Literature
Regret (Chapter 29)
An hour ticked by, and then another, each second being even more painfully long than the last. Germany kept looking up at the clock, barely even noticing how the time went as every time he glanced up, it still practically looked unchanged. Every so often, he would push his seat back as if trying to get up to go try again, but one look from Romano and he sat back down. It wasn’t yet time to go back into Italy’s room.
None of them flinched as the clock rang about three times, it being the only sound echoing through the house at this point. Romano tilted his head very lightly, as if trying to keep an ear out for any other noises. No