Part 8

Last Part

Romano heard the sound of birds chirping.

He opened his tired eyes and saw the sun seeping into his room from his window.

He turned to lie on his back, snuggling into his cozy blankets more, and thought to himself. Something felt wrong. But he didn't know what, though.

He thought of the dream he had last night. With him and his brother getting into a fight, him running in the woods, hurting himself, seeing his-

A look came across the Italian's face.

Romano wipped the blankets off himself. What he saw shocked him, but in a different way, it didn't.

The brunette flung his feet over his bedside, an quickly stood up.

As soon as he stood though, he felt a wave of nausea and pain sweep over him. He fell back onto the bed placed his free hand on his head. He tried to focus his eyes.

"...okay..." he sighed tiredly. "...let's try that again." Romano sifted his wieght to his feet and stood.

It took him a couple of minuets to get his balance right, but eventually he stood still.

Romano decided it'd be best is he made it to his mirror to get a better look at himself. So slowly, but surely, hemade his way to the mirror.

When he looked at the figure staring back at him, his green eyes widened.

His dark brown hair was all messed up sticking up everywhere, his olive skin a little pale, his green eyes shot and tiresome.

Not to mention the bandage at the top of his head above his eye, and his wrist, wrapped in bandages.

Romano moved his hand to the white patch and pressed on it lightly. It hurt a little but still throbbed, but it was nothing compared to how his right arm felt.

He pulled on the neck of his grey T-shirt, it was weird though, he didn't remember changing into that and sweatpants. He didn't even remember leaving the forest. He lowered it over his shoulder to reveal a slightly red-blotched bandaged wrap around it.

Romano sighed he turned his gaze back to his bed.

So it wasn't a dream…

He sat himself down on the chair at the dresser, when something on his nightstand caught his eye.

It was a white sling. Romano figured it was for him and put it on gently.

He stood back at the mirror and stared.

He looked like a he was hit by a truck. Look at me. Poor little, pathetic Romano. Always needing to be saved.

His Grandfather's words from last night came to his mind.

No. You promised, idiota. He thought shakeing his head. You have to be nice to yourself. If not forever, just a little while. For Nonno. You can do this one thing for him, can't you?

Romano closed his eyes and gave a sigh. He thought about going back into his warm, comfy bed, when he heard something from outside his room.

Laughing?

He stumbled over to the door. Carefully, he opened it just a crack.

The laughing immediately stop.

Damn, what do they have the ears of owls? So much for just peeking,

Romano opened the door fully to see four faces staring back at him.

He looked at them confused then managed to say something.

"Um, Buon Giorno." he said in a worn out and confused voice.

He saw a familiar smile spread across a certain face.

"Buon Giorno, Romano!" Italy replied back and he jumped off his stool from the kitchen counter and ran over giving his brother an unexpected hug.

When Romano stepped into that room he felt big smiles be given to him. He even heard a little chirping sound as a small yellow bird landed on his head. He felt like these few people he have gotten to know over the corse of many years, really genuinely cared for him. It was the best feeling in the world.

"Look who's finally up,"laughed the owner of the small bird as they took a bite out of his pancakes.

Japan gave a smile and cut a piece of his salted egg whites. "Italy-san, be careful. Romano-san is still recovering." he informed taking a bite.

"Oh sorry, Romano." the red head apologized removing himself.

Romano nodded showing that it was okay.

"I made you your favorite! Sunny-side up with toast and orange juice!" chimed Italy showing his brother a plate at the counter. "They're still warm too." he added happily.

Romano walked over to the counter and sat down.

"Except someone insisted he wanted pancakes…" Germany groaned from his seat next to Romano as the blonde took a sip his of orange juice.

"Hey! You know how I feel about just eating plain eggs." Prussia shouted from his seat at the kitchen table. The small bird sitting on top of Romano's head gave a chip, as if it was agreeing.

The Italian scoffed to himself as a grin made it's way to his face."Grazie." Romano thanked. He was about to pick up his fork as he realized his right hand was currently, unavailable.

He picked up his fork with his left hand but he dropped it at first. He then tried again and succeeded. He wasn't used to using his left hand but he would have to. He finally cut a piece and took a bite. He couldn't lie, he was starving. But he also couldn't help but notice the eyes on him.

"So," Japan started from his seat next to Prussia, breaking the silence. "How are you feeling, Romano-san?" he asked.

Romano swallowed. "A little sore," he admitted. "But other than that I guess I'm okay."

Japan laughed. "Well yes that's expected. But good."

"When did we get home?" he asked confused.

"We found you out in a random field. Then Italy found the way back and West and I carried you back." Prussia informed.

Romano felt his face heat up a little, leaving a pink tint, to his cheeks.

The Italian turned to Germany, who seemed to have a slight blush to his face as well, and be putting all his attenchion to his almost finished eggs.

