Just a quick G rated Hetalia Germany=HRE/Italy ficlet.
"Pastaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! We should make Pasta Douitsu!" Italy screamed for the thirty second time in the last ten minutes. If Germany had been keeping track he'd swear that was a new record.
"Ya, Italia, go ahead. I'll just put everything away and meet you their." Germany hadn't even finished his sentence and Italy was running out of the exercise room and most likely towards the kitchen.
Germany began to pick up his weights and place them back in their proper places when he realized that Italy had tracked a lot of dirt into the room from their run, the only thing Italy was good at was running.
Being the neat freak that he is Germany decided to clean the room completely. He walked out of the room and down the hall to his cleaning supply closet to reach for his vacuum. Unfortunately in its designated place was a sticky note, with Prussia's hand writing,
"Sorry West, the Awesome Me had to borrow the vacuum! Austria and I are planning something totally awesome for Hungary. She'll be screaming how awesome I am when-"
Germany decided not to read any further, god only knew what Prussia could get up to now that he wasn't an actual country anymore, and Germany would rather not read the details.
Since his vacuum was missing and he most likely would never get (or want) it back, Germany began to dig for a broom. He knew there was one somewhere in this closet.
"Mein Got, this closet is deeper than I remember!" Germany said as he kept shuffling threw the old closet that never seemed to end.
Finally in the back corner, their alone in the dark was a tiny push broom covered in dust and cobwebs. "Ick, I need a broom to clean the broom!" Germany thought as he reached for it. The second his hand connected with the worn down relic sparks of electricity flowed through Germany's mind. Flashes of light shot threw his eyes as memories long ago forgotten, played through his mind. Tears streamed from his eyes as faces, voices, moments that he only ever saw in dreams became clearer.
The wars, the pain, the love, his friends...Italia...
Italia...
"Italia!"
Italy dropped the pasta sauce he was cooking and went running through the halls trying to find Germany. He had never heard such a pained and troubled shout from his friend. Italy kept running until he finally found Germany in the middle of a closet crying on the floor as he clutched a broom to his chest.
"Douitsu!" Italy shouted as he ran to his friend and grabbed his shoulders as tiny Italy tried to hold a sobbing Germany. "Douitsu whats wrong?! Douitsu you're scaring me! What happened?" Italy shouted as he tried to get through to the sobbing man in his arms.
"Italia, how did I forget so much?! Why didn't I remember anything until now!? Its been so long!"
"Whats been so long Douitsu? What did you forget?" Italy asked as he held Germany.
Germany mumbled something into Italy's side that he couldn't understand.
"What was that?" Italy asked.
"I said, how could I forget that I have loved you since the eighth century?" Germany asked as he held Italy tight.
Italy gasped, "Holy Roma?" he whispered.
"Ya Italia, I promised I'd come back for you."