Don't Go

"No Germany, you can't, please!" Italy was on the point of tears, how could Germany leave to war? Had he not had enough already? "At least take me with you!"

"Of course not!" Germany's eyes showed fear of bringing him.

"Why because I'm weak?!" Italy stood from his pleading knees and stood as tall as he could to the big German, never before had the little country been so mad, but why was he mad? Surely not from being left out? He was a coward and he embraced it, so why was he so determined to fallow this fool to war? Either way it didn't matter, he walked up to the started man before him and stared straight into his bright blue eyes. "I know I'm weak, and I'm defiantly a coward, but you, you're a fool! Going and starting all this! There's no need for this war! You're being an idiot!" He was gasping for breath, still making eye contact with the awkward blonde.

"Italy, is that really how you feel? Am I a fool?" He had never ever seen Italy serious, he didn't even know that he could comprehend the feeling, but here he was, determined and fighting tears.

"That's exactly how I feel, why can't you just stay here? Stay with me?," He felt his tough wall start to fall once again, and the tears start to escape the sides of his eyes, and he fell down on his knees and bowed his head in defeat.

"It's okay," Germany fell to his own knees unable to stand proud when such a terrible sight was upon him, "you're not weak. You're just better than the rest of us," he felt three times more miserable knowing he caused this upon his friend. The very friend he had started to fall for. He went to grab his shoulders but suddenly the small man jumped up and hugged him.

For once the small Italian was taller than him, his tears began to fall like a river; he felt them fall onto his gloves and into the German's slicked-back hair, "P-P-Please don't go Ludwig, j-just stay with me." He buried his face in the rough gelled blonde locks of his love.

Ludwig found tears form in his own eyes, "Okay, Feliciano, I won't", he lifted his head meeting his lips with the gentle countries.