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There was a slight tinge of discomfort in the night air as Germany sat still pondering the heavy thoughts that burdened his mind. "Gah…" he mumbled bitterly sitting back in his chair eyeing the word on his book blankly as he flipped pages every few moments. He pretended to read so his brother would pester him like usual, even as the annoying nuisance he was Bruder new when not to bother his brother fearing a nasty bruise to add to the collection. Germany say back sighing with discontent as he awaited the day to come. Apart of him shunned the idea of having any sort of fun in that place he was forced to go to tomorrow but yet another part of him cursed himself for even using the word "forced" to describe it to begin with. Ludwig thumbed his lower lip for a moment his expression a bit irritated at himself in particular. "How can you say such things about him… he might be as dense as board of wood but he still…," Germany paused for a moment to take in the bitter night air Berlin was so commonly known for. The snap of winter usually hit Germany hard, its unsavory side effects taking a great told on the nation but yet like anything else it in its own way was beautiful. Germany watched the stars longingly searching for a bit of warmth in the frigid night air. His attempts proved fruitless as he felt himself shiver once again as an acrimonious wind howled past. Finally finishing his train of thought the German added the word "warm…" It was true the Italian was indeed very warm, the attributes showing in not only his personality but also in his lush country scape. The air was always so inviting and atmosphere so carefree and simplistic, something this German wasn't able to enjoy very often. Something this German craved. The opportunity was well invited in the secret part of Germany's mind, the one always covered by constant composure. Ludwig sighed once again in relief finally easing his restless thoughts, his mind numbing to the enticing grasp of sleep.

Next Day~

The night seemed to slip away as quickly as it came, the harsh rays of light blinding Ludwig's lethargic eyes. "Augh…" he grumbled getting out of his chair, what a horrible place to sleep. Before leaving the room Germany cracked his back and seethed in slight agony, the situation only seemed to worsen as he remembered what day it was. "Bruder get up." Germany snapped looming over the older man's bed. "How messy…" he mentally noted staring at the strange objects which cluttered Prussia's dorm. "Its Italy's birthday wake up we'll be late," Germany urged once again finally mustering up some response in his brother's deadened sleep. Pulling on his uniform he straightened it out, fixing his iron cross so it aligned up with the white piped color of his green military suit. "You're wearing that…?" Prussia growled, his brother was awfully boring. "Yes. Get dressed or I leave without you," Germany sharply responded his patience no matter how little would always be tested by his dedicated Germanic relative. Once they arrived at Italy's door Germany knocked hard, his breath hitching in anticipation as he waited for his ally to open the door. "…Nervous west? You sure do have some weird thing for that kid… what did you get him anyway?" Prussia mocked desperately trying to get under his younger brothers skin. "Nothing of your concern and I do not! Now hush your voice isn't appealing to me today!" Germany yelled unrestrainedly in response, just as Prussia hoped for. Germany continued to brush his hair back nervously, it had been awhile since he'd seen his old friend Italia.

Abruptly awakened, Italy practically rolled off the bed when he heard the sonorous knock. He thought over all the things that would be the source of the loud knock, until it suddenly dawned on him. "Ludwig's here! Yay!" he thought as he rushes downstairs to get the door, forgetting he was still clothed in his pajamas. Romano, who had just woken up as well, walked out of his room to see what was going on. Feliciano hurriedly opens the door and hugged both Germans. "Ciao Germany! Ciao Prussia! I'm so glad you two could come! It's so nice to see you! he greeted happily. Germany was finally here! "I'm so glad he could make it. I'm so happy!" he thought with a big smile on his face. He ushered the pair of brothers in as he suddenly remembered something. "I forgot to change." he thought, slight unnoticeable pink twinge painting his cheeks. "I should excuse myself, what a great way to start the day, Feliciano." he thought as he sheepishly excused himself. He quickly changed into a familiar, memory bringing outfit. "It's been a while since I've worn my blue military garb...It brings back some pretty good memories back!" he thought, fiddling with the small iron cross. Feliciano quickly returns to his two guests. "It's really been awhile, huh Ludwig?" smiles the little Italian to his old ally.

Once Feliciano's form was in full view Ludwig's eyes fixated on the small black Germanic medal which gleamed in the bright sunlight. A small thought burned through his anxious mind as he tried to fully grasp and register the sight. "He still… has that uniform…" Germany painfully thought his blue eyes not daring to look away from the painful yet wonderful sight. "Not that I mind a half dressed Italia but… that uniform fit you well. Italian with a little hint of German, saucy West, no?" Gilbert teased gripping the cross lightly. Red eyes met glaring blues as Germany was clearly not amused by this display. "Shut it Bruder…" Ludwig snapped gripping the collar of his pestering brothers shirt. Prussia couldn't help but meekly comply but not before letting a hoarse snicker escape his throat. The taller German straightened out his own valiant medal eyeing it longingly. Letting his eyes drift back to Italy's attire a small groan emitted from the German. The uniform had brought back some of the most painful memories, something so unsavory couldn't possibly be displayed front and center today… any day but today. "Brings back old times…" Germany mumbled eyes quickly diverting from Italys soft brown orbs. "Ah.."

