Germany x Italy Veneziano x Holy Roman Empire
Laying awake in his bed, Italy doesn't know what to do anymore. He wasn't able to sleep properly for weeks now and he can feel his powers growing weak. He frowns. "Why is it that I feel as if something big's going to happen soon?", he whispers to himself. Turning on his side, he can see a blonde man laying beside him. Germany got used to the Italian sharing a bed with him, his face relaxed and his mouth slightly opened. Italy sighs silently, closes his eyes and finally drifts away into something between wake and sleep, a place he called 'grigio', Italian for 'grey'. A dull and foggy place. Finally, he gets some rest.
The next morning his limbs feel numb and his mind is dizzy, each movement hurts.
"Are you alright, Italy?", Germany asks, confused at how silent the one spoken with is. The little nation nods but doesn't answer, which confuses Germany even more but he decides that it's best to leave him alone with whatever problem he has.
"Say... Germany... What is the last thing, you can remember from your life as a nation?" Italy's voice is quiet but the younger clearly understands every word.
"Uhm... Prussia's stupid face. It was right in front of me as I first opened my eyes and scared me to death. But why do you ask?", he answered. There wasn't anything more he could remember. His childhood was vanished from his memories.
'What if he is Holy Rome in the end?' Italy asked that question himself so many times, he lost count on it.
"Uhm... It's nothing, really. Just curious~"