Prolouge
Italy sighed, twirling around a pencil between his thumb and forefinger. The strangely hypnotic motion calmed him, and he soon felt himself calming down. He had been strangely restless, and couldn't help but feel depressed. Thumb, forefinger, thumb, forefinger, thumb, forefinger...
He was walking in Austria's house, carrying a bucket and mop, everyone once in a while swaying his head back and forth, trying to remember were he was supposted to clean, his mind almost seemed to grasp it, before he lost it again. He sighed, this would take a long time. Suddenly he heard a noice behind him and turned around to see Holy Roman Empire chasing after a rat, mumbling something about an infestation. Italy smiled and continued on, suddenly remembering he was supposted to clean the kitchen, go figure that HRE would make him remember! He did a small giggle and walked towards the kitchen...
He suddenly bolted awake, to find he was asleep. His head moved towards the clock and he realised it was already 9 A.M. his head tilted to the side, suddenly remembering why he felt so startled. He had another dream of HRE and he almost felt like crying, he knew that HRE was dead, it had been more than two hundred years, and only a fool would still believe him to be alive. He fiddled with his paperwork he had fallen asleep doing, these nightmares had caused a sever personality change and he had recently begun to do paperwork, unlike his usual cheery happy-go-lucky self. His brother Romano had obviously noticed, however refrained from taking action. Italy sighed, knowing that today he would lack the energy to do anything beside lay down today. He shook his head, he didn't why he was suddenly having dreams of HRE but one think he was certain about, was that he hadn't had these dreams for over two hundred years. He felt regret about not truly staying with HRE and realised how foolish he was. He held himself back from crying, it would do him no good in his current situation, and he still had a mountain of paperwork to do. He adjusted how he was sitting in the chair, and readied himself for exustion all day.
His eyes scanned over the now completed stack of paperwork, it was already past 2, so he couldn't go outside with the afternoon heat, but decided he should anyway later on. He slowly walked down the hall towards his room, his mind already set on resting, before a small cat walked in front of him.
"Vee~ Kitty, i'm sorry but I dont have time to play with you today."
The small cat looked up at him with solem eyes, begging for attention.
"Vee-meow!" His cat mewed up at him.
"Aw you're just so cute! Eek, I guess I have to." Said Italy as he scooped up the kitten and walked over to the couch.
ROMANO~
He sighed massaging his forehead, his idiota brother just had to start talking to his CAT. He rolled his eyes, his brother could be a handful, and he knew how hard it was to even try to talk some sense into him, he would just start blabbering about pasta. He mentally face-palmed. He would have to figure out a way to make him less dumb, but as he pondered this his eyes darted to the pencil lying next to him. His eye twitched, and a small smirk grew over his face...
Hi guys! Anyway this is my first story, sorry if the chapters kinda short, I only had about 30 minutes and my mind decided to suddenly have me forget EVERYTHING I planned to do in this story. Ugh. Anyway I will update tomorrow after my mind stops deleting everything. Peace out! :D