Disclaimer: Most obviously I don't own anything. This is just a quick little drabble I came up with on the fly at school
Italy carried an Iron Cross long before he ever met Germany, ever listened to the propaganda that would whisper in their ears like the music Austria played. He hid it beneath his uniform, beneath his dime a dozen smile and bright cinnamon eyes more often closed then open to the world.
Germany would see it when Italy would crawl into bed next to him, practically naked. He always assumed that he had picked it up like he had, like Prussia had at some point during training. He never asked about it, even though something inside told him his simple explanation was wrong.
"Keep it Italia… S-so long as you wear it I'll always be with you. I'll come back someday, I promise but keep it until then for me okay? Keep it safe for me?"
"I-I-I promise Holy Roma! I'll take really good care of it until you get home!"
"I love you Italia, forever and ever."
I'll always… be with you… Forever and ever…
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