I was hit hard with inspiration so I have to write this… Hope you enjoy! Germany is a female and Italy's a man. Human names might be used.

Italy – Feliciano Vargas

Germany – Liliana Beilschmidt (because she's a girl and I like that name)

Prussia – Gilbert Beilschmidt

Britain – Arthur Kirkland

America – Alfred F. Jones

I was inspired to write this after hearing that old expression "If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was." So if this reminds you of that, that's why.

Also, I know the story of Dear John so this is based roughly on that too (even though I've never read the book or seen the movie), but I think I get the jest of it from the movie trailer.

This chapter is long…

Dear Germany

Akt Eins

Germany and Prussia lived together in Germany's house. She and her Bruder were very close, but they never acted like it. He was very confident in everything he did, but she just saw it as him being cocky. Prussia teased and taunted his indifferent little Schwester about little everything – except men; he was very serious and protective when it came to men.

In then evenings, the brother and sister could often be seen at the local bar drinking pints of beer and chatting about their day. Every now and then, someone would try to flirt with Germany in a drunken state. Either Prussia or Germany would find this unacceptable and start a fight, but it was always different on who settled the fight with the final punch. It's a wonder they weren't ever banned from the bar.

Germany was a blond with blue eyes, seen as the perfect image of an Aryan woman. She was also strong, but had no prominent or outstanding muscles, so when she could easily hurt people or lift heavy things, it was surprise to the people who didn't know her. She was also a bit tall at 5ft 7", but she was shorter than almost all the male countries. Germany had short hair, but not too short. Her blond hair had length to it, but it was cut with layers. Germany was usually seen wearing either the jacket of her uniform or her black sports bra when it came time to train her friends, Japan and Italy. One thing she always wore was her precious iron cross necklace, she kept it close to her at all times.

One day, Germany was working in her office, wearing her reading glasses on the tip of her nose when she heard the news. After getting a letter from Prussia through Gilbird, she was informed that Prussia would be going to war with Britain. Germany wasn't sure why he couldn't just tell her this in person. Maybe he didn't want to see her upset about her brother leaving. But after Germany read that letter, she immediately decided on something, and she was 100% certain she would pull through with that decision, no matter how much it could hurt those around her. No matter how much it would especially hurt Italy…

"Ciao, Liliana~!" Italy, being his usual happy self, came into her office where she read the letter. He was at the door with his typical happy face and carefree attitude.

Germany had not noticed, until Italy snapped her away from her thoughts, that her eyes were starting to water. "Oh! Italy…" she quickly wiped them away so he wouldn't see, using Prussia's letter to further hide her teary eyes. "Hallo. I didn't know you were here…you surprised me." She didn't know he came to visit. "Is there something you need?"

"Nope! Just came by to say hi to my friend~!" That made her heart sink. "I'll cook you and Prussia dinner now!" As he was about to continue his way down the hallway, she called out for him; the way an angry mother would to her misbehaving child. Naturally, Italy thought he was in trouble. "Yes, Germany?" he squeaked out in fear.

She held the letter out to him, and he took it. While he was reading it, Germany sat in her chair and looked around her desk. Gilbird was standing on it, so she held her hand out for him to jump on. Once he did, she let him hop on her clothed shoulder. She looked up at Italy, and he was done reading. He lowered the letter to look at Germany with his sad eyes – which were open for a change. "Your brother's going to fight Britain… Why does it make you sad? You don't seem to mind whenever he leaves for other things…"

The blond looked at him, her eyes threatened to spill tears again. She started rubbing her eyes in a vain attempt to make her tears recede after taking off her glasses, "I'm sad because…I plan on teaming up with Prussia."

"…what?"

"He's my brother, Italy. It's only right that I help him when he's done nothing but good for me in my past. I must repay him somehow," she explained.

"Germany…" his voice was as small and sad as ever. His sad brown locked on her blue orbs, "I…I don't understand."

She told him, "I'm going off to war to fight with him, Italy."

Italy approached her desk, everything sunk in and desperation was now evident on his face, "Why?"

"He's my brother… I want to support him in every way I can. So I've decided to fight directly…along with my soldiers."

"You're leaving?"

"Yes," she stood up and walked over to Italy. She put her pale hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Italy."

"But…can you…convince Prussia to not fight Britain? Then both of you could stay home," Germany could clearly see that his eyes were starting to well with hot tears.

