They found a nice place under the shade of a date-palm. England felt so tired, his entire body still ached from the war.
"Romano, did you hear about what happened to France? I saw him with my own eyes...I had to promise a dying man he'd be allright. I tried to save his home, but we saw it getting burnt down. Now Germany is parading around Paris like he owns the place."
Englands face had become an angry scowl.
"I need your help."
Somehow he looked desperate and scared.
"Bad things are happening, please become the leader of the resistance please! Your brother doesn't need to know, I'll bring you as many provisions as I can, I'll bring radios and typewriters! I need to know Italy doesn't fully agree with Germany... Musolini and your brother invaded you right? I heard they forced you!"
In a last desperate attempt he grabbed the others hand.
"Organise it in secret, you're good at doing that. Please...I don't want to hate you."
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Romano lay down against the tree and made himself a good spot to fall asleep, when England started ranting.
"England...ssss... Yes I've heard about France, I really sorry but everything will be fine.... it hurts yes, but he'll live."
England grabbed his hand, he was shaking.
Romano pulled England down laying against him
"Ssss... I will help. But let me get this straight I was not invaded by anyone.. you hear me. Not by no german not by my brother. I'm not forced doing anything. I became axis, yes. I promised my brother to be one nation, ONE. that's hard enough as it is. I promised allright... Please don't hate me. But I tell you this Italia doesn't fully agree, there are rebels, both north as south. Bits of me are allready dying for your cause. Please come rest a little. Aren't you tired, I know I am."
Romano cuddled up against England.
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Romanos words just washed over England, so there was a resistance, there was hope. The very fact that Romano had released him meant a lot. He didn't answer anything but held onto Romano tight.[ only... he kinda did get invaded : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/March_on_Rome but I won't nag]
he had been meaning to just go to sleep, but before he knew it he was crying. Heavy shocks going trough his shoulders, his face buried in Romanos shoulder.
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"Hey, hey soldier... just let it all out. It's ok, we shared enough so you don't have to be embarashed for nothing with me allright... except for when i beat you playing ball, but that's indefinetable.. so you might want to cry about that as well, while your at it, right?"(didn't know that but hey it's not like romano is going to admit he got beat up by his little brother and his stupid potatolover anyway, right?)
He gave him a manly hug.
"I missed you a lot, you know that. You're the only one i can really talk to"
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England tried hard to get himself together again. He wiped his face with his sleeve, smearing some snot on it. god France was right, I'm really unatractive when I cry, he thought.
"I already know I suck at football...but I like it." His voice was still quivering but he hoped that if he just joined the joke he'd get his composure back faster.
"Romano...I- I missed you to damnit. Being an island sucks sometimes. People forget about you if you don't share borders. It's damn lonely from time to time. Also, I missed you because of you. Because of who you are."
Good thing he stopped crying. Otherwise this would be the most sissy thing he'd ever said.
Exept maybe the poems he'd write when he couldn't sleep at night, but hey, those weren't said aloud so that didn't count! Even if some were really sappy and about love. ... Not for a certain country he absolutely despised.