The Guide to the Protector (A HetaOni, 2ptalia and Female Reader Fanfiction)

|ChApTeR TwEnTy NiNe| Regret (Part Two)

(A/N: Summer break's almost over and I want to sob tbh >~< I've had so much fun reading the comments and just writing this story in general. 

So yes, I'm going to have to go back to school soon and I'm hoping that it doesn't affect my ability to update this fanfic too much. Twenty nine chapters in, and I can tell this is going to be one heck of a story. Personally, I think it's the best actual story I've ever written on Wattpad (My other works kinda suck lmao not gonna lie) and I'm pretty sure I won't lose my interest in it. 

I have about three weeks before I go back to hELL (aka school) and I think, if I don't procrastinate, I could get two-four chapters out until then. 

Around the first week of August, maybe I could write up some kind of special/filler/spin-off/AU thing? If I actually decide to do this, I'll probably publish a poll to ask for your opinions. Enjoy~!)

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   >To the me...< 

>To the me who lives at some point in time...<

>...and who isn't alone<   

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"I made a mistake, now I'm living with the consequences. I regret it, I really do. And I'm sorry."

-Anonymous 

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|Reader's POV|

Even though we were in our supposedly safe little safeplace, I don't think anyone felt relaxed at the moment.

I was speechless. Multiple thoughts wildly swarmed through my mind. I didn't even have the brainpower to think of the right words to say, so I stayed mute and decided to concentrate on treating Italy. 

I planned on redressing the bandage I had wrapped around Italy's stomach. One, because having to follow alongside Germany when he flew down staircases and across hallways at such a fast pace made my work messy. Two, the white bandage was thoroughly soaked with blood. Without any input in mind at the moment, I listened to the others talk and directed my attention onto Italy.

"He's covered injuries..." Germany's gaze was pinned on Italy's injury, his eyes a blank stare. I noticed how close him and Italy were, I could only imagine what kind of thoughts were going through his mind.

"He fought alone. It's only natural." France noted. He stood along with the others, creating a circle around the bed Italy laid on. I breathed in steadily as I pried the bandage from his blood stained skin and tossed it to the side. 

"I heard that it was much bigger than before, but...he wasn't surprised at all, was he?"

I took in Canada's words with a small nod. 'That's true. One could wonder if...if he was expecting it...'

"You mean he already knew? Or..."

"We should think..." China's eyes narrowed, gulping before picking off where he left off, "That he's already seen it many times over."

"I agree. That would explain his emotional strength and why he has got used to fighting. I don't think it's something he had from the very beginning." Japan commented. I quickly glanced up, looking over everyone's faces. They all seemed empty, conflicted, not exactly sure what to do.