Italy's pov
Everything was dark. Am I dead? Probably, but it's not like anyone would care anyway.
Italy
I t a l y
I t a l y ! ! !
Light. The bright sun once again brightened up the room, but this wasn't my room. I was laying on a hospital bed, figures. I turned to the right of me, and saw Germany resting his head on the bed. He looked so peaceful. "I-Italy.." He said in his sleep. He's dreaming about me?
I could barely breathe. My was-bleeding-arm was now bandaged. I guess that means that Germany knows now. I suddenly felt a pain in my chest, and a tear letting loose.
"Italy..." Germany said, finally awake. I turned to the right a bit and saw that he was crying. I thought he didn't care about me.
"Why... why would you jump off the bridge!?" He said, kind of loudly. I just looked at him with no expression on my face. Slowly, I lifted my hand up to his face. I felt more tears coming down my cheeks. When it became tiring, I brought my hand back down. "G-Germany.."
"Shh you don't need to talk Italy." Germany said.
"I want to sleep..." I replied, drifting off into the drowsiness.
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Depressed Italy x Germany
Romance-completed- "You know what, this would make a GOOD thumbnail for the book hehe" listen man, I just like stories with a depressed main character, not in a bad way Anyway on to the real description, Italy is depressed Ok there now rEaD