Feliciano noded to his old ally's mumbled response, then looked to each brother and silently asked himself what drove him to choose this outfit. "Ludwig's outfit brought so many memories back, good and bad, and I guess I longed to feel the familiar fabric cloak me. Obviously I chose the wrong time to bring back cursed memories." He softly wondered if his own older brother had went back to sleep, hopefully. "Lovino shouldn't be so cross with Ludwig. Why must he act like this with him?" the small man wondered silently. "All we need is Kiku and the gang's back together..." he mused near silently. From his room, Lovino wondered why the only sounds occupying whatever room they're in were the two Germans and not his brother's annoying cries of "VE~!" and rambled giggles about pasta. "Why must Feliciano be so silent?" he inwardly groaned. Despite his better judgement, Lovino got back out of his bed, changing to jeans and a tee, and walked downstairs. "Now, I promised him I wouldn't argue with that macho potato bastard, so I'll keep my mouth shut." he decided silently as he walked into the room. "Ciao." chimed the bored, calm voice of the Southern Italia. The Northern half looked like he wanted to panic. "Oh, Lovi! Please don't argue with Ludwig! Please!" Feliciano silently begged his brother. Lovi proceeded to ignore both Germans, fulling the silent plea.

The second Italian man's eyes were more sharp then Feliciano's honey colored orbs, giving Ludwig a whole other reason to dread this trip. Germany nodded his head with a bit of hesitation, knowing truly the deep distain his vivacious ally's brother had for him the "potato bastard." Icy blue eyes scanned over the brooding Italian for a moment letting his mind indulge for a moment in those troublesome yet comforting moments he once had. Ludwig's mind focused on that one blissful noise Italy made at any sort of moment. "Ve." He repeated to himself, a slight awkward smile crossing his stern face. His brother only looked at him with question as the uncomfortable silences became too tense to not notice. "Ah West, stop spacing out! Its starting to get creepy…" Prussia murmured slapping his younger yet taller brother on the back. "Ah, S-sorry" Ludwig responded a bit shaken by the sudden jab, his tone only made Gilberts become more unsure of his brothers state of mind. "Kiku should be coming soon, it would be nice too see us all together again after such a long time," Ludwig sighed a bit more lightheartedly then before. Truth be told he enjoyed seeing Italy in his old uniform, it fit him well, more clean and neat then his usual sloppy attire but mostly because the nostalgic memories the sight of the blue suit brought back were savored by the blonde desperately. He longed to sit with the Italian man once again, push his hugs away, close his book to check up on a frantic Feliciano. It all seemed to vivid at the sight of such a simple attire, and yet as soon as Ludwig looked away the memories once again faded into a painful abyss.

After realizing his stubborn older brother isn't starting anything, Feliciano sighs a silent sigh of relief, mumbling a soft "ve~" with a little smile. "Lovi is probably the reason that Ludwig doesn't visit much. I wish that he didn't have such a grudge against him, Ludwig did nothing to him!" he mentally whines. "It'll be nice to see him again." Feliciano agrees quietly. After a little over fifteen minutes, a soft knock is heard. A big smile threads itself onto Italy's face as he went to get the door. "Kiku! It's so nice to see you! Ciao!" he perkily greeted the Asian man. Italy stepped aside to let Japan in as he softly smiles back with a bow. "Hello Feliciano, it's also nice to see you too." Kiku replies, following the perky nation back to the kitchen where everyone seemed to reside. His brother must've left to go spend the day with Antonio picking tomatoes. "Hello Ludwig, Gilbert. It's nice to see you both again." Japan greets them, bowing to one German then the other. Unlike his other two allies, Kiku had worn his casual clothes rather his old uniform. "Why are Germany and Italy wearing their uniforms? It brings back bittersweet memories...But these memories aren't very good ones to remember on a joyful day." he thought curiously.

Piercing blue eyes scanned the quiet man as he casually greeted them both. It was a bit disappointing the man wasn't wearing his usual pressed white suit but Germany more then understood the multiple reasons. "Looks like Wests a bit over dressed," a low cackle emitted from the pale blonde's throat. "Bruder." Germany humorously scolded smacking him on the back of the head. "Ah damn it West! Your messing up my awesome hair!" Prussia grunted rubbing the sore spot which throbbed from the whack. "Hello Japan," Germany greeted halfheartedly almost as if they were meeting for the first time. "So Italy why don't you show us the house," Prussia growled cheekily, smirking as he eyed the short Italian man. Germany looked sharply back at the german and murmured "Behave."

Feeling a bit unnerved by the paler blonde's stare, Italy nods. "Sure!" he replies. "Why does Prussia want to see the house? It's a bit odd... Oh well." he quietly thought as he led the trio through his home. Never once did the curiosity leave the Italian's mind as he showed the men room after room, being close to near silent while keeping his usual smile painted flawlessly among his expression. "Germany's being so quiet, I wonder why? Is it just because of Prussia? Or did I do something wrong?" he thought as he showed them his room. His thoughts were wandering, making the small Italian space out and drift away from his allies. Memories and past nightmares flashed in front of his eyes, making him unaware to the curious gazes he was receiving.