GermanyxFemItaly which, in this story, is also HRExFemItaly. Meh. Italy briefly sees Holy Rome in a field one day before he vanishes, leaving behind a disappointed Ita-chan who notices how alike him and Germany look. I'm using the anime version where Italy gave him a broom but I'm also using the manga where HR confessed out loud his love for Feli since the 900s. SpainxFemRomano but only if you interpret it that way. Was going to use Austria but he was mostly a tag along that was hardly in here so I edited him out :I I'm really, really sorry if I don't get their characters right and they're OOC _ Another apology for any spelling and grammar mistakes, I have to use wordpad so no squiggly lines telling me what I'm doing wrong :D! .. ;n;

...Just in case: I don't own (obviously) any of this wonderful, amazing (scarily addicting) world called Hetalia.

It's Simply Meant to Be

"Talking"

Thoughts

xxxxxxxxxxxxx

"Italy, hurry up!" Germany's gruff voice calls and I straighten from my flower picking and toss my long brown hair over my shoulder.

"Ve~ I'm coming!" I chirp and skipping over to him, I take his left arm that's empty of groceries and begin tugging him along. I talk to him about about the most menial things for most of our walk home and I'm in the middle of telling a story about Greece and his cats when I see HIM standing in the middle of a flower field to our left. My eyes widen and my heart thunders in my chest as I stop, making Germany grind to a halt also as I rub my eyes and look back over the field.

"Italy?" Germany's voice is in my ear and his face in the corner of my vision but I continue scanning, even dropping his arm to step closer to the flowers.

"Feliciana vhat is it? Is something vrong?"

I tear myself away from my search and look up at Ludwig's concerned face, smiling shakily up at him. Once again I notice how much they look alike. Shaking the thought from my head I grab his arm and continue dragging him home at a quicker pace.

"I thought I saw some storm clouds. We should really hurry how now don't you think? Ve! Did you get the ingredients for my pasta?"

I distantly hear him tell me what he got but I'm not focused.

Holy Rome... I had seen him. I could swear I had seen him back there but-. I sigh and bite my lip, not noticing Ludwig's observant gaze locking on me.

Was that really you back there Mr. Rome? My breathe freezes in my lungs.

What if he's come back? No. If he was back then he would have come and to see me because he promised. He wouldn't have vanished. Maybe I'm just seeing things again. Yea, when they told me he had died I thought I had seen him many times afterwards but I hadn't so maybe it's just happening again. That's it! Which reminds me, I should ask Austria how he d- wait, what was Ludwig say- I look over to find him staring at me and blush.

"Ve~, what were you saying Luddy?" I smile up brilliantly at him, hoping he wasn't mad that I hadn't been paying attention.

"I vas asking who could you care for so much that when you think about them you can't hear me or see that we passed the house." He stares hard at me but I just grin lazily while my heartbeat quickens in my chest. Steering us back towards the house I easily lie to him. I had gotten very good at lying when it came to Holy Rome.

"Oh, I was wondering how sister Romana has been doing since she broke her leg. I haven't talked to her lately because I know she'll be safe with Spain but I still worry." I say and he seems to accept the statement as he unlocks the door.

I grab the groceries and head straight to the kitchen to make pizza with orders for Germany to stay out until I'm done.

"Ah~" I sigh happily as I pop the finished masterpiece into the oven.

"I'm done Luddy!" Dusting off my hands I take the apron off and lift myself up onto the counter in time to avoid Ludwig's dash to the closet to get the broom. Laughing, I eat a piece of pepperoni that was stuck to a cabinet door.

"You know you don't have to cl-" I cry out as Germany starts sweeping. Diving off the counter, I tackle him to the ground and jerk the broom out of his grasp.

"Ludwig where did you get this?!" I question, shoving the broom under his nose. He's so shocked from my behavior he doesn't respond and I have to call his name four more times before he answers.

"I- in the attic. I vas going through the stuff up there und found this so I decided to use it. Vhy Feliciana?" He asks but I'm already gone, taking the precious push broom with me.

"I think I need this broom to clean my room so you can use the other to clean the kitchen, ve!" I don't wait for a reply because I'm vaulting up the steps to the attic, taking two at a time.

Bursting through the door, I trip over my own feet and fall to my knees. I groan and check to make sure his broom didn't break while praying Germany hadn't heard me fall. Trying not to wince at the pain in my knees I wobble to a standing position and walk around. There's boxes of old, dusty objects everywhere and I briefly wonder what I should be looking for.

The broom doesn't necissarily mean anything. So one of his posessions ended up here, alot of things end up in different peoples attics. I mean what are the odds that- I stop in front of a small, cloth covered easle tucked in between boxes and gasp in surprise. A splash of blue on at the top of the easle proved its identity.

That's the one I let Holy Rome use when I tried to show him how to paint! He was pretty good too. Why is it here too? I drag the little canvas holder out and whip off the cloth causing a giant swirl of dust that makes my eyes water.

Stifling the cough I feel coming on I look down at the easle and choke.

It's still there. His painting is still there. Oh my gosh it's his painting!

I kneel and slowly stroke the crudely done bunny. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks and I grab the painting, hugging it to my chest as all the pain of losing him comes back.

"Italy? Italy are you okay? I thought I heard a thud und you're not acting yourself.." I hear Germany's heavy boots clomping up the stairs and I almost shout.

"N-no I'm fine! Everything's great, nothing broken don't worry!" I call out. Looking back down at the painting I remember how earlier I had thought how much Germany resembled Holy Rome and a lightbulb flashes on in my head.

"Wait! Germany! Come here." I hastily stand as Ludwig enters the room, bending over so he doesn't hit his head.

"Ludwig, do you recognize this! Tell me, do you know who painted this?" I eagerly show him the painting, sticking it right in front of his face so that he has to back up to get a full view of it.

"I recognize it. Bruder told me I painted it vhen I vas little. Vhy are you acting so strange Feliciana? Are you sick?" He puts his hand on my forehead but I quickly brush it off.

"Where is Gilbert now Luddy? Please, I need to know." I beg.

"He's at his house v-" He starts to say but I cut him off.

"Grazie! I'll be back later!" Still holding the painting I run off, leaving behind a dumfounded Germany.