Italy woke to a strange sight. It seemed there was an orange haze in the air, painting everything a vivid color. The next thing he noticed was smoke...Fire. As realization dawned on him, a horrible pain ripped through his body. "Romano! Lovino!" Italy desperately screamed for his brother, clawing into the air. His throat burned horribly. As Italy tried to fill his lungs with air, he realized that was probably the worst thing to do. The smoke of the burning city of Rome filled his lungs, poisoning them. His vision blurred as Italy struggled to keep his eyes open. As consciousness slipped away from the panicking Italian, he wished he could have at least seen Germany one last time...Tears streamed down his face as he feebly sobbed the names of the ones he would miss.

Germany awoke to the sound of a certain someone running into his room and getting into the bed with him. "Germany!"

Germany sighed. "What do you want, Italy?"

Italy sobbed. "B-bad dream...Rome was b-burning d-down. I-I'm s-scared Germany.."

"Oh Italy..It was only a dream..." Germany gave Italy an awkward hug.

Italy, still in hysterics, buried his cheek into Germany's chest, quietly sobbing his fears to the unusually quiet male.

"Germany...?"

Germany snapped out of his thoughts and quickly realized he had been scowling.

See, Germany hated it when Italy was upset. Honestly, he had feelings for Italy, but he wasn't quite sure what they were. A mere spark, maybe, that could either roar or be put out with the slightest wind. Secretly, he hoped Italy liked him back.