Remembrance

by KoyukiVeneziano

Italy remembers that the boy he had loved was dead, but ever since WWI, he couldn't shake the feeling that a certain German is the Empire with amnesia. Will Italy speak up or drown in his sorrows of lost hope and love?

If tears could build a stairway,
And memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to Heaven
and bring you home again.

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"So many years have flown by, bringing an abundance of memories, good and bad. Out with the old, in with the new, correct? But, what if there are some memories you always want to hang onto? What if I had tossed my childhood out the window? Would I have ever noticed the resemblance that day? I wish he would just...remember."

~First entry of Italy Veneziano's diary.

Italy sighed softly as he clapped the notepad shut. He had been sitting in his room and on his bed for the past ten minutes. The date was December 24, 1835. Christmas Eve.

Italy and his older brother, Romano, had decided to have a Christmas party that night. The two had invited all of their close friends and a few others. Unfortunately, to Romano's dismay, Germany was also coming.

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No farewell words were spoken
No time to say goodbye
You were gone before we knew it
And only God knows why.