English isn't my mothertongue, don't blame my amateur errors but point them out, thank you!

EDIT : Don't get scared by the short length of this 'chapter', this is only the prologue :3

Disclaimer

I only own the idea

~EDIT~

This chapter has been beta'd by Mika Nakane

They landed quietly on the ground. Faces looked grim, and were filled with unbelief and shock. What they had just seen… was it real? It seemed so.

Most of them had participated in their misery. Most of them had puffy red eyes, and transparent wounds called tear stains on their cheeks. Most of them didn't notice anything coming. Most of them couldn't tell if England's slip was a good or bad thing.

Especially Germany. How could he have not noticed? It was worth his tears – he didn't usually cry. Was he really one that contributed to all that 'Ve' ? He wasn't even sure he had wanted England to make that slip in the first place, he didn't want to know- but was it a good, or a bad thing, now that he saw everything? He always thought that his friend was a little bit simple-minded and that that was charming. And he always thought it would always be like that. He wasn't sure that he wanted it to change, but if it hadn't, what could have possibly happened to his friend…? Was he really just a friend?

The Italies were there, lying on the ground, sleeping. There was no America laughing at how gay they looked, entangled with each other.

For once, England wasn't scolding America.

For once, France wasn't trying to molest the Italies.

For once, Prussia wasn't laughing at how un-awesome they were, unlike him

For once, Spain wasn't drooling over how cute they looked with their curls entangled in a heart-shape.

For once, China wasn't scolding France and England's immatureness because they had gotten in a fight.

For once, Russia wasn't smiling, not anymore, he had a heart, too.

For once, Canada wasn't crying over his ghostly appearance towards his loud brother.

For once, there was no one doing what they would technically do.

A small yawn escaped both Italies' lips. They were waking up.

Spain smiled a little, approaching Romano.

Germany swallowed his tears back, approaching Veneziano.

The elder yawned again, looking around him. Oh crap, why did every nation have to return when they were in such embarrassing clothes? Well, it was his little brother's idea; it could be a great excuse since it was what actually happened.

It was Veneziano who wanted to put their old clothes back. From the time they were under domination.

He saw Spain approaching him, and he tried very hard not to show his smile to him.

The Spanish gently took him in his arms, like he was used to doing, but before Romano could retort and insult back with a blush, the Spaniard whispered softly into his ear. "I'm glad that I could be your angel."

That quieted South Italy down, and made him widen his eyes instead.

How did he know?

The younger yawned again, looking around him. Oh, they were back, he hoped that no one would scold him, it wasn't fun, and it was really embarrassing. Well, at least his big brother was with him, he could mitigate the scolding.

But he would be scolded the most; it was his idea to put back their old clothes. From the time they were under domination.

He saw Germany approaching him, and he tried very hard to not show his scarred heart to him.

The German took him in his arms, it was unusual, and it was usually him who practically jumped into his friend arms. He wanted to ask why he was doing that – it hurt him so much more – but the man whispered softly into his ear. "I'm so sorry that I didn't notice anything."

That quieted North Italy down and he widened his now opened eyes instead.

How did he know?

They remained limp in their arms for a few seconds.

Romano returned the hug, tears of joy running down his cheeks.

Veneziano broke down into a sobbing mess trying to say as little as possible.

Again, no one moved or said anything

Because they now knew.

Because they now knew Italy's real story.

The whole story, the whole life of North and South Italy, even the parts they forgot about

Are you ready to know the truth?