Secrets ~ (Hetalia FanFiction)

Italy stood in the doorway of the meeting room, looking around. He smiled when he saw Germany sitting in his usual spot, talking to Britain. Italy skipped over and leaned over Germany's shoulder. "Ciao, Doitsu~" he said cheerfully. Germany turned his head and blushed as his face got closed to the Iatlian's. He cleared his throat.

"Hello, Italy." he said.

Italy looked at Britain, who was sipping a cup of tea. He wondered what they had been talking about. Britain glanced up at Italy and smirked. "You're a curious fellow." he said, as if he had read Italy's thoughts. "If you're that curious why don't you ask Germany?" he suggested, nodding his head in the German's direction. Italy turned his head and smiled. "Hey Germany, what were you and Britain talking about?" he asked, poking the German's face.

"Don't worry about it." Germany said hesitantly.

"Come onnn, tell me~!" Italy said, smiling and continuing to poke Germany's face.

"Nein." Germany replied. "And don't poke me." he sounded irritated.

"Pleeease?" Italy begged.

"I SAID NEIN!" Germany yelled, an angry tone rising in his voice. "DON'T ASK ME AGAIN!"

Italy, stunned, backed away from Germany. He knew that the German had no patience left for his begging. "o-okay.." Italy said quietly. He silently slipped into his seat, avoiding eye contact with Germany.

"Well...curiousity did kill the cat." Britain chuckled to himself, amused.

~Later Thay Day~

Italy walked out of the meeting room, his mind full of thought. Why was Germany so irritated? Why was Britain acting so mean? What were they talking about that they didn't want him to know about?

Britain walked past Italy and out of the meeting room, turning around for only a brief moment to smirk at Italy. Germany followed close behind him, completely ignoring Italy's presence. They walked off together, speaking quietly to each other so no one else could hear.

He decided to follow them home, and see what he was planning with Britain. Germany walked into his home, looking around as if he felt someone watching him. "Relax, nobody else is here." Britain said. (Italy could understand what he was saying by reading his lips.) With a nod, Germany sat down on the couch. He looked stiff and on-edge. "Now." Britain said with a smile. "Shall we begin?"

Italy leaned in a little, his ear practically pressing against the bottom of the window. He heard the faint sound of Britain and Germany talking back and forth, with stern tones. They sounded serious. Germany sounded...upset. Italy was able to make out a few words.

"Italy..."

"I agree..."

"...needs to go..."

"..how you feel..."

"...idiotic..."

"...waste of space..."

Italy's eyes widened. Were they talking about him...?

Germany stopped speaking for a moment. He stood up slowly, looking around. He sighed quietly, and slowly sat back down, looking a little more relaxed than before.

He began to talk again, when he suddenly stopped and looked over to the window where he stared directly at Italy. With a small yell in surprise, Italy jumped away from the window and started to panic. He saw me! Italy thought to himself. This can't be good... He thought about taking out his white flag but knew that this would only anger the German even more. Germany swung the door open and glared at Italy. "What are you doing here?" he asked harshly. "Especially spying on me like that. Have you ever heard of personal space?!"

Italy stared at Germany, his eyes filling with tears. "I just...I mean..." he struggled with his words, trying to make up an excuse. His eyes widened as he felt a big grin appear on his face. "I just came to make pasta!" he said happily. Germany wasn't amused.

"Spying isn't okay, Italy." he replied, as if he didn't believe the Italian's response. Italy looked at his feet, fidgeting with his fingers and being completely silent. "I'm sorry, Doitsu..." he said quietly. Germany slowly started to walk in Italy's direction...