The book of Hetalia Shit

Broken Part 2 Germany Pov

"I'm sorr- " I start to say but Italy's already run away. Why did I do that?! He must hate me now.

I burry my face in my hands and sigh. I should have just kept to my old tactics and be the old emotionless figure I was. I kept like that for quite a while until I heard a families voice.

"Hey Vest!"

"Not now Gilbert"

"Vat happened? I thought jou were with little Italy?"

"He ran away." I could here my voice wobbling a bit as a tried to hide my sadness. Would he still be my friend?

Prussia must have noticed it too because he didn't try to ask me why he had run. "Then Bruder! Vhy don't we look for him?"

"Ok" I got up.

"Vhere did he go?"

"That vay" I pointed to a clump or bushes he had ran through.

Prussia ran through the bush an immediately tripped over. I walked passed him and looked around.

"Vhy you go to be so ruuude" Prussia sang getting up and picking the leaves out I his hair. "Don't jou know I'm human tooooooo"

I ignore him and scan the area for footprints or anything that might lead to Italy.

"Hey Vest! Found anything yet? Cause I've found some footprints!" He pointed to a set of small boot prints.

"Those are Italy's! Well done Bruder!" I quickly followed the foot prints to a desolate place in the woods. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I checked the message.

You where running to quickly so I left. -Your awesome Brother

I put my phone back in my pocket and continued following the footprints. After a while I could tart to hear muffled sobs behind a tree. I sneaked forwards making no sound at all. I walk round the tree and see Italy behind it with a bloody knife in his hands. his sleeves are pulled up to reveal deep cuts and scars on his wrists. Judging by the scars he's been doing it for a while now. There are fresh ones as well.

Italy puts the knife on his wrist again and puts one more cut on his wrist.

"Useless, idiot."

I can't stand it anymore. "Italia. Stop."

He turns round and sees me standing behind him. His eyes are red and tears stream down his face.

"Germany, What are you doing here?" He asks dropping the knife and trying to hide his arms.

"I was trying to find you." I replied trying to find the little first aid kit I had somewhere in my pockets.

"Why? I should just be left alone to die like all countries eventually do." He bursts into another fit of tears.

I was surprised at his words. He never talked about death before. He seemed so full of life. But looking at him now I could feel his shattered heart after many centuries of longing. I hugged him careful not to touch his cuts.

"I will never let you die Italy. Never."

He clings onto me tears streaming down his cheeks. "How about if you die? I can't stand to see anymore of the people I love gone."

"I won't die. Because this is fan fiction and the author is nice." I reply

" shut up. stop breaking the forth wall." A voice in my head replies

Italy stares at me blankly. "What?"

"Doesn't matter. Now let me see those cuts"

He looks away and gives me his arms. I wrap them up with bandages.

"I'm sorry" he says trying not to catch my eyes.

"I get it. It's a way to relieve stress." I answer. "But next time just tell me what's wrong"

"Ok"

I lift him up and walk back home.

End

Ja

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