Hey that's the new /second chapter …

Sorry that it took so long, I had to write my final exams (QAQ)

But I hope you like the story /this chapter …

My Italian isn't good 'haha' sorry.

And finally thanks to wodolay that you was my beta, you are my personal hero ;DD

I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia neither the Character.


Chapter 2.

"Feliciano! What are you asking?" Romano spat out all of his soda, part of it even came out his nose.

"Fratello are you alright?" Italy asked deranging with a thoughtful face. What had he done wrong this time? It was only a simple question.

"I should ask you that! Are you alright? You …you …!" Romano glared at his younger brother. He was wet and all the areas around him as well. That's all Italy's fault. Even his breakfast was covered with water. It would be all soggy … yummy …. "Little silly fratello. How can you dare it, to-to ask me such silly and … and … you know what I mean … things, you are stupido" "I only ask how you manage to get along so well with Antonio. That's a-" While Italy was repeating confused his question, Romano interrupted him with light reddened cheeks "I don't g-get along with that …Bastardo … so w-well. … Spagna is an idiota and … and second you asked it a bit different … in another way … you know how …" Romano blush got deeper. He looked like a tomato; they could be twins (the tomato and Romano).

"Feli, you are an idiota" "Come mai? ve~" Italy was more confused than earlier. He only wanted to know how his brother did this. Because he liked it to see how the two had fun together and understood each other and enjoyed it, even if Romano denied it … and his feelings. Italy wanted to … No, he needed to know how to do this. To reach his certain person, his special dear one. To reach his feelings and get along with him better than they already did. It wasn't enough. Their friendship wasn't enough for Italy. He wanted to go further, to improve it to something bigger. That was what his feelings, his heart wanted … and so he wanted it, too.

After minutes of awkward silence, Romano picked up the earlier topic "Why do you want to know that?" he asked levelheaded while he was still staring at their dinner table. The surface was still covered with water and Romano didn't touch his soggy breakfast either. What's wrong with him, did his brother hit on a raw nerve? Did he really like Spain so intensely? … Nooo…

"Allora … I like … somebody a-and I want to know … how to reach him a-and how …" Italy tried to explain his reason for his request insightfully. Not to get Romano angry. "Waiit-! .. this person is a HE? I thought you are interested in women! … A-and don't say this person is that Potato Bastard" Romano was shocked about the new information. Did Italy forget about his last male love … he was the one whose heart was broken … he was the one who had to suffer … he was the one who said he could never love again. Why Italy, why? …. Romano didn't understand his brother.

"First don't be so rude to Ludwig and second does it matter if he is male?" Italy took offense, 'fratello is so mean' Italy thought 'Why does he ask it that way' Italy knew that his brother acted like ... always, but now he was too mean and too waspish. How could Italy still ask Romano something about this topic? Romano would get mad when he found out that he meant Germany with this 'somebody'. This conversation would lead to nothing.

"Never mind! Forget about that … what I said earlier" Italy stood up from his chair and wanted to leave the room, but he was interrupted by Romano "It is the Potato Bastard, isn't it?" Romano said unemotionally.

"…" Italy didn't respond or turned around to look his older brother in the eyes. He still looked straight to the exit.

"You should know that I warned you. It will go the same way like with him. … They are too similar. It is obvious that you will suffer … again. And I think that he is only a replacement … for that other bastardo …" Romano was still calmly and he hushed before he would say something that he would regret in the end.

Italy left irately the house, still not looking back at Romano.

'Romano is silly, he is an idiota, a big idiota … the biggest idiota ever … he is arrgh … how could he dare it. To say such things' Italy thought 'Ludwig isn't a replacement. I like him. Him as person. Him, because he is he. And not for another reason. And it is pure chance that they are similar … are they really similar?' Italy had never thought about that. He had never compared them with each other, as well. Actually he had tried to forget his first love. And today was that day. 'I must be damned' Why had had to start this silly unnecessary conversation between his brother and him on this day. How could he forget this day? He really truly wanted to forget him and that day and he did it since he was close to Germany, but Romano had had to remind him on this somber day.

Italy thought if he should buy flowers and go to visit him.

Meanwhile in Germany:

"Oi Westo~" Prussia still annoyed the younger nation "I need help … because Austria, that baby boy Austria, gets on my nerves and so on and he always talks shit and-and … Westo, are you listening? Ludwig?" Prussia asked his little brother "Ahh, did you say something, Gilbert?"

Germany didn't pay attention for a long time now. A very long time.

He had zoned out that's why he could hear his brother. He still had to think about his dream, especially about the girl who had appeared in the last seconds. He thought that he knew her but from where? He couldn't remember to meet her somewhere. When he had never met her how could he know her? She seemed so familiar.

If he could see his dream again maybe he could recognize her. Maybe.

"Westooo~! LUDWIG! DU KLEINES ARSCHGESICHT!" Prussia yelled after Germany. He wanted attention.

"Was?" Germany replied.

