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Chapter Two: Breaking Point

Chapter Two: Breaking Point

Prussia, Germany, Italy, and Romano

    Prussia, Germany, and Italy left together after saying their quiet goodbyes to everyone. They all seemed a bit shaken from the whole ordeal, especially Italy but they shook it off. I mean, after what they'd been through who wouldn't be shaken at all?

    Even so, Italy tried to stay happy for Germany though. He had to. He may not even need the taller country after what happened. He had to become strong for his friends and carry on without Germany, even when he needed him, but Germany needed him now so he had to at least try to act a little bit normal.

    Heh, he didn't even know if normal was possible after what happened.

    Although he didn't act like it, Germany really did enjoy having the needy Italy around. He had become used to tying his shoes because he didn't know how to, saving him when he was in trouble, and even having to put up with his stupidity and weakness.

    When he had noticed Italy's shoes were untied and offered his assistance but was brushed off, he couldn't really describe what he had felt. Suprise? Disapointment? Sadness? Uselessness? He didn't know the exact words for it but he had known from that moment that his friend, no best friend-Italy deserved that much, didn't need him anymore.

    Italy didn't need him anymore because he hadn't been there for him. He hadn't been there to protect him. To protect him from the monster, from having to go through that over and over again..., to protect him from dying even. England, as well as the other countries, had saved him from that fate, more than once.

    He hadn't been there like he had promised so many years ago...

    Prussia was walking at a distance from the group. He wasn't saying anything nor boosting about how awesome he was. He just was kind of...there. In fact, Germany had forgotten his brother had come with them until Italy had gone up to him and asked him something really loudly.

    "Hi Prussia! What-a do you-a think? Do you-a want to-a eat pasta when-a we get-a home?"

    Prussia grinned at the Italian whom was trying his best to lighten the mood a bit,"Ja! Zat zotally zounds like an awesome idea Ita-chan! I vill eat anything jou cook because it vill be delicous ! Vhat do jou zhink Vest?"

    Germany blinked and looked back at the two,"Ja, ja. Pasta vill be fine. Just don't dirty zhe kitchen Italy."

    "Ve~ Of course I-a won't Germany!"Italy then began to skip infront of the two brothers.

    Both German brothers fell in step next to each other. The began to quietly converse with one another while keeping an eye on the bubbly Italian.

    "It's hard to believe zhat ve are finally out of zhat... place, right Vest?"

    "Ja. I can hardly belive it myself eizher."

    Prussia gave a bitter laugh,"Ja, I vonder how Italy is feeling zhough. He did go zhrough a whole crap load more zhan any of us did."

    "Ja...he did..."Germany grew quiet.

    The two brothers walked in silence for a little bit before the elder spoke once more,"Hmph. Even zhough he may be trying to act the same vay as before ve entered zhat masion, I doubt he vill or any of us vill ever return to living our same old lives. It vill always plague us in memory and our nightmares but...it vill get better. I know it vill."