026. Tears

"Spain, take him."

"Austria, may this trade lenghten our relationship."

Italy waatched from afar as his brother was taken away from him. His eyes became clouded with tears. Soon, they fell over his eyelids and streamed down his face. "B-Brother R-Romano." he mumbled, running from that place to hide in his room that was nestled away in Austria's home. He lay down on his bed, weeping loudly. Behind the door, the Holy Roman Empired listened.

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"Italy, now."

"I-I don't want to c-come out! I-I might be taken away just like brother Romano!"

Frustrated, Austria walked off to his piano room. He mumbled, "Worthless little brat" as he reached it. Once he was out of sight, the Empire stepped in and slid the door slowly behind him.

"Are you a-alright?" he asked, worried. "Wh-Why are you crying?" his voice was nervous and shook.

"E-EEP!" The small Italy jumped from his bed and landed, his small behind in the air. His bloomers gave the Empire a sudden blush. He attempted to cover his eyes and tried not to burst out laughing. Tears came to his eyes as he held in the chuckle. Once Italy had regained his footing, he giggled.

"Y-You aren't crying too, are you?" he chirped highly. The Empired wiped away his tears and shook his head back and forth.

"N-NO! I'm not crying!" he thickened his voice in a sad but valiant attempt to sound tough.

"Th-Then I'm not crying either!" said the small nation, who swept away his tears and imitated the Roman's deeper voice.