"Kesesese~. Now I know. You are responsive to Arschgesicht. Now I will always call you that. Arschgesicht. Kleines Arschgesicht. Kesesesesese~." Prussia enjoyed making fun of Germany. He felt like a winner.

"Haha. You are so funny. Really funny, Gilbert." Of course Prussia's cheap witticism didn't amuse Germany. "What do you want?"

"Pissnelke. Ahahahaha~. Sorry Westo. It is too funny. Okay … I have already said that I need help … what's the problem, Ludi~ -kesesese-" Prussia jokes get more pitiful.

"Ach, nothing. I had a weird dream tonight. And I can't forget it" Germany told Prussia. How could he explain it to his brother, he would never get the dream, and his thoughts. It was only a dream. He looked to the side with reddened cheeks. Did he really want to talk about this night with his brother?

"Okay Ludi~. Do you want to talk about this dream? No … no … You have to tell me your dream. Kesesese~ it's an order, by your awesome brother. And the Awesome Me will listen to you. Unlike you … ahahaha~" Prussia offered his attention and help.

"Okay but don't laugh." Germany accepted his brother's offer.

"Jaja. Of course." Prussia wanted that Germany told him his story.

"Okay, then I will start. Last night, well this night I dreamed that I was dying …

. It was war. And I fought against the French. And I don't know it was strange …" "Moment. You dreamed how you died, that's nichts special. Everyone dreams … that." Prussia interrupted his little brother. "Em ja aber, it was different. It felt so real and it was a different perspective. I dreamed … I felt as if I was smaller. Something like that. And you were in my dream and Hungary and Austria as well. And a girl I have never met before and I don't know it was weird and …"

"Wait! You died? You saw us? And a girl? Had this girl wore a maid dress with apron?" Prussia got more and more tense. His blazing red eyes narrowed. How could this happen? That's impossible. Prussia couldn't understand.

Germany continued "Ja, that's right. How do you know what she wore in my dream? Moment, it was a green dress and a white apron. But why do you want it to know? Is that important what she wears? Do you know her?" Germany asked prying, interested to know more about Prussia's knowledge and probably more about his dream.

"Maybe, I don't know" Prussia couldn't explain and tell him about his knowledge. It was against the arrangement.

"mh. Okay never mind. It was only a dream. It is imagination that I know her." Germany said to Prussia but he more said this to himself.

"Yes, you're right …em okay" Prussia looked at the calendar and his eyes widened.

"Moment! Which day is today?"

"What? What's wrong Gilbert?" Germany looked worried at Prussia.

"What day is today?" Prussia asked absent-minded with his look still focused direct at the calendar.

"The sixth of August. Why?" Germany wasn't worried anymore but confused.

"And you said that your dream was today …?" still absent-minded.

"That's what we have talked about moments ago. Gilbert are you really alright?"

Prussia caught his mind again and realizes what he had said. "Oi … ah … Never mind. Ach Gott! It's late. How could I forget the meeting with … Austria … yes we have to talk about …something. So, mein kleiner Bruder, I will leave alone, okay? Tschüss."

Prussia ran out the door and left the house, he really had to discuss something with Austria, something important.

'What's wrong with him?' Germany thought.

Germany left the house as well, to walk through the land. It was sunny, why should he stay home. That would be waste of time.

While he was walking through Franconia in the direction to the south, he thought about what Prussia had said.

'What is so special about the sixth of August?' it was a normal summer day. The sun was shining on the German's skin. It was a pleasant and warm feeling. Although it was warm and sunny, cool air blew gently through his hair. He went slowly to the southern areas. Maybe he should visit somebody, Switzerland or Italy. Austria would have enough stress with Prussia.

The landscape was wonderful. The mountains weren't as high as in the southern Bavaria. The most hills were covered with grapevine. He walked through the beautiful lawn. Just a little cloud was at the sapphire blue sky. Under his feet were lush green grasses. The leaves had susurration some mysterious.

What was so special about this day? Why had Prussia the sudden urge to meet Austria? Was it someone's birthday … mh Prussia's was in January, Austria's in October, Hungary's … mhh… June. Switzerland's was in August but his birthday was five days ago. He couldn't remember that somebody had his birthday in August. Nobody, who was close to him or to Prussia. Maybe today was another event … like a … an obit …

His bright blue eyes caught the young man kneeling in front a gravestone. The wind was breezing through the man's hazel hairs.

'… Italy?'


Italian:

Spagna = Spain

Come mai? = How come?

Allora = Well then

Idiota = Idiot

Bastardo = Bastard

Fratello = Brother

German:

Du = you

Klein(es) = litte/small

Arschgesicht = butthead

Jaja = yeah yeah / jaja means also Leck mich am Arsch = Kiss my ass

Nichts = nothing

Ja = yes

Aber = but

Em = well

Moment! = Wait!

Mein kleiner Bruder = my little brother

Ach Gott! = Oh God!

Tschüss = Bye

I know it's a long translation and maybe you know some of the words, but I thought it is better when I translated more than not enough.

I hope you liked it! (Please review)