A/N: in this story Italy and Romano are they way they were before WWI which was when they were chibis in those white frocks
It was a cool summer day and Romano sat in the grass watching Italy run around chasing a bright yellow butterfly.
He's such a child. he thought. Today was going to be the last day that they would spend together before his grandfather the Roman Empire came to take Italy away on another trip. He was jealous. The Roman Empire always liked Italy better than him. It wasn't fair. It was never fair. Why him? he thought. Well it wouldn't matter. After this he would be staying with his big brother Spain anyways. Spain is such an ass. he thought and began to pout a little.
Suddenly Italy tripped over his frock and fell to the ground with a girlish scream. Romano rolled his eyes and calmly walked over, but on the inside he was very concerned. Romano knew that he could take on any battle and manage to do some damage while withstanding a bit of it, but his brother was different. Italy was like a porcelain vase, easily hurt by the smallest things both physically and emotionally.
As Romano arrived at Italy's side, he saw that his head was in his hands and he was gently sobbing. Romano's worry began to surface.
"Are you okay Italy? What's wrong?" he asked worriedly. He knelt down beside his distraught brother.
Italy slowly lifted his head out of hands and looked at Romano with terrified eyes. A small scar obscured his left cheek and glowed bright red as blood began to flood to the scene. It must really hurt. he thought to himself. Suddenly a stray drop of blood flowed out of the cut, down Italy's cheek, and into the palm of his hand. At the sight of this Italy's eyes grew even wider and it looked like he might full out bawl and hyperventilate.
Whether put of fear, or out of desire, it didnt matter, Romano leaned in and licked the trail of blood from Italy's cheek, up to the scar and kissed it.
When he pulled away Italy's face flushed bright red, which unfortunately didn't do any good seeing as how the sudden rush of blood to his face caused the cut to bleed a bit more. Romano smiled and continued to lick the seeping wound. This almost tastes like tomato juice, but its so sweet. he thought. Romano closed his eyes so that he could further enjoy the taste. That was when Italy quickly jolted his head toward Romano's until their lips connected.
Once they parted again Italy had the sweetest most light-hearted smile on his face and Romano was beginning to blush.
"The sun is setting." he said. He began to stand and helped Italy up and brushing the pieces of grass from his frock.
"Can we sleep under the stars tonight Romano?" Italy asked. The sky was quickly turning from blue to orange, red, then a deep purple.
"Sure." he said.
The walked over to a nearby willow and sat next to each other under its sagging branches. Italy gently slipped his hand into Romano's and Romano took hold without hesitation.
Italy glanced over at Romano and they both smiled at each other but only for a brief moment when Italy's face grew a little more solemn.
"What's going to happen when I leave Romano? I don't want to leave you again. What if we never see each other again?" another tear rolled down Italy's face and Romano gently wiped it away.
"I promise," Romano began holding up their hands, "that I'll find a way for us to see each other every so often."
Italy smiled at this and leaned his head on Romano's shoulder. Romano then leaned his head on Italy's and they drifted off to sleep and their promise echoed in their heads as they slept. They may be seperated in the morning but for now, at least for tonight, they would lay there together hands still held tightly so that they wouldn't forget the promise.