Italy and Germany and the world of today.

Chapter: 1/2

Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance

Summary: Italy and German's relations in 2009-2010. Strictly based on reality.

Germany's pov.

Sometimes, I look in our past and I feel sad. I feel this way because I came to realize, lately..

...Italy doesn't like me any more.

We used to be friends and even more than that, it made me happy for a long time and I had hoped it would never end.

It was foolish to believe it, because the planer never stop turning and the world is ever changing.

Alliances are formed, alliances are broken, new alliances are made. Old enemies become friends, old friends becomes enemies.

I thought that our case was different, I had hoped and I still hope, even though I know that the future can't be helped.

I have done all I could have done for him. Everything he wanted, I had given him, every time he called, I came immediately. Every time he has needed me, I was there.

What happened to us?

I could say that it is all because of his boss, but t would be too easy and I would only fool myself even more.

I remember very well the day it started.

He came and asked me war crimes compensations on behalf of some of his peoples who had been prisoners in my country during the second world war. Will I be reminded of this part of my past forever? I wished to forgot about this war, and that horrible boss I had to obey back then. Those memories are still haunting me and, if anything, I am not the last one who suffered because of that war!

Italy knew that very well! So, why? Why did he bring that back? Why did he rub it on my face once again!

I think I have paid enough already!

I had no other choice, I brought Italy to the International penal tribunal of ' La Hayes' to settle things.

That sort of thing is not really good when you are in a relation, isn't it?

Later, in the same year, his boss openly insulted mine. He called her a ' Nazi jail guard'. No one found that very funny and my boss is still waiting for an apology that will probably never come!

Italy said nothing about that, he wasn't even sorry!

Next he did, he forbid beer consumption on his beach, obviously supporting his minister of tourism who complained about the German tourists in Italy.

-" Obviously," I told him, and I was really angry, " My peoples are not welcome in your country any more!"

-" My place is become far too crowded!" He simply answered, avoiding my eyes.

-" You don't want my peoples' money, then? Alright...I guess it means that your economy is good enough and you don't need my financial help any more!"

He opened his mouth but said nothing. He had become proud over the years, he had become strong too, as I had wanted him to be.

He was strong now, and he didn't need me any more!

Much more, insignificant, things happened after. On the subject of Iran, he sided with England and not with France and I. I didn't understand his sudden change of mind, but it was obvious he didn't want to agree with me about anything.

We haven't seen each other for a whole year now and there has been no communication between us, not a single e-mail.

Our tribunal affair is on hold for the moment, none of us seems willing to discuss about it, or about anything else.

What happened to him, why?

In the course of years, I had put up with a lot, coming from him. I never minded, I would have done anything for him, anyway.

His mere presence was the only price I needed for my efforts. I wanted nothing more, he gave me nothing more than his warmth, but it was like a treasure to me!

I loved him, yes, I loved him with all my being. I still do, though I wish I could hate him now.

I wish I didn't love him, because it hurt too much!

Where did I go wrong? Or is he that selfish?

I forgive him, because I was already so grateful of all he had given me. Those years spent with him were the best of my whole existence, both as Holy Roman Empire and as Germany.

I didn't make a move to ask him what the matter was, nor did I tried to do anything about it. I'm too proud to do so, just like him.

Somewhere, deep inside, I am proud of him for his ability to always remain independent from others.

I never wanted us to be dependant from each other, I just wished we could be ally and work together, respect each other and share our culture, discuss our political opinion, help each other when necessary. I wanted us to be a model for Europe, I thought that our beautiful relationship was exemplary.

I had almost forgotten that he had his own freedom of mind.

My boss encouraged me to bond with other nations and, in a diplomatic spirit, I did as ordered. My boss wanted me to become closer to France while remaining open to the world.

I made 'friends' with everyone, for diplomacy's sake only.

I also became very good friend with France. Together, we became the European economical engine!

France was nice, he had a beautiful landscape too, a warm hospitality and delicious food. France was really good, but not good enough, not as good as Italy.

His house was beautiful, his wine was good.

Italy's were better.

His hands were warm, his skin was smooth.

Italy's were more.

His love was nice, but I loved Italy

And one day....

It was morning time and I woke up in my bed, with France in my arms, just like the day before. My mornings had been like this for the past three months.

France smiled at me and told me: " Germany, I like you, but I am not in love."

That didn't surprise me. After all, our alliance was one of reason, not of love.

-" I know." I replied. We are nation, we cannot afford being in love. It's anti-diplomatic.

-" I need to spend some times with America. We really need to reinforce our relationship!" France continued. " Who's next for you?" he asked.

-" Probably Japan. My boss want that we renew our old friendship!"

-" That's not why I asked you!" France said, smiling and shaking his head. " Who's next in your bed?"

I opened my mouth but didn't know what to respond to that. I was not the world's bitch! But France probably didn't know that he was only the second nation I've even been intimate with.

Because I didn't give him an answer, he decided to make one out for me.

-" You should talk to Italy."

-" Italy has nothing to say to me. He made it clear enough!"

France sighed. " Are you certain about it? Maybe he's just following his boss and peoples' wishes."

-" Then, it's a very good reason not to bother him."

-" Don't you want to know what he personally think?"

Italy, like any other nation, was probably thinking what was better for his peoples, despite his own feelings or not. I would have wanted to know, but I had no right to ask.

Italy knew what was best for his country.

-" Well, anyway! If you don't want to ask him yourself, send in you minister of foreign affairs!" France suggested eventually.

And I did.

I called Guido ( Guido Westerweele is the actual German minister of foreign affairs) and I told him:

-" Arrange a meeting with Fratelli ( The actual Italian minister of foreign affair) and go to Rome."

-" Propose him a cooperation in Afghanistan, schedule an appointment for the next Italo-German summit, propose him a dialogue over the current conflict between our countries and tell him this ' There's no other country in the world to who Germany feels that close!' ( authentic)

Guido accepted the mission, certainly happy at the thought he would eat pastas, his favourite food, for a whole week. He saluted respectfully and went to work.

I didn't expected anything, my hopes were almost non existent.

Two weeks later, my phone rang. Well, my phone rings many times a day! But this time, the ring tune was one I hadn't hear for more than one year.

-" Germany?" The mere sound of his voice made my head spin and I had to sit down.

-" Italy?"

-" Germany....Can...I...We need to talk...I guess." He said hesitantly.

-" When will you come?" My heart was pounding in my chest.

-" Tomorrow?" I felt happy, and extremely anxious at the same time.

-" I'll be waiting for you." I wish I could have said something a bit more formal but my mind would not let me think clearly.

We agreed to meet the next day at twelve. I decided to steel myself against too high expectations.

Tomorrow, Italy would probably come to me as a nation, not as a friend.

Certainly not as a lover.

We would discuss politics, economy, world matters and the meeting will be nothing else but formal and diplomatic.

I wish I could lose my heart, like Russia once did!

TBC

Years ago, when i was younger,
I kinda liked a girl I knew.
She was mine and we were sweethearts;
That was then, but then it's true.

I'm in love with a fairytale
Even though it hurts.
'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind
I'm already cursed.

Every day we started fighting,
Every night we fell in love.
No one else could make me sadder,
But no one else could lift me high above.

I don't know what I was doing
When suddenly we fell apart.
Nowadays I cannot find her,
But when I do we'll get a brand new start.

I'm in love with a fairytale
Even though it hurts.
'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind
I'm already cursed.

She's a fairytale, Yeaaah !
Even though it hurts.
'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind
I'm already cursed.

( Song: Alexander Rybak)