So, I've written this story because my friend, TheRealKira wanted me to write a Germany x Italy fan fiction. Personally, I feel like Italy's ooc so to make up for it I tried to make Germany in character as much as I can. And just to put it out there, it's in Italy's point of view. Enjoy

It had been years since I last saw Holy Rome. I missed him dearly. Not a single day passed by that I didn't think of him. He was so special to me. Of course, I wasn't depressed about it now. I was used to his absence, and Holy Rome promised that he'd come back to me. The day he left, I had no idea what to do with myself. I really didn't want him to leave. I'm seventeen now, and Holy Rome was still anywhere but here. Every day, I would clean Austria's house like I have done for years. Sometimes, Romano was nice enough to visit me. I think Spain agreed to bring him because he knew Romano wouldn't actually clean what so ever. Seeing my brother made me feel a little less lonely. Although, he could never replace Holy Rome. One day, I was outside sweeping when I noticed a visitor at the gate. I carried my broom with me and invited the man in.

"Hi, my name is Germany. Is Austria home?" He had such a serious tone to his voice. I couldn't help but wonder if something was angering him.

"I'm Italy, pleased to meet you. I'm afraid he's not here, so you'll have to settle for me." I grinned.

"Vill he be back soon?" He sort of grunted.

"Yes, would you like to wait for him?"

"Alright zen."

I walked with him inside. I remained my cheery self on the outside, but on the inside I was deep in thought. Why did he seem so familiar? I've never met a "Germany" before, so where did I know him from? I couldn't stop staring at him.

"Vhat an earth are you staring at?" Oh no, he seems angry.

"Nothing! I'm just, uhh," I decided to blurt it out, "I feel like I know you from somewhere."

"You know, come to zink of it, you seem really familiar to me as vell." Germany said rubbing his chin.

We threw ideas at each other, but all of them were wrong. I wanted to know who he was. He was Germany, but there was more to it than that.

"Maybe ve ran into each ozer at ze market?" Germany suggested.

"No, that's not it."

This went on for what felt to be the longest time. Where did I know him from? The fact that I just couldn't figure it out bothered me. I just decided to change the subject.

"Anyways, what brings you here to visit Austria?" I asked.

"He's an old friend of mine. I just recently came back from a trip. Seems useless telling him about it. I don't even remember it."

"Did you drink too much beer?" I asked giggling. I was hoping he wouldn't be offended; he seemed like the type who would.

"Vhat?! No! Vell, if I can't remember it, maybe I did."

He said he had come back from a trip. It instantly reminded me of Holy Rome. I really wish he would come back. I sometimes found myself wondering if he was even still alive. Old memories began to flash before my eyes. The time when we were both swimming in the creek. When we drew pictures together. Our first kiss. My eyes began flooding with tears.