Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers, Hidekaz Himaruya owns it.

(a/n: In real life even the most silly people can sometimes turn out to have reasons why they act like this, so I took Italy and fleshed up his characterisation. Outside of that this is an experiment in writing style, it's also a one-shot, but the possibility exists it could become a group of one-shots about Italy.)

Of Ghosts and Meetings.

By Pax Agrona

When Feliciano first saw him he thought ghost's had finally caught up with him to come and haunt him.

He had heard of him before, of course, from Gilbert, from other nations and even from his own government, but he had never personally met him before.

When Gilbert had bragged about his little brother; "Becoming more awesome every day, though not as awesome as myself of course." He had pictured him as a twin to Gilbert, perhaps a bit shorter, or younger, and by what he had heard more serious, but still, he had pictured a white heared, red eyed, teenager. Not a grown up mirror image of the long gone Holy Roman Empire.

Feliciano wasn't brave.

So when the first thing that his mind came up with was "Ghost!" he bolted. Looking back to it the whole hiding in a box of tomatoes in the midst of a forest wasn't really the most brightest of ideas, but be fair, wouldn't you panic if the grown-up ghost of someone you knew a long time ago sudenly appeared? Well to Feleciano it was more then distressing.

Playing a speaking tomato box fairy wasn't a ingenious plan either, he was the first to admit that, even if it had seemed like a good plan at the time, but Feliciano wasn't a genius either, he was- he was Italy, and that was what he was, no more, no less.

Feliciano wasn't brave.

So when Germany, because in the meanwhile he had gotten to the conclusion that this was indeed Gilbert's little brother, pried open his box he had begged like the best of Italians, and even then he had gotten hit by the back of Germany's rifle. That had hurt!

Feliciano really hated violence.

So when Germany had captured him, and Feliciano, though somewhat fearful at first had gone on with his life just like he had gone on with his life during all other invasions, after all if there was anything he was good at outside of running, it was adapting. During that time he learned that Germany, or Ludwig as that was his name, was very alike, yet slightly different to the boy he had known as Holy Roman Empire. It only confused him more. Was Ludwig that boy or did he just look like him?

After a while he came to a conclusion that, even if Ludwig had been the Holy Roman Empire once, he didn't recognise Feliciano, so it wouldn't change anything, anyway.

Feleciano couldn't help but feel uneasy that the Holy Roman Empire and Germany were so very alike in ambitions.

To create an empire, to unify nations through a war that would shake the world to it's core.

Feleciano really hated violence.

Would they also be alike in End? That was something Feliciano could not let happen, would not let happen.

Feliciano wasn't brave, and he really hated violence, but to make sure history would not repeat itself he would ally himself with Ludwig in a war.

So even as he tried to help Ludwig (and failed to, most times). He couldn't help but to repeat a conversation he had a long time ago in his mind.

"Become one with the Roman Empire!"

"No I won't, I can't!"

"Why not, why won't you?"

"Because if you become to big you'll disappear like grandfather Rome did! I don't want that to happen!"

Feleciano wasn't brave, and he really hated violence, but he would not loose a friend to his own ambitions again, he would not let Ludwig disapear into nothing, not like the boy he had once known, even if it meant fighting in the most vicious war ever.

And if he couldn't save him from disapearing, then Feleciano would at least be right next to him when he did.

And so he started to produce white flags.

Review, otherwise Italy will sendyou his faulty granates.(Seriously, I really need to have opinions about how I wrote this.)