Fallen~GerIta

Chapter one

Everything he had was falling out from under him.

I remember it like it was yesterday, his expression when he walked into the world meeting centre, how he looked at everyone, and how he looked to the empty chair. His expression was unreadable.

His eyes met mine for a moment, but he seemed to look right through me.
He sat down and everyone was quiet, for once. No one spoke, so I cleared my throat and started to speak, trying to ease the large amount of tension that already filled the room before.

"~Ve, Ciao! So....I have-a recently learned that my-a country is in some dept with-a big brother France! N-"

"Stop." He said as he held up his hand to silence me, and he shook his head.

It was all silent again, and I looked down towards the floor, tracing the designs with my eyes. I looked over towards him, and his eyes were glued to the empty chair beside him.
He seemed hesitant before reaching out for a moment to touch it.

My gazed wandered around the room, all to the familiar faces to find that everyone was watching him also, and with that tension, it has been so thick, you could have cut it with a knife.

Germany could silence a room in seconds if he needed to, but never this long. Germany was scary, but he was really a good man at heart. I know, how would I know that? I've always been the coward of the Axis, the scaredy-cat of everyone.

So the questioned remained. Why hadn't I been be scared of Germany?
The answer was simple enough. The reason being was that I was in love with him.

I promised that after Holy Rome, I would never love again. I guess I let my guard down then, because ever since Germany pulled me out of that Tomato box, I felt better. Happy even.

I was scared of Doitsu at first, but something told me that he could be a good person. Although, right now, he looked as though he wanted to kill someone.

All he did was stare at Prussia's chair for the rest of the meeting. I tried to approach him afterwards, as soon as everybody had decided to talk amongst themselves, but an invisible force held me back.

I jumped when I noticed a man with blonde hair and an odd curl sticking out of his hair like mine, but more curly. His expression of worry took me by surprise before he began talking in a very small voice.

"D-Don't Italy, he's dealing with e-enough right now." He whispered, making me lean to get closer to hear him better.

"~Ve? But-a why? He needs some cheering up! And Pasta!" I said happily.

The man shook his head, "His b-brother fell as a country, h-he might not be dealing with it as well as you'd hope r-right now." He murmured, barely audible to me.

"~Ve, but how-a do you know Prussia?" I asked confused.

He smiled a little, "He's my h-husband, we just got married a few days a-ago." He replied a tad more confident.

I clapped my hands, "~Ve Congratulations! Oh, but I am-a sorry about his-a country." I answered sadly.

His smile disappeared, replaced with more worry. "I-It's okay. You know, I always felt like h-he was the o-one who fixed me, s-so I guess it's m-my turn to fix h-him." He stuttered and smiled again, but had seemed to be talking to himself.

I smiled at him warmly, "I'm-a glad for the both of-a you! Have-a wonderful life together!" I said happily.

He smiled at me, "Merci, and you as well." He said as he patted my shoulder and left.

"Arreviderrci!" I called after him and he turned around and waved,

"Au Revoir." He called back and continued down the long hallway and disappeared out the door.

I watched him leave and turned my head back to where Germany was before, but he was gone. I sighed and gathered my things, and left.

~

A little while later, I headed back to my hotel to get ready to pack up my things.
I thought about how Germany was feeling and I felt sad for him. I'm sure Prussia is doing okay, but it seemed to hit Germany harder.

I can see why, when Romano and I were split up, I was devastated. I couldn't get it through my mind, and it took me over a hundred years to get over it.

I don't want to think how long it will take Germany. He deserves a lot more then this. I wonder if he thinks it's his fault. We all know it's not. I mean, I used to think it was.

Germany shouldn't, he was strong and sure, but the way he looked today led me to believe there was something hiding under his strong facade. It would make sense. He probably doesn't of course, he's too strong to fall apart so easily. He must be just sad, that's all.

I know I can make him feel better though! I always try to at least. I laid down on the hotel bed and thought things over. I'm sure he's okay, he should be.

Then why was I worrying about this so much? I know he's okay. Prussia's still here, so why should he worry?