AN: Uwaaaaaaaah! Konichiwa everyone! I'm back after possibly one of the longest unannounced hiatuses known to man. Well lately I've been on an APH kick that has all but made me mucho obsessed with some pairings which resulted in me writing a story yet to be published 'Black Tie Affair.' Well I was trying to figure out how to work in the whole Chibtalia and Holy Roman Empire (who I totally like believe is Germany when grown up) relationship into the story and I got this lovely crack baby. Itch. Expect the first chapter of 'Black Tie Affair up sometime in the next week and possibly more one shot back stories in the future. Warning: Gender blended Italy and Romano. OOC-ishness on Chibtalia's part, but I figure that living in her homeland would make her relax a little bit. Some profanity. Some made up names for HRE and Rome-chan. No like? Get out.

Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia. If I did all my favorite couple would be reproducing like bunnies in the spring time.

They met in their pre-teens when he was thirteen and she was about eleven. He was living in Italy for the year with his grandfather and his older brother. He was working at the restaurant her grandfather owned and operated his shadier business from. She was running until she ran into his while he was carrying an empty tomato bin.

She had curled into a small ball and started babbling about how she was a virgin, a Catholic, a Protestant, a girl, and some kind of relation living in Berlin. He let his stiff shoulders drop as a confused smile graced his face, and then proceeded to ask in thickly German accented English if she was okay. When she sniffled softly an affirmative, he asked if she was one of Romulus's grand-daughters.

Her smile brightened immediately. "Vee~ you know Grandpa Rome?" He wanted to reply with heavy sarcasm but something in her smile held him back. "Ja, I'm the new docking boy" "So you must be veeeeery strong, vee," she said with a sparkle in her eyes that said she liked this fact. He shrugged, trying to hide the proud smirk threatening to take over his face. He liked the fact that such a small girl could recognize his strength.

"Do you like pasta? I love pasta! It's delicious…vee~… What's your name?" She had finally stood up and was invading his personal bubble, leaning in close to his face. He backed up blushing profusely. "B-bruno," he mumbled, hoping she would back up just a little bit.

"I'm Felicia Veneziano Vargas," she said waving her arms around rapidly while pointing to herself, "and please try to remember I have family in Berlin." There was a curl that was sticking out to the left of her head that was bouncing in time to her each movement.

"Okay..."

"Veeeee~ so do you like pasta Bruno?"

'This was going to be a very long summer,' Bruno thought as he started to massage his forehead, a habit that would follow him as the year went one whenever the little Italian was near.

By the middle of his year there, Bruno had fallen madly in love with Felicia Vargas.

She was unusually cheerful which was the perfect counter actant for his stand offish behavior. Every time he saw her, she was smiling just for him. They would talk all throughout his break or she would attempt the impossible and try to teach him to draw.

A few days a week though she would take her siesta on his lap, like today. He would blush but run his fingers through her hair or make her lean against him sideways so he could inhale the wheat, acrylic paint, and flowers that clung to her short roal hair. She told him repeatedly she loved him, but he didn't know in what way to take it. Like a brother? As a man? As her knight in shining armor? As a protector? How? The question would drive him insane in between his physical labor and the time he spent with her. Gah!

Sometimes, and he felt guilty for these times, he wanted to pull her up against him and kiss her. To make her see and feel how he was feeling. But he didn't do it, for the fear of being wrong; he disliked being wrong. Not to mention possible embarrassment and-. He stopped moving as he felt her squirm ever so slightly against him.

"Vee~ Bruno," she said sleepily as she rubbed at her dark brown eyes before she faced him.

"J-ja Felicia," he blustered before blushing softly. She was just too cute!

"Ti amo," she replied smiling and he couldn't help but smiling back at her either.

Felicia ran to the hospital clutching a small black cross on a chain the minute she heard the horrible news.

"Bruno was in an accident."

The words were pounding through her head with her feet pounding on the pavement. Brunobrunobruno. What was amnesia again? Concussion? He was hurt and he needed her. He had said so, just a week ago before. It was at the same time he had given her his cross. Before he went to go climb that mountain.

It was the same mountain that Grandpa climbed once a week to stay and shape and feel as if he 'conjured the world'. It made him feel manly too, he claimed. Ramona, her older sister, would snicker with a knowing look before her grandfather would snap at her not to be vulgar.

Bruno had wanted to be a man. To prove to her that he was man enough for her. That way when he came back, he would 'properly' date her and hopefully marry her. He said so himself and Bruno would never lie to her.

She arrived there with an insane look in her eyes that looked displaced on her deter minded little body. "Bruno," she said to the nurse on duty, who nodded as if she understood what she had meant.

The nurse knew of her because Romulus had called ahead of time to warn about the impending arrival, but the little girl didn't need to know about that. The nurse was pretty sure that Felicia wouldn't care either. She showed her to the room, where upon arriving Felicia ran into the room.

"Bruno, Bruno," she all but shouted as she ran to the bedside of her blonde haired love, "I was so worried about -." She was cut off by the boy suddenly, in a way that surprised and terrified her.

"Do I know you? Are you another volunteer?

"B-bruno?"

"My name is-," "BABY BRUDDER!!" the boy started before he received the same treatment he had just put upon the dejected looking girl. An albino teenager exclaimed, bouncing into the room. He stared through Felicia as if he had never seen her standing there. She had never seen him before but could only assume that this was Bruno's older brother that annoyed him a lot.

"Ja," the blonde amnesiac replied looking a little uncomfortable at the physical affection he was being shown by the older boy.

"The nurses are saying that you should be able to come home in a few days," the red eyes on the boy were sparkling with excitement, "and also that I'm completely and utterly awesome."

"That's wonderful bruder," the blonde boy replied calmly but smiling wide. The paler boy was now all but sitting on his younger brother's lap in an attempt to not disturb the IV hooked into his arm. Ignoring his older brother, he turned to Felicia and asked if she needed anything.

There was a silence as she left the room with silent tear sliding down her beautiful face.

He was at the top when he fell. He had reached down to pick my favorite white flowers when the ground under his feet gave out suddenly. It had rained heavily the day before and the ground had absorbed the water quickly and messily to tide it over until the next rainfall.

I feel so guilty. I cried for weeks at every little thing that reminded me of him. I still cry once in a while. All I had given him was a new hair brush because I knew how much he liked to keep his hair neat. He gave me so much. Happy memories, love and a physical reminder in the form of his prized cross necklace.

He ended up with nothing. Not a single solid memory of anything. Not even that god damn brush. But I know I'll see him again. Someday. Fate works like that.