Romano then turned to his brother. "How'd you find me?" he asked curiously.

Italy's smile shrunk a bit. "I just had a feeling." he shrugged. "What happened to you though, fratello?"

Romano took a sip of his orange juice. "I just, fell and hit my head. And arm…" he mumbled trailing off, embarrissed.

"Those should be fine in a couple of days." Japan informed.

"We were thinking of heading out into town later, want us to pick up anything for you, buddy?" Prussia asked finishing off his pancakes with a glass of milk.

"Actually, could I come with you?" he asked.

Everyone seemed to go quite at that question. Heads turned to Japan as they all awaited an answer.

"I don't think that'd be a good idea, I called China-san before and he suggested you rest." he said putting his dishes in the sink.

"Per favore?" he asked sounding totally un-Romano like. "I'll rest when I get back. I just want to get out a bit before I'm bed-bounded."

Japan thought for a moment. "I guess so, but you better rest." he warned.

"Si, I will, promise."

"As soon as we get home." Eyes turned to Italy for a moment, as he said his statement.

Romano looked at him and nodded.

"All right, I'll go get my shoes." Prussia said jumping up with a large grin and ran out of the kitchen, his small bird takeing off from Romano's head to follow his master.

"As will I." the Japanese man said leaving as well.

Italy started to put the left over dishes away.

Germany got up but Romano grabbed him with his good arm before he could leave.

"Hey, Signore Potato-Head," he said. "Grazie." He looked at the ground as he thought, those words would never come to his mind, nevermind leave his mouth.

"For what?" questioned the Germany raising an eyebrow.

"You know what for." Romano knowing that the German was probaly just poking fun at him.

Germany smiled. "I'll take it. Gern geschehen." he said standing up, putting his plate in the sink, and walking out of the kitchen.

Italy walked over towards Romano and pointed towards his plate. "Finish that before you leave. You need energy." he commanded.

Romano was taken back by his brother's orders.

Italy stood there as he crossed his arms waiting for his brother to obey. These next few days aren't going to be fun are they?

Romano looked at his brother for a moment but did so. In less than three minutes the plate of food was gone.

The younger Italian took the dish and placed them into the sink.

"Grazie, Veneziano." Romano said getting out of his seat after finishing his orange juice.

Italy nodded.

Romano jumped down from the stool but on his way he lost his balance once again and used his bad hand to prop himself up on the counter. He let out a shout.

Italy ran over to his brother and took his arm and examined it. "Are you okay!?" he asked, pure concern and fear in his eyes.

"I'm fine." Romano informed moving his brother away.

Veneziano felt his eyes tear up as he leaned against the counter. "Mi dispiace, this is all my fault, Romano." he cried as he hit the counter with his fist.

"Hey don't say that. You did nothing. It was my own fault I was being stupid and stubborn." he torted back.

Veneziano's eyes stilled tear but widened as he felt an arm around him.

"Don't ever blame yourself for my actions, capiece?" he ordered as he hugged his brother the best he could.

"Si, capito." he responded smiling, hugging back.

"Veneziano?" The redhead responded with a sort of hum not letting go of Romano. "Mi dispiace, I probably should have told you about, you know, my 'issues' a little sooner. I'm sorry I hit you…" Romano huffed out feeling himself about to cry he fought back the tears with all his strength.

"Romano, stop it. You're beating yourself up. I'm fine, I didn't even hurt that bad." Veneziano lied. It hurt a bit, but it hurt a lot more to see his brother the way he is now.

Romano sniffled and gave a shiver. Veneziano thought his brother must have gotten a cold last night. "It's just," Romano sighed. "I don't want to ever see you have to worry about me…"

"Romano, I'm your brother I'll always worry about you." Veneziano replied giving a firm squeeze to Romano. "And I'll always love you. No matter what."

"Really?"

"Si, really." he replied pulling out of the hug and looking his brother in the eyes. "I couldn't have asked for a better grande fratello."

"Buono, because I couldn't have asked for a better fratellino. " Romano said looking at his brother. They could easily have been mistaken as twins. Especially right now. "Now I'm going to get changed. I'll be right back."

Veneziano smiled and nodded back at his brother, wiping tears away.

Romano walked into his room but his door soon opened once again.

"Veneziano?" asked Romano.

He stopped walking away to get his things and turned to his brother. "Si?"

"Ti voglio bene." Romano smiled.

Veneziano smiled back. "Ti voglio bene, Romano."

The End~

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Italian;

Buon Giorno- Good Morning/Good Day

Si- Yes

Per favore- Please

Signore- Mister, Mr., etc…

capiece- understand

capito- Got it

grande fratello- big brother

Bouno- Good

fratellino- little brother

Ti voglio bene- I love you (Family way to say it)