Depressed Italy x Germany

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Italy's pov

I was finally released from the hospital and went back to the inn. Tomorrow, I would be packing up my things to go back to Italy. I was quite relieved to hear that to be honest, that is until Germany came up and told me a sudden notice. "Italy, I'll be coming to Italy with you and stay at your place for a couple days." Germany said. "Ve~?? Why? But I would oh so love Germany to be at my place!" I said with a smile. As I said that, Germany squinted a concerned and suspicious look.

A little bit of Germany's pov for the story:

"Ve~??? Why? But I would oh so love Germany to be at my place!" Said the little Italian. Why would he ask why? Normally, he would make remarks about how excited he is and how he would love for me to be with him but he would never ever ask why. I realized that I was making a face which seemed to catch Italy off guard for some reason. Is he hiding something from me? No.. I trust Italy, he always tells everything. "

Italy's pov

Time passed really quick as tomorrow was already today, the day Germany and I would go to Italy, my beautiful home. But there was one flaw, I had a collection of razor blades in my room which I can't let Germany see. My room was also a mess because I was too sad to clean it. And three, I didn't clean up the blood in my room before I left to go to the world meeting and it must've been dried out by now. I was worrying too much that I didn't even realize I was spacing out until Germany snapped me out of it. "Italy! Quit spacing out. We're here." Germany told me. "Ah! Sorry Germany!" I apologized.   

In front of me was my mansion that I lived in. We both entered at the same time, taking our shoes off at the main entrance. In an instant, I dashed off to my room to clean up the mess. "Italy!" I hear Germany yell. Once I was in the room, it looked like a bloody crime scene. A few moments later, I heard Germany knocking at the door. Shit I didn't expect him to follow me. "Italy! Answer the door now!" Germany yelled through the door. "Sorry Germany I just wanted to change real quick! I'm really sweaty right now so I would be embarrassed if you saw me like this!" I made up an excuse. "And you're not embarrassed about running around my house with just a jacket on?" He replied back. Jeez isn't he persistent? "I'm sorry Germany but this is really important!" I say, sweating. "Italy, are you hiding something from me?" Germany asked through the door. I hesitated before saying something back, "N-no! Ve I would never lie to Germany! I'm actually sweating badly!" I lied. Quickly, I shoved the box of razors under my bed. "Italy I'm coming in whether you like it or not. I'm worried for you." Germany said. Then, I shoved all the clothes on the floor into my dresser. All that's left is the dried up blood on my carpet. Of course I wouldn't be able to clean that up quickly so I dragged the rug to cover up the spot. Suddenly, I heard a loud 'bam' as the door was kicked down. I was relieved that I managed to do all that in time.

"Oh, you really are sweating badly. Sigh... I'm sorry I doubted you Italy, I'm just worried that you're hiding something from me." Germany said, looking around my room. "Ve, It's fine Germany." I assured him.