After a while he stops at a park and finds a covered play area. He hides there and cries as the rain gets harder.

(Back at the house.) "This is your fault potato bastard! I'm going to get the tomato bastard and we are going to get my fratello back here. Then I will have tomato bastard beat the shit out of you." Romano glares at him.

Romano storms out of the house and to his car to go to Spain's house. Germany sighs before grabbing Italy's belongings and packing them into his car before starting his search for the small red-headed Italian.

Germany sighs again. "Oh Italy, how do you always end up in these kind of messes?" He mutters under his

breath as he drives down the road looking for any sign of Italy.

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Words to know:

mi dispiace= I'm sorry(Italian)

fratello= brother (Italian)

nein= no (German)

Idiota= idiot (Italian)

Was zur Hölle= what the hell (German)

dummkopf= idiot (German)

bruder= brother (German)

Mien gott = My god (German)