Germany was dusting a very old bookshelf in the older part of the house. For some reason Italy decided to crash at his place and Germany wanted everything to look nice. He looked up at the bookshelf and noticed that one of the books was sticking out a little pit more than the others. No one else would have seen it but Germany being the perfectionist he is, saw it. He reached up to push the book back in to place.

It was really hard to push it back but when Germany got it back the bookshelf itself started to move back. A lot of dust came out behind it. The dust cleared and Germany saw a room behind the bookshelf.

Should I go explore it? I won't be gone for but a minute Italy can't get into much trouble in that time.
Germany couldn't see what was in the room, good thing he always cared a flashlight. He turned it on and saw that the room was full of books on bookshelves that went all the way to the roof.
Germany looked at the books and saw that they didn't have titles on them. They had instead years starting at (1525) all the way to (1947). Germany thought back to when Prussia had lived here. Prussia was very proud that he had lived in the same house for 422 years.
"This must be Prussia's secret library!" exclaimed Germany.

Germany skimmed the times till he found (1814) the year of his birth. This is going to be good. Prussia was always praising me when I was a young country. Let's see what he had to say in his journal.
Germany pulled the journal out and stared to read.
"5, December 1814 I found a little dying country in a field painted red with blood. He told me that he was the Holy Roman Empire and that he had been fighting for about 30 years. Then he just passed out with his eyes open. The look in his sky blue eyes was that was complete horror. I brought him to my house still out cold. My boss said that "he would bring an end to our empire" I told him that I would lock his memories away so he doesn't remember who he was, and that he would be just as awesome as his older brother when he woke up. I also gave him a new name 'Germany'…."

Germany dropped the book. He can't believe what he just read. Everything he was a lie. The feelings, the memories, and that day. The day he, the Holy Roman Empire, went off to war. He, Germany, was the Holy Roman Empire.

"Italy" it can out soft but got louder, "ITALY, ITALLLLLY!" yell Germany. He ran to the kitchen where he knew he would find Italy.

"G- Ger- Germany" Italy shuddered "I-I wasn't doing any…" Italy turned around to Germany and found tears in his sky blue eyes "…thing. Germany why are you crying?" Italy had never seen Germany cry before.

"I'm so sorry Italy for making you wait all these…" Germany couldn't look Italy in the eyes. Italy walked up to him and embraced him.

"Shhh, it's ok" said Italy. He took his hand and began to smooth Germany's hair. "The only thing that matters is that you kept your promise. You came back to me."


Yay! First fanfiction! And since this is my fist one I would be very happy to get constructive criticism from all the senior fanfiction writers out there. Thank you for your time and patience for reading my story.