AN:If you are expecting a Tomato Box Fairytale, you are sadly mistaken. This story has nothing to do with that. The only kind of fluff you'll find is sad fluff. I'm just writing this story to switch up the style a bit. Please enjoy!

"I don't know what to fucking do anymore. He won't eat. He won't talk. He won't cry. Hell, the only thing he does is sleep, and he doesn't even do much of that! I'm at my wits end!"

I didn't feel like moving. Romano was shouting at someone again. Two times my love had died. I had been shielded from the first one. Holy Rome had died when we were just children. Germany had helped me get over him, but now he was gone as well. I didn't know how I would come out of this one. It had taken so long for me to tell him that I loved him. I wanted more time with him. I tried to remember the sweet precious times we shared, but all I could remember was the end. I was holding his head up, drenching my blue uniform in his blood. He reached for my face. His hands were cold, but his blood was so warm. He replaced my tears with the blood that dripped from his fingers. There was no hope of saving him. In his final breaths he told me he loved me. That had been one month ago.

"Italy? Honey, are you okay?"

It was Hungary. That's who Romano was talking to. She placed a bowl of pasta in front of me. I stared at it.

"Please you've got to eat. You can't keep doing this to yourself."

I stared some more, sighed and picked up the fork. She had a point. Germany would yell at me if had seen me acting like this. I could practically hear his kind harsh voice.

"That a girl. I know it was hard dealing with the loss of Germany." I flinched. "Believe me, you guys were my favorite. It's so sad. You guys loved each other so much." I didn't miss the past tense. I slurped a bit of the spaghetti. "The only people that could come close to you guys were possibly Spamano."

That caught my attention. "Spamano?" I croaked. My voice was sore. It had been a while since I had used it.

Hungary was delighted that I was speaking. She went on trying to keep my attention. "Yeah, Spamano. You know, Spain and Romano as a couple." I didn't know Romano was with Spain. He never told me I guess. I'm glad he had found someone to love. Hopefully his story would go a lot better than mine did.

"The only why their couple wasn't as possible as yours was because people think that Spain is a whore!"

My eyes went wide. Hungary saw my reaction and instantly regretted what she had said.

"I mean it's just a rumor! There's no definitive proof. No one quite knows what's going on. You know what? Just forget I said anything."

I don't think I could forget it. What she said could never be taken back. She let me finish the rest of my pasta in silence. The only sound that came was the sound of my fork against the empty bowl.

"Thanks for coming," I said weakly as Hungary picked up the dirty dishes.

She leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Anytime sweetie. If you need anything, you know where to find me."

I was alone in the room. I know I couldn't stay like this. I had a new purpose. I got up, trying hard not to make too much noise. I didn't want Romano to know.

Every country had a few secrets: parts of their history they regretted. Germany had shown me his once. It was filled with horrible scary things. Swastikas and incinerators. Containers of poisonous gas. I had cried for hours. He had held me so close and told me how sorry he was. He had trusted me on such a deep level. I never had a chance to show him mine.

I knew I had to face this. I knew I had to do this. I needed for this to stay a rumor. I would pull this off for my brother. He deserved a happier ending. He deserved something I was ensuring I could never have.