Italy found himself drifting off into his mind again, the all too familiar haunting images playing like a movie in his mind as he listened to the tall German singing softly. He shouldn't be listening. He knew he shouldn't. Germany always got cross when the small brunette spied on him.
But then, he wasn't really spying. He had,n't meant to. He had been coming to inform the blonde that dinner was ready, when he had heard the deep tones of Germany's voice on the other side of the door. Entranced, he had crouched down on the floor outside of Germany's door, eyes drifting closed.
It was always the same. The fog entangling him listlessly as he approached the silhouetted blonde. The tall nation said nothing, simply looked over his shoulder at the small Italian with sadness in his eyes, a heart breaking smile playing across his lips.
"Einsamkeit... Einsamkeit... Einsamkeit..."
The strong hand reaching out towards him, begging him for something, anything...
"Tsukete hoshii..."
Cautiously, as silently as he could, Italy slid the door open, creeping to where his beloved commander sat on the bed they shared. He laid a soft hand on Germany's back. The blonde turned around, startled. Tears stained his cheeks, marring the usually strong face.
"Italia..."
Italy took a deep breath, intertwining his fingers with Germany's, the blondes large hands making the brunettes seem small and fragile.
"Einsamkeit... Einsamkeit... Einsamkeit..." He laid a hand on Germany's chest, the other moving upwards to wipe the strong nations tears away. "Tsukete hoshii..."
Germany stared at the smaller nation wide-eyed for a moment, understanding dawning on him at last. He pulled Italy to him tightly, fingers connecting and holding, clutching each other with determination as the blonde stared down into the younger mans face, finally seeing the sadness laying within them, mirroring his own. "Italia..." He murmured, kissing the crown of the boys head.
"Einsamkeit... Einsamkeit... Einsamkeit... Tsukete hoshii."