Operation Hetalia

Chapter Nine

-Romano's POV-

It made me sick to my stomach to think of that potato bastard. He is a freak for even talking to my sister. How could I have been a fool! I let my guard down and he pulled that sick move!

I was getting mad. I didn't know where I was or what I was doing. I remember Spain saying he had to leave early for his friends. I didn't like him hanging around with France and even more with Prussia. Any blood relation to that...THING...shouldn't be talked to, but if I tell Spain to stay away from him then it will just start things between me and him.

I realized I was on my way to Germany's house. Italy had been gone for about an hour. I started to doubt Japan needed to discuss 'lady things'. I hurried my way as fast as I could.

I knocked on the door as soon as I got there. Hungary was at the door. Great, Prussia's fiancee'. She smiled. It looked like she was cleaning the house. She does know that Prussia has his own house, right?

"Hello? Romano? What do you want?" she asked.

"Is my sister here? I'm looking for her." I said.

"No, just me. But if you see Spain, tell him that Prussia would like to have you guys come to our wedding because your roommates." she said.

I smiled. Yeah roommates, I thought to myself. "Okay. When he comes home I'll tell him. But when is it?"

"Wednesday. Well, I need to go make dinner for them."

I looked at her blankly. "Can I help?" I asked, unknowing why. This wasn't like me.

"Don't you need to find Italy?" she asked.

"She'll be fine, I just don't want her around Germany. She wouldn't understand." I said.

"Then I guess. Prussia told me what he knows, so I'm aware of what your worried about."

I snickered. She didn't really know. I reminded myself of the real reason I was angry. Hungary let me in and we went into the kitchen.

"What are we making?" I asked.

"Well, sausage and baked potatoes." she said.

I lightly sighed and grinned at her. "Do you have anything to drink? I'm a little thirsty." I said.

She thought for a minute. "Water, milk, wine, beer?"

"Wine." I said.

She handed me a glass and poured some red wine into it. She filled one for herself. We sat on the couch and drank the whole bottle without knowing. I sat on the couch and thought for a minute.

"Romano, if you don't me asking, what wouldn't she understand?" Hungary asked.

I grunted at the question. "Years ago, my grandfather, Rome, was allies with Germania, the boy's grandfather. Stuff happened and Germania killed our grandfather. Italy loved him, it would kill her to know. I need to tell her though."

She looked at me, her face was filled with a scared, blank look. I turned to see what she was really looking at. Italy was standing in the doorway, alone. Germany wasn't with her.

I bolted up and ran to her. She shoved me away and ran down the road. I ran after her. I felt horrible, she was going to hate me. She really was.

-Italy's POV-

I heard what my brother said and lost it. He was keeping so much from me. I knew Grandpa Rome died, I was never told how though. I charged down the road wanting to run away from him.

Germany was going to hate me for what I did. I wanted to be with him and Holy Rome. It hurt me to learn all that I did. I was heading for France's house.

When I got to his house I ran in without asking. I ran up his stairs and into the bathroom. I locked myself in and waited for him to pound the door. He knock lightly and slipped a pack of napkins under the door.

I opened the door and came out. Romano wasn't there but France was. I started to cry and walked down stairs. He let me stay and drink some tea until I calmed down. We sat in chairs talking about nothing, I avoided the topic of why I ran in.

"Italy, are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said.

"Italy, really, I know about the thing. What happened?" he asked.

"Spain!" I yelled.

"Oui, but don't blame him, what happened?"

 I sighed heavily. "I walked in on Hungary and Romano."

"Oui, I see now." he said,  smirking.

"No! They were talking about my Grandpa Rome and Germany's Grandpa fighting. He said Germany's killed mine."

"So are mad at Germany?" he asked.

I thought for a minute. "He didn't kill him though. I'm just upset with him for what happened."

"You explained why you fell didn't you? Ah. Well, just talk to him about how you feel about this. You love him don't you?" he ranted.

"Si, I love Germany. I wish Romano didn't hate him." I said.

"So talk to your amore. He'll understand over time. He loves you Italy."

"Okay, France. But, can I spend the night. I don't like my house alone and Romano is going to kill me. Please Francey-pants."

"Fine. You can have the guest room. But you know my rules."

So I spent the night at France's. When I woke up I heard another voice in his room so I stayed away and made him something to eat. I left a note for him. I left for my house. I wasn't going to deal with Romano's crap today.

Germany's smell of wurst lingered in the room. I smiled and felt the tears form. I pushed them from my eyes and walked slowly into my bathroom. I was going to take a shower. I cried as I got in.

I cleaned myself from the smell I had from France's house. I dried and dressed and didn't know what to do. I wandered around my house until I got thirsty; I decided to grab myself can of root beer and watch TV. It tasted so sweet and I got hungry for some reason.