Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or anything seen in real life. I simply own my OCs.

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~+Preface+~

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That hot, August night had almost seemed like a dream, at first. A very, very odd dream, that didn't make very much sense.

Germany didn't really understand why he had been asked to meet her, of all the nations in the world, at the bar that night. After all, the woman hated him, even more so than her older brother hated him. Why would she ask him to meet her for drinks - German beer, to be specific? Last he checked, she had called it swill, that she would not even give to a rat.

Something was up, it had to be. What other reason could there be. Sicily would not have asked him to meet her at a bar for no reason. It would be very, very unlike her to do so, now, wouldn't it? He glanced over at the woman, gripping his glass with one hand. Sicily had her eyes concentrated down at her own drink, eyes narrowed a bit, deep in thought. What exactly was she thinking about, though? A new threat to keep him away from Italy? He had known her to be extremely protective of her younger brother - like a mother to her child. It made him wonder where she even learned to be that protective of him...Rome, maybe? Or perhaps her mother, the Etruscan Empire? Maybe that was it...

"What the fuck are you staring at?"

The blonde snapped out of his own thoughts, looking back up at the island personification. Her brown eyes were narrowed, glaring directly into his bright blue orbs, a frown on her lips. "W-what?"

Sicily let out a huff, furrowing her brows. "You heard me, macho-dude," she insisted, actually using the word 'dude'. 'Dude'? Really? America had taught her to say 'dude'? "What the fuck are you staring at?"

Germany sighed, looking away. "Nothing, Sicily." he spoke. Silence fell over the two representations, once more, as they refused to look over at one another. Nicoletta looked back down at her glass, which was still filled with the German-made beer she had ordered - a sign of the apocalypse, perhaps? Hesitantly, she raised the glass to her lips, taking in a quick chug of the yellow-gold drink. Not very much of the drink got passed her lips, before she closed her mouth, and sat the glass down on the wooden counter. The Sicilian woman scrunched up her nose, eyes narrowed, and a look of disgust drawing itself onto her features. Germany frowned at this, just only barely noticing this.

The woman had no taste in beer.

"Okay, fuck the silence," she finally said, looking over at the German. "Fuck the whole waiting to explain why I asked you to come here. I want to get this over with, and away from you, and you're disgusting excuse for beer."

Blue eyes glared at her - how dare this woman insult his beer - as he nodded his head. "Ja, I think it's about time you tell me why you asked me here, in the first place."

"Fine then," she agreed, not breaking her gaze from his. Her face hardened into that of a serious mask, he noted. So, something really was up, hmm? She frowned a bit, shaking her head for a second. "Ireland and that albino jerk you have for a fratello are gonna kill me for doing this, but, it's gotta be done."

What had to be done? What was she talking about?

"I wanna ask you something, potato bastard."

Germany raised his brows in confusion, ever so slightly. "Then, ask."

Sicily took in a deep breath, still hiding any doubts she made have had behind a serious, stoic mask. "What do you remember?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest, turned completely to face him. "Of your childhood, I mean. Your earliest memories."

Ludwig blinked, a couple of times, processing this. It was a bit of a surprise. She wanted to know of his childhood? For what reason did she have to want to know of it? He stayed silent, for a minute, trying to think back to the early days of his life - trying to remember what happened on those days. He could hear the girl impatiently tap her foot against the leg of the bar stool, waiting for him to began his story-telling.

"...A field," he started, almost sounding a bit dazed. "Sitting a field, all alone, until my bruder found me," he placed a hand to his forehead, trying to remember even farther. Was there more to that? He didn't think so, but...

It almost felt like there was.

"And?" the brunette demanded.

"...That's it," the man stated, after a minute. "That's all I can remember."

He stared back into her gaze, as she gave an almost...disappointed look. A bitter scoff escaped her lips, as she shook her head. "So, you really don't remember," she stated. "Right, idiota?"

Germany frowned, eyes narrowing themselves. "Remember what?"

"Your promise!" she growled, anger seething in her voice. The blonde's eyes widened, a bit startled by her outburst. "The one you made to my little brother, when we were kids," Nicoletta shook her head, face softening, only slightly. "The one you never kept."

"Nicoletta, what are you-"

The brunette stood up, looking away from the German. "Never mind," she scoffed, as she grabbed her purse. "Forget I even asked you to come here - forget everything. It's pointless."

She then proceeded to walk away, wanting to escape this situation. She never even looked back at him, not for a second. Germany quickly grasped her wrist, not wanting her to get away - she had to explain. She paused, not even attempting to fight away his grasp - for the first time, in the time he had known her - and didn't move, a bit. Germany turned her to face him, jerking on her wrist.

Brown orbs met cerulean ones.

And he could see it, all the emotions she kept behind that mask earlier, appearing into her eyes.

Hatred, anger, confusion, and...

Sadness?

An image played in his head, as soon as he saw this emotion in her eyes. Of a little girl, with long, dark curls, sitting a field with another little girl, with auburn locks, and a boy with dark brown hair. They seemed to be arguing a bit, over something he didn't even know. Then, he saw their eyes. The auburn-haired girl had beautiful, golden-amber eyes, that seemed to shine, even in the argument, and the boy having the same eyes, only, his didn't shine like hers.

And the brunette had dark brown eyes, the same shade as Sicily's.

Germany stared at her, confused. Was that...her? As a child? If that was her, then the boy had to be Romano, right? Something was missing, though. Who was the girl with them - was that...Italy? No, Italy wasn't a girl...Italy was a man...so maybe it was Sardinia...or somebody else...

But, who else had shining amber eyes?

He saw Sicily stiffen, as the image faded. Did she realize that he saw that? No, that couldn't be it, could it?

Germany looked up at her, eyes full of demand and confusion. Of need to know what the hell was going on.

"What are you not telling me, Sicily?"

A bitter smirk appeared on her lips, as the Italiana shook her head.

What she said next surprised him, beyond belief.

"What are you not remembering about yourself...Holy Rome?"

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Okay, that's it for the preface. For those of you who don't support the HRE = Germany theory, sorry. But, this idea sort of popped into my head, when I was thinking of the Italian siblings and their relationship with Germany. Italy's his best friend, and Sardinia gets along with him, for the most part, but Sicily and Romano hate his guts. But, why though? We all know why Romano hates him, of course, but, Sicily's a bit more complex. She's protective of her older brother, and she doesn't want to see him get hurt again, like Holy Rome hurt him, when he didn't keep his promise of coming back.

Then, I got to thinking, what if Sicily found out a little secret it seems a certain Irish nation and her boyfriend have been keeping from him? Naturally, she's gonna confront him.

So, now we still have some questions remaining: why did Prussia and Ireland not tell him? How'd she find out? How is Italy going to react when he finds out? And why is Sicily getting emotional over this? And how will the rest of the world who knew Holy Rome react, when they find out he didn't die?

Thanks for reading, stay tuned, and leave a review, for they make me happy. :D

P.S., for those interested, I've got a poll up over Sicily and who she should be paired with. Just in case you're interested.

Peace out!