He left her behind. Turned away and was gone.
Holy Rome wasn't sure, how long he wouldn't be able to hear her beautiful voice or see her wonderful face.
The only thing he knew: He had to come back.
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Combat was hard, his opponent was obviously stronger. But Holy Rome had to fight. For his nation, his pride, his family,... Italia.
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The pain was unbearable. It hurt... He faught back the tears, his voice that wanted to scream. He's never seen so...much...blood...
He was about to lose conciousness...
No, he had to hang on...
Had to return home...
She still waited...
Italia...
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He felt a sting in his heart. What was that? This feeling was new, he didn't know what it meant.
The tears came themselves.
"What is this? Why am I crying?" He forgot.
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He opened his eyes. Bright light blinded him and he had to blink a few times to get used to it.
"Where... Am I? Is this... Heaven? Am I dead?"
"Hell no! Awesome me saved you, baby brother." A unknown face came into his view. Red eyes and silver-y hair. A grin plastered on his face.
"Who are you?", he asked the stranger.
"I'm the awesome Prussia! Your hero and strongest nation of the world!", the other answered, his grin widened.
"A nation? ...what happened to me? Where am I? Who am I?" He was confused. So unbelievably confused... He lost something precious, that was the only thing he figured.
"You are...? Uhm... You are... West! Germany, to be precise. My little brother." Prussia's voice was a little unsecure, but he looked at him with that mishievous grin and the just awoken had to trust the older one.
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"Aww boss I don't want to fight! Why can't we just sit and eat pasta all together?~", the young nation asked his boss.
"Italy, you are a nation, the representative person of your country! How is it possible that someone like you can't do anything but surrender and eat pasta?! Out! I don't want to see your pityful face...!"
The nation strolled out of the room.
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He didn't know, what to do. How did he end up in a tomato box? Oh no! Someone was out there...
"...forgot to feed mein sticky friend."
A German? What to do?! What not to do?! Italy was so afraid... He hasn't heared anything good about them... He wanted to go home... And eat pasta...
The moment Italy saw the blonde's face, he felt this stinging feeling in his chest. This feeling he remembered from centuries ago. Centuries of being bullied by other nations, of being threatened like a slave.
What is this feeling?
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The Italian confused him. Irritating. Loud. Too cheerful. Nice. His best friend...
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When Italy noticed, the German was somehow familiar, he already fell for him. His strict impression, blond hair, blue eyes...
The letter was a way to express his feelings for the technically younger nation. When he got a 'yes' as answer, his chest felt as if it would explode from all the overwhelming warm and ticklish feelings, he had.
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/"S-see you later, Italia. I'll definitely visit you once this war is over...!"
He'd come back.
"Okay! I'll be waiting! I'll be waiting here for you! I'll make lots of sweets and wait for you! We'll definitely meet again! We definitely will! I know we will..."
He promised.
"No matter, how many centuries pass, you'll always be the one I love most in this world."
He's gone. He'll come back. Holy Rome.../
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Italy woke up, his face tearstained. The painful feeling in his chest... Holy Rome. His first love. Germany...
The dream brought back all the memories. He was back. He returned. But... He couldn't remember?
"Germany..." It was only a whisper. The Italian knew, what to do. He had to bring back the blonde's memories.
A/N: It did not turn out as I wanted it to. Hmm. Nah, who cares~
There are lots of time gaps, but most of you can say what happens between them c:
Hope you enjoyed my little one shot of feels xD
That's the song which inspired me to do this: /watch?v=8SeqIDpzy48
