Depressed Italy x Germany

VI

Italy's pov

"So um, can I see what's in that box under your bed? Just curious is all." Germany asked. Crap I didn't shove it deep enough under the bed. What'll happen if he finds out? "I- uh- um." I stuttered. "Hm?" Germany said, eyeing me suspiciously. "W-well no." I tried to refuse. "Why? You always let me see your stuff, nevertheless force me to." Germany replied back. "What would you be hiding anyway?" He added, coming closer to me as I took a step back. "This... is something important to me, and it's something I don't want people to see." I looked down at the floor with a dull face. All I could hear after that was awkward silence. "I'm sorry, you don't need to show me if you don't want to." Germany finally said. I looked up at him with a closed eye smile. "I'm glad you understand Germany!" I say as I walk out of the room, not thinking twice about leaving Germany in there.

Germany's pov

Now I know that Italy said that box was something he didn't want people to see, but curiosity got me. Italy would always tell me everything, even if it was something important to him, even it was something other people shouldn't know, so of course I'm gonna be curious about it. He's been acting weird ever since that world meeting.

I want to know what he's hiding whether he likes it or not. Checking if Italy was nearby, I turned to the bed and slowly pulled out the box. Now what are you hiding here Italy?

When I pulled out the entire box, I was in deep shock. This is.. something important to him? Why would something like razor blades and sharp knives be important to him? Was he lying just to get me to not see it? Either way, I was shocked. Thinking of why he would have these, my mind went all the way back to when Italy was in the hospital.

Flashback(might be kind of different)

I looked at Italy's arm that was bandaged up. That's strange, I thought he only fell from the bridge? "Hey, why are there bandages on your arm? I thought you only fell from a bridge?" I ask Italy. "Oh this? Don't worry Germany! I just tripped and fell on the hard cement floor and scraped my arm before arriving at the bridge! Hehe." He chuckled and smiled.

Back to present

Wait a minute, I think I just figured it out. How could I be this dumb? Italy was hurting himself! But... why? I need to talk to him about this. I went to the kitchen and saw Italy. "Oh hi Germany! I-a just cooked pasta, want some?" Italy said cheerfully. "I'm sorry Italy but I'm not hungry at the moment." I declined his offer. "Oh, that's okay! You can just-a eat it later." He said. "Also Italy, we need to ta-"

"Oh sorry Germany, I need to get something from my room real quick!" Italy interrupted me. "Wait, Italy-" I tried to call him but he was already too far away from me. I caught up with Italy and was at the door to his room. I opened and saw Italy, just standing there, looking at something. "Hey." He says, referring to me. "You found out, huh?" Italy said without any emotion in his words.