France seemed angry and he removed the knife, then scrapped it against the skin on Italy's neck, leaving a thin line of blood. "Fine." He pushed Italy to Ludwig with a scowl on his face. "But Italy, you are no brother of mine."

Ludwig glared at France at took Feliciano out of the room. "Feliciano...."

Tears dripped down Italy's face and he buried it in Germany's chest. "I didn't mean to.." He whispered over and over.

He held Italy close to him. "I know you didn't Italy... I know... It was an accidental fluke..." He rubbed Feliciano's back. "I know..."

"H-He hates me..." He cringed at his own words and cried louder.

"No Italy... If we explain everything to him, he might understand..."

"No he won't...he won't care...he's gonna hate me for forever and ever...I made him not beautiful anymore.."

"Italy, you do know there is something that gets rid of scars? It only takes a few weeks to make them fade away..." Ludwig looked at the Italian

Italy couldn't be consoled. "How can you get rid of a scar like that one?" He said, not thinking it possible to rid France of the huge scar across his chest that had nearly killed him. "And even if you get rid of the scar, he'll be angry that I rejected him."

"You had every right to reject him like that... he was trying to take advantage of you just the day before. And this stuff can get rid of ANY scar." Ludwig looked at Italy. "I have some for when you heal up more, and I can go and buy more..."

"Oh, Ludwig! I should have let him take advantage! It was his right..he's always cared for me and I owe him so much..." He cried a little more, guilt pressing him to think irrationally.

"No Italy! If he actually cared for you, he wouldn't ask for anything in return!" He rubbed Italy's back. "Why don't you sit down and I'll go talk to France, okay?"

Italy seated himself, not speaking. He'd had so much grief in the past week, things couldn't possibly get worse in his mind.

Germany walked into the room France was in. "Francis, may I speak to you?"

He didn't want anything to do with Germany, and knew more than likely he'd want to talk about Italy. None the less, he decided to humor the request. "Fine, make it quick." He snapped.

Ludwig chose to go simple first "The first question is, do you want something to eat? You surely must be hungry."

France was slightly surprised. "Yes, I do."

"what do you want? And do not say escargot, I do not keep that on hand to have cooked."

"I don't care. Just bring me something." He wasn't sure what they had on hand, he'd not like it probably, but he'd eat it.

"Okay." He walked out and just whipped up a quick meal in the kitchen before bringing it in to him. "Here. This was all I had that could be prepared quick." It was a plate of bratwurst and vegetables.

He grabbed it and began to eat greedily. "So what did you really want" He asked rudely through a mouthful of bratwurst.

"I was going to talk to you about the wound first... The scar won't be permanent... There's a gel you can use on it that will make it fade away with no problem what so ever..."

France kept eating. "Good. What else."

"Italy is beating himself up terribly over this entire thing... I want to heard what happened from you end."

France growled a little at Germany. "Let him beat himself up. He wouldn't even be what he is today without me. He'd be even more of a useless loser. Besides. The bitch stabbed me. I don't have to explain why I hate him. He owes me his damn life. I can take whatever I want from him."