"Italy… you know I would try if I knew I would work. But you know Prussia, once he's keen on doing something, he doesn't give up until he's done it. And no one can get in the way of him reaching his goals. Even if I tried, he wouldn't listen to me."

"But… i-is there any way you can just send troops and not fight directly?"

"Italy, I know you don't want me to go, but this is just something I have to do for Prussia. I can't give half-assed support. Plus, if I fight with him, and if we both fight well, we'll win the war quicker. We're stronger as a team."

Italy shook his head as tears started to well and spill from his eyes, "No…n-no! No! Germany! No… You can't leave! Please don't leave!" He quickly pulled her into a tight embrace. A girl so dear to him was leaving again. First Holy Roman Empire…she never returned, now Germany was leaving. What if Germany didn't come back either? What would he do? How would he go on? Why did this keep happening to him? "Please…d-don't go! I'd miss you too much! Y-you…you can't do this, Liliana! Please don't go!" She could feel his hot tears on her shoulder…and she wished she could hug him back, but her arms were squished between their bodies, so she only gripped his blue jacket tightly. Germany could feel his chest hiccupping with his sobs; the way his shoulders tensed when he'd take in another breath to cry. Feeling this pained her and saddened her whole being. She would miss her friend until the moment the war ended.

"Italy…please let go of me. I have to tell Prussia."

"No!" He held her tighter, one arm encircling the small of her back, one gripping the back of her head, fingers entwined and tangled in the blond hair. He cried harder.

"Italy…" she tried lightly pushing at his chest with her hands, but he wouldn't budge.

He only held her tighter and said, "I don't want you to go…"

"Italy," she said stricter, "let me go," even though she wasn't mad.

But he did as she said… He looked at her with his watery eyes, the rivers of tears running down his cheeks.

She reached up to wipe them away from his eyes with her thumbs, and used her whole hand to wipe his cheeks dry, "Honestly…you need to quit crying so much."

"I'm sorry, Germany." New tears spilled, staining his cheeks again.

She turned to walk away, "I have to go tell Prussia." The blond looked back to him, "Wait here, I still want to talk to you. Just stop crying, please."

"Okay," he rubbed at his eyes, which continued their downpour of tears.

She felt terrible.

Germany walked though the hallway and down the stairs to Prussia's messy room, Gilbird hopped on her head as she stepped down the stairs. Her brother already had a map of Great Britain and was marking it in red marker. The only light in the room was aimed at the map – which was taped to the wall. He was already planning attacks and strategies. "Prussia…can I talk to you?"

He turned in his stool to look at his sister coming down the steps, "Oh, hey West! Check out these awesome plans!" He smiled and waved for her to come look at the map. "Britain won't know what hit him with these!"

She came closer to her brother, and Gilbird flew from her head to his head, "That's great, Prussia… When do you plan on leaving?"

"As soon as possible. Probably tomorrow morning. Sorry to tell ya on such short notice, sis, but that guy pissed me off so I declared war on him like…20 minutes ago."

"I see… What did he do, exactly?" she was quiet.

Prussia scoffed, "Said he was awesomer than me – which he's not – so I'll kick his ass and show him how awesome I am and how lame he is!" he punched the air dramatically (and awesomely of course) with a huge smiled on his face.

"….Really?"

Prussia scoffed, "No I was just kidding, you of all people should know that even I'm not so eager to fight as to start a war over something that stupid." He explained his real reason, "Britain's been getting expensive import from me and hasn't been paying me back, and he's unwilling to do labor for me to pay off his debts…so…I declared war. And after I kick that tea-drinker's ass and he sees how awesome I am, he'll know to never mess with Prussia again!"

"Or Germany…"

"What?" he was confused. "What do ya mean by that?"

She looked into his blood-colored eyes and gave him a little smile, "I'm saying that I'm going to help you win the war."

Prussia was delighted and jumped from his seat! "You mean it? You'll be my aide in the war?"

"Yes," she said.

"YAHOO!" Prussia was happier than a kid in a candy shop! He lifted his little sister in a tight bear hug and spun her around! "You're the best, you know that, Liliana? Britain won't know what hit him! If things get serious, we can just hit him with another Blitzkrieg! Ha ha ha! Brits go boom in the Blitzkrieg~!" He kissed his sister's cheek in gratitude, even though he knew she wasn't used to such affection, and even though he knew it was considered really weird in their culture to do that to a sibling. He was just too happy! "Thanks so much, West! Tomorrow we'll be leaving to invade Britain and his vital regions, so make sure you're ready," he put her down.

