(A/N. Ok, so this is just a little start off to show you guys what sort of thing I'll be writing from now on. They won't all be as fluffy as this, but this is something I've been planning for a while. We watch as Italy makes his way home from the world summit in the rain. For the best affect listen to My Immortal - Evanescence while reading. This contains tiny amounts of GerIta/HolyRomexChibitalia.)
"See you tomorrow, Italy-kun!"
Japan called as he split off from his friend. Italy waved back, knowing he wouldn't be heard over the thunder of rain. He sighed to himself, annoyed that he'd left his umbrella at home. He shrugged it of, stuffed his hands in his pockets and trudged home. As he passes people they wave and smile to him. The rain was a downer on his mood, so he nodded politely. As he walked, his mind wandered back to when he was little, when he worked for Austria and lived with him, Hungary and Holy Roman Empire. He remembered everything clearly. The day he left for war. The way Italy had given him the push broom he always used. Their kiss before he left. Italy shook his head, realizing that he had been crying. He knew Holy Rome wasn't going to come back, so he had to stop kidding himself. When he got home, he took off his wet jacket and slumped behind his desk. As he sat there staring down at the blank pages, his mind slipped back to Holy Rome. The promises they had made to each other. Holy Rome, that he would return. Italy, that he would return. As he felt, the wet trail of tears fall down his cheeks again, he suddenly felt like he was back with Holy Rome on the day he left. He looked at him in shock, thinking it couldn't possibly be true. He stood up and reached forward, trying to take his hand. As he reached him, however, the image melted away and Italy was alone again. He slumped down again, holding his head in his hands. Why was he suddenly thinking of Holy Rome so much? He looked over at the calender and sighed. It was the anniversary of when he left. He didn't know how many years it had been. If he had to be honest he didn't really want to know. He felt his shoulder shaking, as he quietly sobbed. He didn't notice someone come into the room.
"Italy? Are you OK? Why are you crying?"
He looked up and saw Germany standing in front of him, a look of concern etched on his face. As Italy looked at his blonde German friend, he suddenly felt a sting of recognition. He'd never noticed before, but Germany looked an awful lot Holy Rome might have done, if he'd grown up. Italy opened his mouth slightly as if to say something, but the words caught in his throat. He stood up and moved round the desk, looking up at Germany.
"Italy?"
"Don't leave me. Please Germany." The tears started flowing again and he put his head on Germany's chest. He quietly sobbed into his best friend. With the rain and the memories, it was just to much for the little Italian. Germany awkwardly put his arms around him rubbing his back, trying to calm him down. He leant down a little, so he could whisper into his ear.
"Don't worry Italy. I won't."
(So, that was my first little bit of fluff. Depending on my mood it will increase or decrease. I hope you enjoyed my first story after the change. Tell me what you think :3)