Chapter 2: Conflicting Sorrows

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*Italy's P.O.V*

As I started running the tears fell faster, 'How could he do this to me!? After I told him how I felt? All these years and he kept it a secret without even considering my feelings!!!' Running faster I changed directions, going to Lovino's house was never the plan, I was always gonna go to Mr. Austria and mama's house. I just needed to get him off my trail if he went looking for me.

Walking up to front door I wiped my face off using my sleeve, knocking on the door softly I played with the ends of my sleeves waiting for someone to answer. Mr. Austria opened the door his eyes growing when he saw my current state "I-Is mama home?" I asked with a sniffle; Mr. Austria nodded stepping aside so I could come in. I took his hand and used my other hand to wipe away a few stray tears as he led me through the house to the garden where mama was drinking tea, and watching the flowers with her back turned to us.

"uh, you have a visitor" Mr. Austria said letting go of my hand pushing me towards her gently; mama turned around immediately setting her tea cup down and opening her arms when she saw me. Without hesitation I ran over to her hugging her tightly and burying my face in her shoulder. As Mama hugged me back she gently stroked my hair "what, what happened?" she asked in a surprise but comforting tone. I started crying again unable to answer, mama hug me tighter and said "awww you poor thing, was it someone?"
I nodded

"Was it Romano?"

I shook my head

"Germany?"

I nodded

"Did he break up with you?"

I shook my head

"Did he lie to you?"

I hesitantly nodded

"Should I call him, so you can talk it out?" "NO!" I said sharply, mama rubbed my back "sorry, sorry...How about Prussia? Can I call Prussia?" Nodding reluctantly I responded "yes please". Mama gently pushed me off and wiped my eyes "let's go inside while we wait for him okay?", "okay". Gently taking my hand, she lead through the house getting me a water bottle from the fridge and sitting me next to Mr. Austria, who was at his piano bench.

When mama left Mr. Austria was kinda awkward, I don't blame him though he's not really good with kids. While he awkwardly tried to figure out how to comfort me I put my head on his shoulder and pulled my knees up to my chest with a sniffle. "F-Feli, Do you remember vhat I taught you about piano?" I nodded a little sniffling again, Mr. Austria put his hands on the keys with a slight smile "vell how about ve play one of your favourites? Join in vhenever you feel like it" nodding again I reached down to the floor and grabbed the water bottle taking a long sip before he started playing. I recognized the song immediately as 'Fur Elise' originally by Beethoven; he was right it had been my favourites ever since I was little...

'No I can't think about the past, and if I think about the past I'll think about HIM' so I just focused on the music, without joining in. By the time Mr. Austria finished there was a loud slam followed Prussia screaming "VHERE IST MEIN PRECIOUS BABY CINNAMON BUN!". He basically ran into the room where me and Mr. Austria were and literally picked me up in a tight hug "VHAT DID MEIN DUMMKOPF BRUDER DO TO YOU!?"; Mr. Austria just stood up and went to go tell mama that Prussia was here. After about 3 seconds of not saying anything Prussia pulled out his phone and dialed a number, hugging me tighter he promptly yelled into the phone "VEST, WHAT ZHE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ITALIA! HE'S SOBBING MESS" I tried to smack the phone out of his hands and tell him that I didn't want to talk to Germany but he didn't listen. He just set me down and looked at me with a sad expression only causing me to cry more "...oh...vell ve're at Austria's...I'll keep him here" Prussia said softly. I tried to runaway out the back but mama and Mr.Austria stopped me pulling me to the couch and sitting me down on it. "Feli," mama said "you need to talk to Germany, vhatever he did I'm sure you two can work it out"; I just shook my head before Prussia came in leaning against the door frame "Vest told him..." he said softly, causing both mama and Mr.Austria's face to grow with shock. The doorbell rang causing me to jump and cry again, I really didn't wanna talk to him, but I knew they wouldn't give me choice.

I answered the door to see Germany out of breath leaning against the door frame "Italy..." he breathed out reaching out to touch me but then withdrawing. "you wanna talk? Then talk." I said as I crossed my arms looking down at him. He stood up walking inside and taking my hands, I would've objected but I wanted to hear what he had to say. "Fe-Italy, I'm so so sorry zhat I lied to you" his eyes starting brimming with tears softening the hard shell I had put around my heart "however for a long time I myself didn't even know, b-but vhen I met you I remembered. I-I didn't know zhat it vas you I zhought zhat maybe you had a sister or somezhing...but zhen I met your bruders and I vas positive. No matter how hard I tried to tell you zhe words just vouldn't come out...because I vas afraid zhat you vould hate me and I'd lose you all over again. I love you, Italy" he started full on crying, quietly causing me to cry as well. "L-Luddy I could n-never hate you! After w-waiting for you for so long I-I could never push you away forever!" I threw myself at him hugging him tightly and sobbing into his chest "I'M SORRY I ACTED SO MEAN, LUDDY. PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" gripping the back of his shirt I sobbed harder, 'how could I be so mean to him? I don't wanna lose him again...never again!'. Germany hugged me back just tight "it's okay I forgive you, It-is it okay if I call you Feliciano again?", I nodded frantically "of course you can, Ludwig!". He pulled away and placed his finger under my chin "Ich vergebe dir, Feli" (I forgive you, Feli) . I sniffled "Ti perdono troppo, Ludwig. Ti amo!" (I forgive you too, Ludwig. I love you!) , Germany chuckled a little before leaning closer "Ich liebe dich such" (I love you too) he said before kissing me. As I melted into the kiss I started to cry again, not tears of sadness though...tears of joy. Because even after all these years, He Came Back.

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