A/N: Hi people~ 8D 2nd official fanfic, first from Hetalia. Yea… This is based on a rp I had, I wrote the starter so technically the story idea is mine. I do not own any characters in Hetalia, except my lame OC Singapore 8D /shotshot anyway, hope you like this story.. ahaha...

WARNING: YAOI(BoyXBoy), Lemons in later chapters.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia…

Italy's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I-Italy, I've missed you so much ever since I left... My things are in the attic, p-please take them. I'm sorry to say I'm not "myself" anymore..." The image of a young boy, clad in black started to fade away.

"N-no don't go! Please.." hand outstretched, I pleaded the boy, tears starting to form and spill out of his eyes. Holy Rome can't go now, not before asking him where he really is now.. big brother France has to be lying to me!

"I'm sorry.. but I can't stay any longer.. I-I love you and will never stop loving you.. good bye..." The boy, known as the Holy Roman Empire faded completely as I fell to the ground, crying my heart out.

"No! Holy Rome!" Jolting up on the bed, I frantically looked around. V-ve?I'm in Germany's room..must be a bad dream.. I realised that the pillow I was lying on was damp, probably by my tears that seemed to start falling. I sighed, feeling the weight tug at my heart.

"Maybe I should go and see if what Holy Rome said was true..." I looked over to my best friend, Germany, checking if he was asleep. I could not help but notice the calm expression on his face, sculpted perfectly with a sharp nose balanced by the seemingly soft lips, all accented by the soft moonlight shining through the window. Usually, I wouldn't notice all the little details of just anyone's face; frankly, I can admit that I have fallen for him. Without thinking, I planted a little kiss on his forehead before heading to his attic...

Germany's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Listen up bruder~"

"Since when I'm your brother?"

"Since forever kesesese~ as I was saying, you're the Holy Roman Empire, ja?" A tall man emerged from the dark. I looked at him. I noted immediately that he was my idiotic brother, Prussia. Why is he talking to this teenage boy? Why does the boy look like me? More importantly, why am I watching Prussia talk to him...?

"Um.. Ja I am.." the boy replied. I was shocked at how similar he sounded as compared to me. If it were me talking, even the tone would have been the same.

"Well, not anymore West~! Kesesesese~" he walked over to me, slightly hitting his head with a tube. Wait... West? Why is mein bruder calling him that? Doesn't he only call me that? All these questions clouding my thoughts gave me a minor headache.

"W-wha-? Why not? And why are you calling me West? I'm Holy Ro-" the boy stood up. I'm guessing he's as confused as I was..

"Correction, you were holy Rome, you'll find out soon enough, kesesese!" Prussia turned around and left. The boy, whom I am guessing is the Holy Roman Empire, faded into nothing. It was just me in the darkness..

I woke up, hearing Italy shift his blankets. Scheiße!He sneaked into my bed again! I was about to lecture him when he suddenly jolted up.

"No! Holy Rome!" He looked around frantically.

Holy Rome? The boy in my dream...? Lecturing can wait. I turned, my back facing Italy. The moonlight shining on him made him almost look gorgeous. His fair skin tinted blue due to the light, wrinkled at his forehead and small lips frowning. He looked like a masterpiece, painted by the best of the best, almost perfect under the moonlight, even if he was upset or something. It took all my willpower to turn and face the other way and pretend to sleep and try and listen for clues about the empire instead of getting up to comfort him, maybe kiss him a little, though I knew my pride would cause me to lecture him instead.

"Maybe I should go and see if what Holy Rome said was true..." He looked over to me. I could almost feel his eyes scanning my face. I feigned sleep, forcing myself to keep my eyes shut.

A few moments later, I felt soft lips on my forehead.. wait.. lips? Sure Italy had his fair share of kisses planted on me but all of them were cheek kisses, greetings from his homeland. The little kiss earlier.. felt.. loving. More than a friend kind of love. He got up and went outside. I cracked my eyes open and touched my forehead. My heart started to speed up. C-could it be that I-I'm in love with Italy? But he's not even a good soldier! All he does is slack off and play with kittens and... My face started heating up. Gott! Am I b-blushing? N-no time for that..I have to find out where is Italy going.. I stood up and stretched, scanning the floor.

"Hm? That's odd.. no signs of Italy's clothing.. he must've finally slept with his clothes on.." I walked out slowly. Spotting Italy's curl disappear past a corner, I crept up behind him, just in time to see him enter the attic.

"The attic? I wonder what he can find there..."

Maybe this little trip back in time can make my dream clearer. Many questions that swarmed in my head will be answered. Though I just had the dream today, I had a feeling that I have had these questions since a long time ago and they just got resurfaced into my conscience...

EDIT: Some minor changes, gawd im such a fail ;~;

A/N: YAY~ 1st chapter finished aha~ errm, so some minor translations?

Bruder: Brother (German)

Ja: Yes (German)

Mein: My (German)

Scheiße: Shit (German)

Gott: God (German)
Really sorry to any native Germans anywhere if I got it wrong. Well you know how Google translate is. Please feel free to correct me (: Rate and Review please~