A/N: KYA~ I've always wanted to write this! Thank god it came up on my ipod shuffle! Okay so the short back story is, Germany didn't lose his memories from being HRE, he just didnt bring them up that much. It was written while listening to 'Jar of Hearts' by Christina Perri
Tears formed into Italy's eyes looking at the broom in front of him. He had found it in Germany's closet, but he had seen it before. It-it was the one he had given to Holy Rome.
"Feliciano, what are you-," noticing the broom, the German paled, "I can explain."
"Don't," the Italian growled, "I-I don't want you anymore. You made a promise to me. Why the hell didn't you keep it?" He turned to face the blonde, face furiously red.
"Italy, give me the broom," Ludwig was miserably failing at diffusing the situation.
Glaring with usually warm hazel eyes, a snap sung its way through the household. Throwing the remains of the broom behind him, Italy muttered, "I wish we had never kissed. I wish-I wish I never loved you, you lying bastard."
Once he was outside, Feliciano let the tears flow. He wanted to throw himself at the German, but he knew much better. A promise is easily broken. It's a hard lesson to learn, and Italy just learned it.
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