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Ship: HRExItaly/GermanyxItaly
Type: bittersweet
Trigger Warnings: NA
The breeze was chilly and the frightened nation began to wander through the field as the night carried on. The crickets sang their moonlight hymns and the stars told their stories. As Italy Veneziano walked along, he felt a sudden wave of familiarity.
Turning, he saw a figure across the field. The first emotion he felt was fear, but as the breeze began to blow once more, it took his breath with him. The figure looked familiar.
There was a black cap with a single red spot in the middle, red likes roses that he picked when he loved, red like the anger when promises were broken, and red like the blood his heart shed when the reality crashed down like the walls of Jericho.
He began to walk over, the figure standing still as the night continued. Looking down, Veneziano found himself in the dress he wore in his younger days and he felt his soul escape his body as his stomach flipped in anxiety.
The figure became clear and all words left him. A single tear slid down his cheek, dropping onto the grass along with the Italian who fell to his knees with a hand cupped over his mouth.
The figure looked at him and the oceans met honey.
"Italy..."
"He said you were gone. France said you were gone."
The Holy Roman Empire kneeled down and wiped the tears that dare graze Veneziano's face, "I was never gone, I've always been here."
He jolted awake and began to hiccup madly as he cried. The pain of the dream felt too real and the need to see him was greater than anything else he had ever felt.
Quickly the lights turned on and Veneziano was picked up by two strong arms, "Italy, why are you crying? Did you get hurt?"
Looking up, the oceans met honey and the Northern half of Italy lost his breath once more.
The still concerned German looked at him in the eyes, he had heard Italy cry from nightmares and hurting himself many times before, but this was different. There was screaming and hopeless sobs that erupted in agony that split in every direction letting everyone know that he was in misery. He had been crying like never before and it concerned Germany.
Italy Veneziano simply wiped his tears and gave a smile nodding. He continued to look at Germany in a curious manner which caused curiosity to spring.
"Why are you staring at me?"
The Northen half placed his hands on his lap, "You just look like somebody I used to know."
