Intractable Emotion. (A GerIta fanfic)

Chapter XX. DON'T LET LOVE GO ASTRAY, FRANCE IS ON HIS WAY!

~Chapter XX.~

DON'T LET LOVE GO ASTRAY, FRANCE IS ON HIS WAY!

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＊Italy's P.O.V.＊

"I'm busy with a life, leave a damn message!" Romano's answering message said to me.

"Um hi yes hello this is Italy, your FRATELLO, leaving another message. DID YOU FIND OUT ABOUT GERMANY PLEASE REPLY I WILL BREAK DOWN SOON WAHH! H-He didn't say anything when he got home late, and then he left early this morning!! I don't know what to do and I-" but before I could finish my sentence, the phone beeped again, signaling I was out of time to record a message. I began sniffling, then I ended up crying insanely all over again.

Germany had barely said anything to me in 3 days! I wasn't doing anything annoying or impolite, in fact I tried to even be less loud while I saw he was busy. What did I do wrong? We used to be lovey dovey almost every hour and now he's not even looking my way.

After remembering the past few days, my river of tears became a flood and I stained the pillow I was hugging with drops of it. Here I am, spending my Friday evening alone, without Ludwig, aND WITHOUT PASTA! Germany hadn't gone to pick some up yesterday.

As I tried to stop sniffling, the doorbell began ringing. I slowly shuffled over, peeking out to see France.

"ITALY, LET'S GO OUt oh god you look terrible mon bon ami. Do you need some powder or something?" France asked, making me quiver.

"N-No I'm alright, sorry for greeting you like this. What do mean go out?" I asked, curious.

"Well I've heard you've been, uh how do you say it "down in the dumps" so I thought I'd take you out on a romantic time around town!" France explained, flashing a smile.

"Oh, well I don't know, I'm not really dressed or anyth--"

"I've brought you a suit."

"I don't have any mon--"

"I'll take care of the whole bill!"

"To be honest with you, I just don't feel happy enough to g-"

"That's why I wanna take you out, to cheer you up! Allons, my cute little brother, it'll be grand!" Francis told me, putting on a puppy dog face.

"Well I can't say no to that" I said, giggling a little. He handed me the suit to put on and I went upstairs and changed. After, France and I left Germany's house, driving to wherever France was planning.

"So, mon frère, what has been on your mind so much to make you weep?" France asked.

"Well, Germany's just been so busy, and he's never home. Whenever he is home he ignores me. I just don't know what I did wrong. I'm scared he's found someone he likes more". I slumped back in the car chair I sat in, trying not the sniffle.

"Of course he can't replace you, Feliciano. You're very special to him, anyone could tell, maybe there's just...something else on his mind."

"That's still a problem, why won't he share what he's thinkingggg?" I sighed, hugging myself. France looked over at me sympathetically, then pulled into a parking spot in a gas station rest stop.

"Uh, France, what are we doing here?" I asked, a bit confused. He just shrugged, taking my arm softly and pulling me to the front of the rest stop where a bench and a pay phone sat. A few people would drive in and pump their gas, staring at us as they entered the small rest stop to pay for snacks and such. After about 10 minutes, I cleared my throat awkwardly.