Secrets and lies. (Hetaoni and 2p fanfic)

Chapter 26

Germany POV

This can't be happening. He's not gone. He can't be. "But he is, and there is nothing you can do about it," my mind corrected me. I wanted to scream. No matter what I did, I ended up losing him in the end. I lost him when I lost my memory all those centuries ago, when the little girl in the green dress became nothing but a sweet, vague dream.

A dream of I Do's and church bells, of tuxedos and dancing. A dream of a life together, complete with a family of our own. A dream that now lays shattered, like my heart, broken into a million little pieces. The love of my life, gone like a gentle spring breeze.

A lump formed in my throat. I never got the chance to ask him. Now, it's too late.

"I'm sorry Italia. I promised to protect you, and I couldn't even do that. I failed you when I never returned from war centuries ago. I failed you now by not getting to you quick enough, and now? Now you are lying cold and still because I wasn't there. Ich liebe dich, from the 500s till now, forever and always. " I scrubbed at the tears that stubbornly raced down my face. Out of everyone here, why did it have to be Ita, sweet Ita, that had to die? At least Spain, France, and England, if you could call them that anymore, had each other. Even if they were flesh craving zombie like shells of their former selves. At least England can't use magic in that state. We would be screwed if he could. I chased those thoughts away.

I placed a soft kiss goodbye upon his brow, a silent promise to protect his bruder from harm to the best of my ability. Deep in my heart, I knew that this was a wise choice and it totally had nothing to do with the crazy almost feral look on Romano's face.

I sighed. It was the classic 'I'm about to do something really, really stupid and I'm gonna laugh while doing it' look.  Trust me, the amount of times I bailed Prussia out of jail because of his habit of doing stupid shit was way more than the amount of Cuckoo clocks I had to make for France. And that was a lot of clocks.

I slowly got up from his side and went over to my lover's possibly (more like probably) going crazy bruder.  He didn't notice me as I walked up, too lost in thought apparently. He had a red hard covered book held in a possessive embrace. I'm not going ask him about it seeing how he held it close to his heart. My heart hurt at the thought, all while correcting myself that this was just a nightmare, "that was...is...Ita's book wasn't....isn't... it? No wonder he holds it close. I would too."

I sat down next to him, startling him. His blood shot green eyes slid over to look at me, then at the prone figure on the bed. Romano was silent despite the look that crossed his face moments ago, making it impossible to figure out what he was thinking. Not to mention what he was undoubtedly planning.  "Damn him for his poker face, well maybe not damn him but...um...curse him for it?" I really felt like hitting my head up against the wall. This was getting nowhere.

I saw a clock on the wall and shit has it only been 5 hours since this whole nightmare started?! I blinked. So much has happened since the party started that I found it difficult to wrap my mind around it. If someone were to tell me that zombies existed, three nations infected beyond recognition, my boyfriend died mysteriously, become somewhat friends with the most pissy and angry nation there is- all in about a span of 5 hours, I would laugh. I'm not laughing now.

"Germany, I am going out." Romano's voice rasped, ripping me out of my stupor. It took me a moment to register what he said.

"Not without me you're not. " I countered weakly. There was no way that I was going to let him out of my sight. I made a promise to Italy and plan on keeping it to my dying breath. He gave me a sideways glance then rolled his eyes at me.

"If you value your life, don't come with me." If that wasn't a sign that he was planning to do something stupid I don't know what is.

"Well, my life is kinda useless right now seeing as my whole life lays on that bed. You know, dead?"I said dryly, as my voice cracked.  Romano made an amused sound which was honestly kinda terrifying.