Okay, okay, here's the GerIta I said I was working on. I finished this ages ago, I was just debating whether or not I should actually publish it...

It came to me after seeing videos on GerIta on YouTube, and from this little list of songs I told myself I would try to write fanfics with. So Here's what came from that.

Disclaimer: Guys, seriously, I don't even get why we need this, I thought by this point everyone came to the consensus that no one owns anything of what we make fan works out of. I don't own nor claim ownership of the songs A Thousand Years by Christina Perry or Once Upon a December from Disney's Anastasia.


Chapter 1

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

Even after centuries had passed, each blurring into the other lest a war or tragedy strike, Italy still found himself sparing some of his time to sit outside beneath the stars, gazing up at the endless expanse of dark blue littered with sparkling lights that burned ceaselessly, day or night. His warm, brown eyes, soft with emotion, stared on and on as his mind wandered, each breath a white puff, cheeks and nose pink from the gentle, but biting cold breeze, resting his chin on his knees, sighing quietly.

Really, sometimes he wondered why he bothered with this. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to stop this, he just couldn't.

He had promised he would come back…he…had to...

Italy blinked furiously, trying to clear away the tears that had suddenly began to well up, refusing to cry.

Dio, was he pathetic… The saddened nation hugged his knees closer, burying his face into his arms, an uncharacteristically bitter laugh quietly leaving him.

Dio, how he missed him. Italy was never able to completely move on after Holy Roman Empire's death, no matter how much his happy, carefree demeanor said otherwise. People had their ways with dealing with their grief, right? Well, this was his.

Smile, smile, don't let the pain show. Smile, smile, there's no sadness in this heart of mine meant for the world to see...

None at all...

After all, everyone thought he was a happy, useless fool, right? Then he would let them keep thinking that. No one needed to know of the secret pain, of the regrets, of anything, for, just as it wasn't any of his business to know theirs, it wasn't their business to know his. As his eyes once again found the twinkling stars above, his lips curved into a painful smile.

He would wait until the end of the world if he had to, if it meant that he could again see Holy Rome. All Italy wanted to say was "Hello."

"Hello, and goodbye."

Hello and goodbye…so that he could finally leave behind that painful chapter in his life. So that this suffocating chain that weighed him down and held him back, a slave to a past that held him heartlessly, would finally disappear once and for all. Holy Rome didn't even have to stay. He…he just had to come back, because Italy needed to see him one last time. Italy didn't want to be left with this bittersweet hope that promise had left in him since he was a child.

He needed the closure.

"Come back to me," Feliciano whispered quietly. "Come back like you promised. Don't leave me like this…"

Please, don't...

And once again his arms hid the tears the world was not meant to see.


A/N: Forgive me for the brevity of the chapter ^^;; I would truly appreciate some feedback on this story! Tell me what I can improve, especially with this pairing. I love my OPTs, but I'm very timid with my Hetalia ones, and constructive criticism is very much appreciated! Also, I don't have a beta, so I'm sorry for any grammatical errors in my story.