Secrets and lies. (Hetaoni and 2p fanfic)

Chapter 19

Germany POV

          I watched silently as the two bruders fought. I completly understood where the Southern bruder was coming from, but Italy has never liked to be told what to do.  That just made him do the exact opposite, hence him walking out. I gently rubbed the bridge of my nose. This party was getting even more confusing by the second, and my headache has all but tripled. There is a part of me that is screaming that this senario happenned before and that I should check the door. But why should I check the door? All Italy did was close it. Or did he? My mind whispered. Great. Now I am being paranoid. 

         I sighed as I watched Romano pace back and forth. "Pacing is not going to help us solve this." I said dryly. "And it is not going to bring Ita back here any faster." The agitiated nation flipped me off. Well, at least some things never change. Romono suddenly stopped all movement. He placed his back to me, and I could see a very slight tremble in is shoulders. 

        "Was I too harsh with him?" His voice was quiet and I am possitive that there was the underlying emotion of grief buried somewhere. "I wanted to help him, but...I think I did the exact opposite. I ended up pushing him away...again."  He let out a muffled sob. I watched as France started to comfort him. The Italian clung to him like a life line. With Spain and England missing, and my boyfriend doing God only knows what, the man had next to no one to fall on. 

         I had a feeling that there was something more at play here than two very strange Italians and a messed up party. I glanced at Romano who was still clinging to France. This day is just getting odder by the second. "Romano?" I called softly, "I am going out to find Italy. If I am not back within the hour, assume the worst." 

         "If you die on us I will never forgive you." Romano replied. My eye's met Frances in bladent disbelief. 

          "Awe! I knew you cared somewhere in that black heart of yours mon ami!" France cooed. Romano pulled away and gave the scariest glare I had ever seen, but it faded into thoughtful expression. 

         "Hey Wine bastard, can you do me a favor?" The man's voice was overly sweet. It was unnatural comming from the usually bitter nation. I had a bad feeling I was not going to like this favor that he was about to ask. Not. At. All.

          "Of course! What do you need?" Romano got a wicked glint in his eye. I unknowingly took a step back. First Italy was acting unusually and now Romano. What is going on here!? 

        "Can you find my fratello for the potato bastard? He should be in the living room." The green eyed nation asked. France all but jumped to the task. The Southern half just watched as the man left with a bounce in his step. The door closed with a bang. He shook his head, hair sliding across his brow. 

        "What an idiota." he mumbled. A muffled scream was faintly heard. My eyes widened with shock. Was that... France? 

Did Romano just....? No, he couldn't have....could he? 

I don't understand. What is happening?!

Another thought crossed my mind.

Where was Italy?