Author: BakanHealthy

Translator: dA's scarlettwinchester
Genre: Oneshot, SuperShort-General, Bittersweet, Bromance
Rating: K
Characters: Italy, Holy Roman Empire, Germany
Disclaimer: Hetalia and its characters belong to Himarya Hidekaz. The rest are this fanfic's author's.

-Illusione-

I met Holy Roman Empire on my way home.

He was sitting in a small sidewalk café, wiping the dirt off his sword. With a thousand thoughts running through his mind.

Maybe I can't say he's "he" anymore. Whenever I see him, he would still just a lad. He would stand up, and his length maybe just passed my waist. And would be worn by his own cape. In my memories, Holy Roman Empire always wore an oversized cape for a cheat on the eyes of the beholder. It made him seemed to be taller and better built than he was, even though he still looked like a lad, and the thick clothing wasn't helping.

But I took my time and stared at him. He has not changed. His light blond hair always tamed and tucked in his hat, but cascaded out of his overly sized hat when he chased me at that meadow. His cerulean blue eyes would stare at the sky, and I bet he was formulating his great plan to conquer the world, even the bright blue sky above him. He has a small stick with him, along with that hat. The sword he held was too much for him to handle, but he would proudly raised it, like a proud soldier would when the battle has begun.

Holy Roman Empire put the handkerchief back to his slacks' pocket, and raised his head, take a look around. He caught my eyes, smiled brightly, then turned back to face his teacup, he slowly raised it with his little hands, but something stopped him from doing it.

"So things are good so far?" he muttered, but I could still make out the words. "Maybe things are still good after all."

That's when Germany joined me.

"What took you so long?" he knocked my head, in a half-punishing-half-teasing way, made me shut my eyes immediately. Luckily, Holy Roman Empire was still there. "Spain and I were worried sick about you. What are you standing there for, the gelato will melt!"

Holy Roman Empire stared at me, his eyes incoherent. Maybe it was noisy. He never took a liking on obnoxious people, even though he still agreed hearing me sing.

"I'm sorry", I muttered to Germany. Germany just took a glance, and then sighed. Maybe he is getting used to it.

"Come on let's go now."

Finishing his sentence he walked away, I ran behind, trying to catch him up. While running I checked my belongings, to see that everything was still there and the gelato was half melt. Shifting the messenger bag to my left, I turned my head back. Holy Roman Empire was still there.

I mouthed him: "I'm still good, how you doing?"

Holy Roman Empire smiled

"What are you doing?" Germany asked, clearly annoyed. I raised my hand in a saluting way:

"Nothing, sir!"

"Pay attention to where you're going, or hold my hand so you won't get lost."

I gave him a toothy smile, held his hand, while he looked away and sighed in annoyance.

When I turned back (again), he was gone. Where he sat, there was a streak of sunlight, evaporating the tea spilled from his cup, the steam slowly dissolved in to the warm atmosphere, just like the dew coated the meadow that early morning at Austria's house.