"Right," said Germany.

She started to leave, and on her way out she heard Prussia singing, "Mein klein Schwester is awesome~! Not as awesome as me, but still pretty awesome~! Best Schwester ever~! We'll invade Britain's vital regions~~~!"

Germany returned to her office, and Italy was there waiting for her like she asked him. The poor boy's eyes were red and puffy, the tip of his nose red from rubbing his sniffs away. And even his curl seemed sad; it was down instead of it's usual happy sprouting form the pasta-lover's head. But at least he wasn't crying anymore. "He seems happy about it…"

"Of course he is, I'm doing him a favor." Then she remembered that she'd have to get ready, but she still wanted to talk with Italy. Oh well, kill two birds with one stone, "Follow me, I have to get ready."

Italy reluctantly followed her to her neat and tidy room. She quickly found her suitcase in her closet and lay on the bed. She brought a few clothes, guns from the bottom drawer of her dresser, and lots of underwear for the days ahead. "There will probably be a brief training period for Prussia, myself, and our soldiers to get ready before we invade Britain."

Italy was quiet and sad from where he sat on her bed. He looked around. He knew from Prussia that this had been her room every since Germany was saved by her brother when she was a half-dead little girl on the battlefield; all alone with no one to turn to. Now she was a strong and independent nation, a woman; the room smelled like her. There were three German flags in the room; one on her nightstand, her dresser, and a big one on the wall behind her bed. Italy knew this would be his haven when she's gone. This is where he would seek comfort.

"Italy," she snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Yes?" Germany approached him after fixing himself an outfit to leave in tomorrow.

She picked out her black tank and her baggy army pants. Germany loved being a military woman with all her heart and wouldn't dream of being anything else, but she hated his part; leaving home. And now leaving home was harder because of her friend. Germany spoke to Italy, talking very rushed, "Listen, Italy. I want you to do me a favor. I want you to stay here in my house. I want you to wait for me here until I get back. And would you please take care of my house while I'm gone? I know it's horrible for me to ask this of you, but will you do it?"

Italy pulled her down for another hug. The poor boy felt like he was going to cry again, "Of course I will, Germany. No matter how long it takes, I'll be waiting right here for you." He loved hugging her and knew he would miss it, "Germany?"

She pulled back, "Hm?"

"Will you do something for me, too?" he asked quietly. "Will you promise me something?"

She looked at him, "What is it?"

Italy was sad as he remembered his painful childhood, "Will you promise to come back? Just come back safe and as soon as you can, that's all you have to do."

For once, Germany was the one to hug him, "I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise." She ruffled his hair as she pulled back, "I'll come running…"

The next morning, as Prussia and Germany were about to leave for Britain, Italy wasn't so calm. He was crying hysterically and he begged his friend not to leave him, spouting reasons why she shouldn't go. Italy even went as far as to get on his knees and grab her pant leg to keep her from walking out the door as she tried to follow her brother out. He looked back at her, but the blond told him to wait for her outside. "Italy, this is ridiculous, don't cry… Stand up," she said, but he just kept crying, almost choking on his own sobs. Germany knelt down beside him and took off her iron cross necklace, "Here, now you can have a little piece of me until I come back," Germany held it out to him in her palm. He looked at it as more tears spilled, then just hugged her. Prussia was waiting outside, playing with Gilbird.

"Germany," he sniffed.

"Yes?"

He pulled away from the hug, searching his pockets, "I have something for you too. I found it last night and I think you'll need it more than I do." She saw that it was a picture of the Axis. Italy smiling in his training shirt, his arms around both Germany and Japan. Surprise evident on the Asian man's face, indifference and slight irritation on her face. They looked a little younger; this picture must have been taken when they first became allies. "Please stay safe, Germany."

"I promised you I would," she said as she put the picture in her pocket. She held her leather-gloved pinky out to him, "And I promise to never go back on that promise." He linked his pinky with her gloved one.

"You promise?" he wiped his eyes.

Germany gave him her rare smile. She nodded once to him, "I promise."

She got up and closed the door behind her. Just like that, in an instant, she was gone…

SADNESS! I usually don't start stories on such a sad note, but I promise to be a little less brutal to you guys. Sad Italy makes me sad! T_T

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