Secrets and lies. (Hetaoni and 2p fanfic)

Chapter 6

Germany's P.O.V

As soon as the Italian was able to stand he took off. "Italia! Get back here!" I was about to go after him, when England stopped me. He must have woken up sometime during the conversation with Luci and Kuro.
"Don't. I have no idea what is going on, but I do know that those two," he pointed to Luci and Kuro. "know what's happening." England said with a hushed whisper. Luci rolled his eyes. Kuro looked worried. I nodded in agreement with the Brit.
                           "Why don't you bastards just ask them?! They are right there!" Romano fumed. His olive green eyes flashed with annoyance. England sighed.
                             "Romano, I wish it was that simple but when they start to show up.....things get very complicated. And quickly too." England explained with a lot of patience. I was impressed. The only person that had the patience to try to explain anything to the grouchy Italian was Spain. The rest of us gave up long ago.
                               "Oh really mister know it all? When was the last time you saw us?" Luci growled. "Wait, I forgot. Feli told me that you don't remember. Ha. Lucky you."  England bristled. I tensed. Something told me that he were referring to Italy. But why call him a different name? Does this Luci guy have anything to do with how odd my boyfriend was acting?
                                  "What do you mean I don't remember you wanker?! I remember a lot more than you think!" England looked like he was about ready to break the mirror. Luci paled as if he was sucker punched.
                                   "You.....remember?" He whispered. "But.....how?" He sputtered. England glared.
                                    "I will say one thing, and one thing only. Magic." I don't understand. What on earth are they talking about? I silently walked out of the room. I had an Italian to find.

_______Ve~Pasta_______

Italy's P.O.V

As soon as I was able to stand, I ran. I heard Germany shout my name. It was filled with frustration and worry. I desperately wanted to turn back and run to him for help and comfort, but like last time I couldn't. Even though he was here, alive, he was farther away then ever. And I curse only myself for that. I don't know how I did it but I managed to get back to the Blood Clock, as I now called it.  I fell right when I reached it. I propped myself on my knees and looked at the face of the clock. It's minute hand ticked away. I closed my eyes and slipped into what I like to call 'Spirit Trance'. It was one of a few tricks I learned while trying to survive in the mansion. It certainly saved my life a few times. It allowed me to sense anything out of the ordinary as well as pinpoint its exact location and letting me know what's happening.
The only thing that was going on was a fight between England and Luci. That should be considered ordinary. Maybe it's what they were fighting about that put it on my radar. Oh well. I'll ask the 2ps when I get back. The clock was silent. Huh. How odd. Then why did my counterpart and I feel the tremor that knocks us off our feet every time a new 'game' starts? I studied the clock in detail, hoping that something will hold a hidden clue. There! A small hinge on the face of the clock! I grinned as I pried open the small door. I heard the sound of approaching footsteps and quickly shut the door, hoping that who ever it was didn't see what I was doing. "Italy? Where are you?" Germany called. I looked around for a hiding place. There was no way that I am going to be caught when I just discovered something about that clock!
                                                   Needless to say, I failed at that. He rounded the corner and found me standing there with a sheepish look on my face. "I'm here Germany." I called to him. He sighed. He walked over to me and wrapped his strong arms around me. I snuggled into his chest.
                                                    "Are you ok Italy?" He rumbled in my ear. I tensed. That's what Japan asked me long ago. And I lied. I lied when I said I was okay.  What should I do? I felt something wet on my face.
                                                     "No, Ludwig. I'm not." I pushed away from him. His cobalt eyes held confusion and worry. He started to say something before I cut him off. "There was so many mistakes I made to get you and the others out of that hellhouse! So many times I see and hear things I wish to forget! And you don't remember anything! None of you do." The tears ran like a stream down my face. All the pain, anger, sorrow, and guilt exploded. I felt myself being lowered to the floor with a pair of strong arms wrapped around me.
"Italy, I don't understand what you are talking about, but I will stay with you until my last breath. That's a promise." He murmured. I only cried harder. He held me until my sobbing subsided and all that was left was the occasional sniffle. Luci contacted me. The information that he gave me was unexpected. Apparently England remember some portions of our very long vacation. If you call watching everyone die and signing a contract to try to get them out alive a vacation. "Italy, may I ask you a question?" He asked. I looked into those blue eyes. I nodded. "Why did you call me Ludwig?"
I sighed somewhat happier that I wasn't the only 1p that remembered. "That is the human name that you chose for yourself. We all have one, but only I remember." And now apparently England...

Germany's P.O.V

                                                         I have never seen the sweet Italian this upset. He never yelled out of anger and was that sorrow and guilt I saw flash in his eyes? I was also very confused. To say that this was normal would be subjective, but I couldn't say that I ever saw this side of him. I looked down at him. "Italy, I don't understand what you are talking about, but I will stay with you until my last breath. That's a promise." My words only made him cry harder. I didn't know what to do so I just held him. I let my mind wander. There were so many questions that I wanted to ask him. Like, how does he know Luci and Kuro? Why did the two men in the mirror call Italy, Feli? And that is not all the things I wish to ask. I could go on for at least a decade, but the list would just keep growing.
                                                              His tears soon halted. So naturally the question I ask was "Italy, may I ask you a question?" Smooth Germany. Real smooth. His eyes met mine. His irises had that weird red tint to them again. The color looked alot like Luci's......I shook it off. America was known to have some pretty weird stuff at his place so maybe it was just the lighting? It has to be. What else could it be? I didn't want to just ask 'Hey, Italy do you know that your eyes are the color of  blood mixed with honey?' Yea, that would go over well. He nodded.
                                                                 "Why did you call me Ludwig?" I asked. He sighed. I noted that his eyes went back to their normal honey color. Note to self, figure out that type of lighting America has in his house. It is starting to drive me insane. I almost missed Italy's answer.
                                                                   "That is the human name that you chose for yourself. We all have one, but only I remember." He responded. I was with him until he stated that he was the only one to remember.
                                                                      "Why are you the only one to remember?" He looked startled. His body language told me that he had, unintentionally, gave me too much information. 1 point for Germany, 0 for Italy. Unless he gives me a really convincing cover up, I wasn't planning on buying any excuses.
                                                                     "I meant out of our group, I was the only one to remember what our human names are." He quickly explained. A little too quickly for my liking. Something clicked in my mind.
"So, there are more than just us that actually know our human names?" I mused. He muttered a quiet curse. I had to strain to hear him. "What was that Italy? I couldn't hear you."
                                                                         "Yes. And that is all that I'm going to tell you at this time." He sighed. He forced his way out of my arms and walked to the clock. My curiosity was cured when he opened a little door that I never noticed. He pulled out a rolled piece of parchment paper and a black shoe box from its dark core. He slowly unrolled the letter and read it. He paled immediately.  He dropped the paper and quickly opened the black box. My eyes took one look at the paper that was forgotten on the floor. It was filled in a language that I didn't understand. I looked at Italy. I don't know whether I should be more nervous about the fact that his eyes held murder in them or the silver dirk that laid in the box.