It was a normal day, just like any other. Training with German, bugging Japan for a new manga to read, and making pasta. Ah, the wonderful life of an Italian named Feliciano Vargas. It felt like everything was just in its place, that nothing's wrong, but one thing.
Feliciano couldn't shake off the memory of Holy Roman Empire. It's has been so long since the day he was with him. Whenever Feli would think of Holy Roman Empire it brought back too many painful feelings with it. But this time it was peaceful.
Laughing he couldn't help to think how his "BFF" Ludwig reminded him so much of Holy Rome. The blonde hair and stunning baby blue eyes is the traits they both share and yet they couldn't be the same person. Right?
Letting a small frown now play at Feliciano's lips he shook off the thought not wanting to bring more pain to himself. Germany is Germany and Holy Roman Empire is Holy Roman Empire. Not the same and never, ever, will be.
Now, smiling his lazy smile, Feliciano looked up to the sky. "Can you-a hear me?" He asked to no one but the clouds as the breeze made his hair sway slightly. "I'm-a here."
~ Hetalia! ~
Placing a small hand on his heart Holy Roman Empire smiled weakly at seeing the sight of a now full grown Italy.
Oh, how the times have changed the both of them. It was a bit- way more than a bit- shock to find out that the Italian he loved as a child was a boy. Damn that Hungary for doing such a trick on him. But none the less Holy Rome still loved him.
Reaching out into the air in front of him with his free arm and palm open. "Can you feel me?" Holy Rome asked into the empty field that lied before him. "I am always with you."
If only anyone was around, they would notice a small stream of tires flow down the blonde's cheek.