In your eyes...

"Where is Germany? Where is he!"
Suddenly, Italy barged in our conference room furious. It is the first time I saw Italy angry. If he's angry then this must be real bad news.
"He's not here, Italy." I said calmly.
"You're a liar, America! Of course, he's here! And all of you kidnapped him!" he accused.
"Don't accuse us if you're not sure we did it, Italy. ohohoho~" France interrupted.
"He's missing for three days now and there's no one who could do this to him but you! You selfish ignorant people!" Italy shouted.
I was about to say something when England cutt me off.
"Hey! Watch your words git! Germany is not here! If he's here, he'll be dead right now." England muttered.
"ENGLAND!!" everybody chorused and we shot him a look.
"What?" he asked.
"You're not helping, Angleterre." France said.
"Shut up, you idiot!" I shot him the look again. Jeesh, England. You're making things worse. I added in my mind.
"So you really kidnapped him. YOU!" Italy pointed at England. "You killed him you British thick-eye browed man!" he shouted.
England's eyes grew bigger and he was ready to shout back at him but I cutt him off.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hey wait! C'mon man!" I turned to Italy. "You're just confused. First of all he's not here and second of all if he's here, he's probably shouting your name in our basement. Can you hear a thing? Nothing. So chill man." I reassured.
"Maybe you put duck tape on his mouth! Or you--"
"Shut up you bloody git! Alfred-- I mean America-- already told you that he's not here! Could you not understand? If you want to you could search the entire house!" England shouted at him annoyed. For some reasons, his face became red all of the sudden.
"Calm down, England." I walked towards him and I swear his face is really red. "Let me do this okay?" I whispered to him. Then he nodded. I turned to Italy.
"He's not here, Italy. Maybe he went to his boss or his brother's house or anywhere. You should just wait for him or let the police do the job okay? We didn't kidnapped him even though we're your enemies. I'm telling the truth to you." I said looking straight to his eyes. I didn't expect that Italy will believe me or he'll be hysterical again but his body relaxed and his face doesn't show anger anymore instead it was replaced by sadness.
"I think you're right, America. I should look for him." Italy murmured in not more than a whisper. "Uhm.. guys. I'm sorry. Didn't mean to accuse any of you. I'm sorry. But if you see Germany tell him...tell him... come back to me, okay? Thanks." He smiled faintly and walked away crying.
"Wow, he's really sad." England broke the silence.
"Of course he is sad, Angleterre. He loves Germany and he is missing right now. When your love one is not by your side, you feel incomplete and empty. It will really break your heart." explained France.
"Love can do that?" I asked.
Then France grabbed me and England. His hands are on our shoulders.
"Of course, America. Love can do the impossible." He winked at England and me. Then he smiled at the both of us.
I looked at England. Our eyes met. My pulse became faster. Suddenly, in those green eyes I can now fully understand what France meant.