Tale of Italy Part I: Famiglia
It was crowded in Germany's house this Christmas, with all of his relatives celebrating in Berlin. It was extremely loud and a lot of people there were already drunk. Bavaria was with Austria and Switzerland, complaining all about how stupid a certain Prussian was. Mainz, Trier, and Cologne ended up in a large religious debate. Even Lorraine took time off to be with her kids, the Low Countries. Holland was of course butting heads with Guelders again.
Italy, who was sitting next to Germany, recognized a lot of them from when he was still living under the Holy Roman Empire. If only they here. What was he thinking, especially at a happy occasion like this!
Germany saw the fleeting sadness in his lover's eyes. "Feliciano, what is the matter?"
Italy startled from his train of thought. "Oh, it's nothing! It's just so you have such a large family to spend Christmas with."
"Don't you have a large family as well?" Germany never really asked him about his family. It really never came up. He knew Italy had two brothers, Romano and San Marino, and he briefly mention that Spain was his cousin.
"Not as big as yours. Well, you see, most of my family is already dead."