Done for a Writing Exercise/Game on my RP forum. The game is called 30 Kisses. There's 30 prompt words/phrases in which to write a short story involving a kiss.

This theme was Grave... I really don't like this one... I wanted to write something Germany=HRE, but I failed...

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Germany growled angrily, as he looked around, "Italy!" he yelled at the top of his voice. He was expecting to hear a whimpering from some hiding spot, but nothing; everything was quiet. He stormed off in search of the coward, who was once again skipping out on training.

It was at least 2 hours before Germany found the Italian sitting graveyard on an ornate stone bench. He walked swiftly towards them, all ready to reprimand him for being lazy, but as he got closer he saw the look on his face.

He was sat with his knees up to his chest, his cat perched on the top of the knees. He was looking up at the sky, just petting the cat absentmindedly with his hand. His face was scrunched up in grief, tears streaming his face.

Germany's swift walk slowed as he looked down at him with concern. "Italy?"

The voice snapped Italy back to reality, dropping the cat as he turned to attention. He wiped his face as best he could and turned to face the tall blond. "G-Germany! I-I-I'm sorry! I'll get right back to training! I promise! Please don't hurt me!" he whined.

Germany just wiped at Italy's wet cheek with a gloved hand, "You were crying."

Italy's eyes usually closed eyes, opened wide. "No! No! I wasn't! I-I-I." Italy stared at the German's bright blue eyes and sighed.

"Why?" he asked, the look of concern over his face.

Italy was quiet for ages, under the gaze of Germany, until he eventually caved.

"I'm sorry. I just come to graveyards to remember someone who died a long time ago," he responded, "He was never given a grave since they never found him. I miss him."

Germany couldn't respond, he knew who Italy was referring to, he'd been told about the Holy Roman Empire from Austria and Prussia, that he was his brother, and knew that as children him and Italy were fond of each other. It made a blush pass over his cheeks as he sat down beside him.

"Did you never meet him?"

"Nein. I didn't. I was told he was my Brother but Bruder and Austria refused to tell me anything about him." Germany replied looking away from him.

Italy sighed, "I see. I... I think you would have liked him. He was always looking after me, despite being scary... very scary. Just like you."

Germany gave a soft smile to the Italian, "I don't believe he's gone Italy. He'll come back to find you."

"Si!" Italy jumped up a little and faced his commander, "Then there'll be two people I love!" He leaned towards him and kissed his lips quickly and ran off through the graveyard.