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

|ChApTeR tHiRtY| Italy's Condition

|Reader's POV|

I paced to and fro nervously, restlessly rubbing my hands together. A lot of things were going through my mind.

The obvious one: What was the status of Italy's Condition? I still wasn't exactly sure what Germany meant by how 'he lost his memories'. Permanently? I was also worrying about his injuries. Maybe I overlooked something? Maybe the blood loss had resulted in some kind of amnesia?

I stopped in my tracks as I glanced up at the door when I heard it opening. When I only saw Japan exiting the bathroom, I frowned a bit.

"How is he?"  

"He's in the bath right now." Japan closed the door behind him. "Romano is looking after him..."

Canada suggested, "Um...Maybe he has...amnesia?"

"No, it looked like something a little different." England noted, looking at Japan.

He nodded. "It is similar to what I was like when we had just broken a clock."

"Hm? What do you mean?" Prussia asked.

"When we break a clock, he gets a lot of strange memories and they get all mixed up." France explained.

"That's right. Italy also got so many memories that they pushed him to the limit, both physically and mentally. He got saturated with them. If any more memories pour in, he will only reject them." Japan gave a sad shake of his head.

China cocked an eyebrow. "Reject? Reject what?"

"The memories themselves. That's how it usually is. But Italy still tried somehow and...the line probably turned into dots."

I listened intently, nodding slowly. That does make sense. 

Germany questioned, "You mean his memories are all scattered about? So, if he tries thinking about them, they will return in time?" 

Everyone in the room, including me, tensed up.

"Yes."

I let out a sigh through my lips, which only barely parted.

"The proof of that is that he immediately...if tentatively..called my name."

"Tentatively?" Spain piped up quizzically. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well...er..."

Japan stepped away from the door to avoid getting hit by it when it swung open. Italy and Romano exited the bathroom. 

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Romano said. 

My face scrunched up when I examined Italy, a hand practically unconscious slipping over my mouth. Physically, he was relatively alright, except for the fact that he was quivering. Upon further inspection, he looked frail, as fragile as a wall of glass with a crack in it that could shatter and explode into a million pieces at any second.

"Uh, no, that was pretty quick. Are you feeling a little better now, Italy?" America asked quietly. He wore a pained expression, something most likely similar to mine.

Italy opened his mouth, but not a single word came out. After his pause he finally answered, "Yes, sir. I am sorry about all that. My head feels a lot better and I am fine now."

"'Sir?' Er, Italy? You do know who I am..." A terrified look crossed Prussia's face, mixed in with a bit of hesitation. "Don't you?"

"I do. He is Mr. Japan. You are Mr. Prussia." Italy listed off with ease. His gaze shifted to Germany. "And he is..." He faltered. "Hol-"