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Half
Feliciano always felt him in his heart.
Even before they were two personifications.
His other half.
No, not his romantic partner, literally his other half.
Romano.
He had once been the personification of Italy, but he had always heard a small voice in his head.
Sometimes the voice took over when it was too hard for Feliciano handle.
Even though they were two souls, they were still one person.
As the differences between the north and the south became more and more defined though Italy felt himself fading.
Feeling weak and dizzy, and lightheaded.
Also he felt happier and gigglier.
He started saying 'Ve' and stopped saying 'Chigi' altogether.
His grandfather felt concerned until one day Italy had started walking.
He didn't know what it was, but something was pulling him south.
He walked until he was in the middle of the forest.
There he found him.
Romano, half of himself.
He had bent over and gave a light peck on the cheek.
Romano woke up and they held each other as they cried.
They weren't one person anymore.
On their way back Feliciano had tripped and Lovino had picked him up.
Feliciano giggled, "You were always the oldest brother."