Germany/HRE x Italy: Promises from the Past
Germany sighed as he walked through his home, carrying some papers to his desk. He chuckled at his dogs, trying not to trip over them as he crossed the floor.
And then, it happened.
The man yelped when Berlitz tripped over one of their dog toys, falling in Germany's path. Blackie and Aster ran over when Germany fell over Berlitz, hitting his head on his desk before he fell to the floor. Berlitz whined, shaking as he waited for a scolding from his master, but when that scolding didn't come he nosed at Germany's hand, jumping back when the man let out a groan. The other two were whining, desperately trying to get Germany to his feet again. Berlitz wasn't even worried about being scolded anymore, but Germany wouldn't open his eyes. The dogs didn't know that their master was trapped within his own mind, reliving a past he didn't remember.
He saw Italy, a young child dressed like a little girl, standing in a field, tears in his eyes. He felt a cold wind chill his heart as it throbbed with pain. His own face was wet, and looking at Italy, he suddenly felt overwhelmed by tons of memories. But soon he was gasping as he sat straight up, looking around before his eyes moved to his three worried dogs. Berlitz was the first to pounce on him, covering his face with licks as if to apologize for tripping him, but Germany didn't care. He gently moved the dogs away, petting each of them before grabbing his phone to call an all too familar number.
{Ciao Germania!}
"Italy," he smiled slightly, rubbing his head. "Can you meet me in the field near Austria's house? I have something for you."
{Vee~? Well alright! What time?}
"Now." his eyes wandered around the room, finally settling on an old closet. "I'll be there soon."
{Alright! I'll see you there!}
Germany ran for the closet as soon as he had hung up, searcing through it until he finally found something suitable: a long black cloak and dark brown pants, along with an old style shirt Prussia got him once. He smiled, pulling on everything before he walked out the door. Prussia looked up from his laptop to say something, but stopped with a gasp and gaped at him as he left.
It wasn't long before Germany was approaching the field, Italy already waiting there. The Italian gasped, coving his mouth as he watched his friend approach in those clothes. He was greeted by a warm smile, the blonde opening his arms to him as he approached.
"I promised I would return, didn't I Italia?"
"H-Holy Rome...? No..." tears were building in Italy's eyes, but the disbelief was still evident on his face. "Germany! Why are you-"
"I finally remembered." Italy gasped, his hands slowly moving from his face. "I remembered everything... how I chased after you all those years, sneaking off to Venice to keep an eye on you, the time Hungary dressed you up in that little dress." The German chuckled, reaching out to cup Italy's cheek in his palm. "I remembered how much I loved you... and how you cried when I left... You gave me your broom to hold onto, the one you always had with you."
The Italian tried to hold back a sob, falling into Germany's awaiting arms. He was comforted by the warmth as he was held tightly in the taller man's arms. But of course, it seemed that a certain someone had other plans...
"YOU FUCKING POTATO BASTARD! GET AWAY FROM MY IDIOTA FRATELLO!"
Germany looked up from wiping away Italy's tears, sending the normally annoying Italian sibling a soft smile. "Nein."
"WHY YOU-"
"I let him go once, and it made him suffer. I do NOT plan on letting that happen again."