The memory's in a painting
Today started live any normal day, I woke up ate some pasta talked to some girls and when to train with Germany and japan yes life is good but I can't help but think I'm forgetting some think, all well.
"hay Germany, Japan do you want to come round to my house and help me clean, it will be fun?"
"I guess if we let you do it on your own you'll problem never get dune"
"Hai, I would rove to help Italy kun"
"ya graze, well let's good "
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We soon arrived at a medium to large house in the middle of Venice with a large well-kept garden with trees and plants. We then went inside and started to clean japan was working on the first floor, Germany the second welts I got the attic.
I looked around the room were so many memories were held some good well overs I'd rather forget. I started by going through the boxes to see what was in them when I came across a chest inside it held a small green maids dress and bandana.
"Hay I remember this"
"Italy I've finessed with the second floor, have you finessed up here yet"
"What is that you're holding Italy kun"
"Ho Germany, japan this is the dress I used to wear when I was working for Mir Austria, isn't it cute ve"
"he made you vere a dress"
"it is raver moe, ! Italy kun what's under that white blanket if you don't mind me asking?"
"uh oh I don't know "
Italy walks over to the cloff and pulls it off revealing an aged painting of a small boy with messy blond hear, sky blue eyes dressed in a black cap and hat with a white dress shirt. There was also a tattered had on top of the painting which resembles the over greatly.
Italy gasped in shock and slowly reached out for the hat and held it close to his chest as he slowly fell to the floor.
"Italy kun are you ok"
"who is the person in the painting?"
"Someone I know a long time ago, so long I had almost forgotten"