Days turned to weeks to months, and with each passing moment Italy could feel his inner self begin to shatter. He's been witholding something important from Germany, and he was just about reaching his breaking point. The secret was something so great that it could easily be the end of their relationship and that was something that terrified him.

From the beginning of their marriage, and a little beforehand he had been sneaking around the other just to avoid the issue which would soon blow up in his face if he didn't bring it up and clear the air. Germany had been so happy when Italy had told him he was pregnant; his smile then rivaled the one of a grand lottery winner in terms of unrestrained joy.

Italy walks a path of regret, coded in the tick marks of time and today was the day he reached the end of his path; unwillingly of course. Romano had came over for lunch, as usual, and things ran smoothly for a while. It wasn't until Spain arrived that things went awry.

Spain planted a kiss on Romano's cheek in greeting, smiling at his newly wed husband. After doing such, he turned towards Italy who was anxiously biting at his nails enough to draw blood. "You still haven't told him, huh?" He asked.

"Told who, what?" Germany interrupted, wiping his damp hands on his jeans as he trotted over to the island in the kitchen where Italy was stationed.

"Oh, it's just Italy has been meaning to tell you-"

"IT'S NOTHING!" Italy suddenly shouts, cutting Spain off midsentence, casting an angry glance towards the other. "Ehe, I mean..." he drones off, fiddling with his fingers. Noticing the slight tremble and splotches of red at his husband's fingertips, Germany grasps the other's hand firmly bringing them up to press a soft kiss.

"Liebling, you can tell me anything." True concern was etched into the German's face. Over the course of their relationship, Italy had only seen this great of a worry a handful of times - one of which being the moment he had confessed his history of failure and regret. Speaking of which, the list of regret piled on since and now was stained with the current problem he was facing.

"I know but..." Italy starts slowly, carefully building his walls up in defense, to protect himself from the sheer rath which Germany was sure to set upon him for doing such an unforgiveable act. "...It's something bad, real bad."

Pulling the other closer was Germany's first mistake, his second was doubting that there were bad and cruel things that his lover could do to him. The trust the blonde had in the other was astonishing, and made the seed of guilt flourish in Italy's gut.

Italy was reluctant to look at Germany, even moreso to speak to him. Lunch be damned, he couldn't go through with telling the other what was needed. He felt pathetic and horrible and he just couldn't face the other. Not yet.

"Does it relate to why you haven't been allowing me to touch you recently?" Germany confronts him bluntly, glaring holes in his head.

Italy turns and his throat dries, eyes prying around the room frantically looking everywhere but at Germany. This had to have been the worst case scenerio to happen and it did. Damnit.

"Tch, so it's true then? You're hiding something aren't you? Maybe hickies from some whore in town or something, you know I really trusted you to leave your past behi-"

"- No! I-I would never..." He stammered weakly, still unable to maintain eye contact with the other.

Noting the tense athmosphere, Romano and Spain drift towards the living room, far enough to not get involved, but within earshot of hearing the unfolding drama. The two of course already knew Italy's harsh secret, it was one that was very time based - anytime that Germany wasn't around, Italy would meet up with a certain someone make arrangements. Though the duo knows of his actions and planning, they had never met face to face with the other end of the guilty party.

Back in the kitchen, breaking plates can be heard as Germany rages on about his suspicions of his husband. The long building up of such emotions let them be freed in such an exaggerated way.

"Let me explain!" Italy sob, finally silencing Germany.

Germany silently prompts the brunette to speak, his veins bulging visably in his neck - a telltale sign of his anger.

Italy licks his lips silently, eyes quivering in fear - tears streaking his face. "I..I-I'm not pregnant" he mummers just loud enough for the German to hear. Without a moment to speak in retaliation, Italy continues, his voice growing bolder, crocadile tears drying as he proclaims "You just got PRANKED!"

Within mere seconds a sea of cameracrew came flooding in. The tsunami of cameracrew also brought in the most popular fish in the sea. That fish being Youtube's fastest growing channel of this generation, Rake Naul.

His entrance is grand, Never Night Sis blasting as he dabs his way through the front door approaching Germany with his trademark grin. "Hey bro!" He laughs, playfully nudging him in the shoulder. Germany was infurieted by the lies he had been fed for the past few months.

Italy cares only for the views and that #dailygrind, so despite his husbands anger, he snaps a pic with him "For the thumbnail" he states.

Legend says this fic was never meant to be completed, but against all odds, it - contradictory to it's original intention - was completed. A lot can change in five years, but what doesn't change is the inability to take a joke, it was just a prank dude it was J U ST A PR A NK.

~ FIN

Author's Note :

Well, this is a story I never anticipated finishing lol and because of this it was given a non-serious ending. Apologies if you waited 5 years just for this. But damn, 5 years (almost since it was originally posted the 19th but it's only the 11th). Like imagine that...5 years since I first wrote this fanfic, like I was just turning 12 back then and now I'm almost 17. Anyways even tho this one ended like a crack fic, I can assure you Broken will (probably) be taken legitimately if I decide to not completely abandon it again lol.

Thanks for reading!