A/N:Firstly, this story is not exactly the same as the real anime, and there are some parts where I am not too sure if it is okay, but I tried doing some research to make the story as real as possible compared to the anime.(That means some parts are STILL not the same, it's just like a AU fic but with a bit of the reality in anime, I guess.)Btw the Italy in the First Chapter of this fic is Chibitalia, but starting in from the next chapter(probably) onwards, it'll be the adult Italy we see everyday.:P Not using Chibitalia to replace Italy because according to the anime, HRE calls him Italy and not yes, the pronouns for Italy, I used 'she' because HRE thought Italy was a girl at first right? I'm not sure if he found out yet because I didn't finish the anime series, but oh well. Then when Italy is talking to himself I used 'he' cuz, well if its Italy himself, he will know he is a boy right? Might be .Without further ado—

"I'm sorry... I guess..I-I couldn't fulfill my promise to you after all.. Italy..." Holy Roman Empire looked at the sky. How peaceful it looked. Soon he would be going there, and he would never see her again, the person he loved. Tears filled his eyes just when he thought about being separated from her."May.. may we meet in our.. next lives.." He choked out with his last breath as he took in the sight of the battlefield one last time, thinking how cruel God was for separating them. Goodbye, Italy.

I wonder what he is doing right now... Italy pondered as he looked at the sky, not aware of the dire straits his lover was in. "Oh well, whenever he is and whatever he is doing, we're all still connected to the same sky!" Italy exclaimed and hummed the tune of 'Marukaite Chikyuu' while he continued mopping the floor.

A few days later~

Where is this place? He wondered as he opened his eyes. He felt like he have been sleeping for years. And the first thing he saw was a white ceiling with a white fan staring at him. What-where am I? How did I end up here? He surveyed his surroundings and saw not a single soul in sight. Curious, he tried to sit up when he realised that somebody had put him on a drip. Carefully, he wore his slippers and tried not to move his arm. He dragged the metal pole that was hanging the drip bag and slowly tried to stood up. At that moment, a lady dressed in white suddenly opened the door, causing him to almost fall due to the sudden act of the nurse. Luckily, he was holding on to the metal pole. There was a sharp pain in his right arm, but other than that, he was okay.

"Ah! So sorry! I didn't expect you to be up so soon!" The nurse said as she herded him back to the white bed. "W-where am I?" he asked the lady clad in white. "Oh, you're in a hospital, and I am the nurse in charge of you." She replied with a cordial smile. " H-how did I end up here?" He continued. "Oh, some survivors of war (obviously on his side) found you unconscious but still alive and carried you here,and you were in a coma for almost 4 the French were careless and didn't kill everyone in the war and just knocked some of the survivors out with a stab or two, so you were very lucky as you escaped with only stabs, and fortunately you were not stabbed in any fatal area and thus saved your was only a number of survivors though."he scratched his head puzzled. War? Did he go through war a few days ago? He went down his memory lane. War? Survivors? Why did he not remember anything at all? In fact, he couldn't remember anything at all until when he first opened his eyes and found himself in this white, vacant hospital room.

"Sorry, but-" he paused, hesitant if he should tell the nurse, but the nurse's warm smile melted all of his insecurities and he continued: " I really.. can't remember anything ever since I woke up.".

The nurse's smile turned into a frown almost immediately as she processed what this patient had just said a moment ago. With a stern "Wait here and don't go anywhere", she briskly walked out of the room and returned with a doctor a few minutes later. The doctor told him to lie down as he shone a flashlight in his eyes and asked him a few weird questions. Then he waved his fingers in front of him and asked him how many fingers he saw. After a series of questions and checks by the doctor, his expression turned grim and he and the nurse began to exchange worried looks at each other, and the nurse looked sympathetically at the boy sitting up on the bed, which in turn was looking back quizzically at both of them.

He heard the doctor whispered something in the nurse's ear, and he only heard something along the lines of 'might' and 'losing something'. What did that mean? What did he lose? He stared at them in puzzlement, wondering when the doctor will let the cat out of the bag. He was getting rather impatient at how secretive those two were, and he wanted to be let in on the secret too, especially if it concerned him.

After a few more words, the doctor cleared his throat."Are you sure you can't remember what happened before you blacked out?And what happened before all that, even the names of your friends, your parents, even your own name?" He tried ransacking his tired brains for one last time before finally giving nodded nervously like a suspect in court receiving a verdict that could change his life.

"We think.. You.. might have lost your memories."

And from that moment on, he knew that his life had already changed.

-First Chappie End-

Ooh and I'll appreciate reviews (good or constructive ones) and if there's any problem with my stories please feel free to tell me so I can correct them. ^^Just to inform, my story will be HRE growing up to become Germany... Somehow.. So if you think that this is ridiculous I shall suggest not reading the story if you don't like it. Sorry if I sound harsh but actually I'm a very nice person. Heehee.