AN: Decided to do another chapter, there will be another after this, not sure how long this story will last but look forward to it^^

I just needed to take a break from some of my other stories for a little bit.

R&R

Italy slept soundly, wrapped in the arms of his friend ,Germany, who had come to accept the brown haired man's habit of sneaking into his bed, though he had demanded Italy at least wear underwear when he did so.

His face was snuggled against the other mans broad chest, the smell of gunpowder filling his senses along with the underlying scent of something sweet, something that made him feel almost nostalgic.

Germany's grip on him tightened unconsciously and he couldn't help but sigh in contentment.

Italy's dreams were filled of days long passed and a young boy with piercing blue eyes and hair that shone the purest gold in the sunlight.

He watched like a silent observer as the memories played out before him.

Him teaching the other country how to paint, their hands connecting as he showed Holy Rome how to control the movements of his brush. The touch had sent the blonde boy running, a blush on his face as Italy's younger counterpart watched him leave with a confused look. He chuckled at that but grew silent as he witnessed he and Holy Roman Empire's last goodbye before it shifted into the memory of him getting the news about the others demise. He could only stand there as the younger him cried out in anguish, tears escaping freely while Hungary sunk to her knees at the news, her hand flying to his mouth as she silently wept.

The world shimmered and soon he stood in a vast room of swirling blue and white. He looked around in confusion and went to take a step forward when he spotted the boy he had deemed his first love.

Italy froze, looking down at the smiling boy before he began to grow shorter, his body becoming younger; the Venetian's clothing changing into the dress Hungary had made him wear when he was a child.

"Italy", the boy breathed with a welcoming smile.

Italy ran to the boy, clutching at him desperately as he cried, "Holy Rome!" He knew this wasn't real, he knew deep down that it was all a dream but as he felt his lost love's arms surround him he wished desperately that his true reality was the dream.

The other held him with a slight chuckle, "What's the matter Italy? I said I would come back didn't I? I promised. And I'd never break a promise to you; you're my favourite in the whole entire world."

The brown haired boy's body shook at the words, his tears continuing to escape his eyes as he pressed his face against Holy Roman Empire's shoulder, taking in the sweet smell of the boy, he smelled like the flowers that grew around the house they had once lived in together and he clamped his eyes shut at the bittersweet memory, "I waited; I waited just as I said I would but you... you never came back!"

"I'm sorry I took so long, Italy. Don't cry."

The art loving country continued to cry but the sobs caught in his throat as he felt the boy begin to become less solid. He cried out at the realisation of what was happening and tried to cling to his friend all the more tighter.

"No! Please! Don't leave me again. Don't go!" Italy sobbed as Holy Rome became opaque, yet the blondes smile never wavered.

He felt a hand card through his hair softly and looked up into the smiling eyes of the blonde, "Italy," the boy breathed as he pressed a kiss to the others lips just as he had the last time he saw him. The other boy's eyes filled with tears as the other disappeared and he fell to his knees.

"Holy Rome..."

Germany stirred as he heard a gentl sob come from beside him. Blue eyes opened slowly as the sobs continued, he looked down at the man beside him, now clutching his vest as he whimpered in distress.

The blonde man felt a pang of pain in his heart as he took in the look of heartbreaking sorrow. He placed his hand on Feliciano's cheek, gently wiping away the tears clinging to the boy's eye lashes.

"Italy," he began in a soothing tone, "You need to wake up; you're having a bad dream."

He continued trying to rouse the other in this manner, not wanting to cause any more distress, though, his actions halted as he heard the mumbled words under the sniffling.

"Don't leave me. Please..."

Ludwig frowned, 'was he having a dream about his grandfather?' he leant forward slightly, trying to catch anything else that was said.

"Holy Rome," Italy sobbed, "Don't go."

Blue eyes grew wide at the name, he had heard of The Holy Rome Empire before, though the country had existed before him. Italy had known him?

He shook all thoughts from his head, he need to help Italy now, that's the only thing that mattered at the moment. Sitting up more, he placed both hands to cradle the dreaming country's face and again tried to wake him, he spoke gently but in a louder voice than before.

After awhile Italy stopped crying, his amber eyes opening slowly though still swimming with tears.

Through his watery vision and sleep hazed mind, Italy saw a man with blue eyes and short blonde hair. The man sighed his name in relief and stroked his cheek softly, fingers carding through the brown locks briefly.

"Holy Rome," Feliciano breathed, reaching up to wrap his arms around the man's neck, hoisting himself up until he was mere inches away from the large man's face, whose blue eyes widened. "You came back." He whispered as his fingers skimmed the side of the man's face, his eyes shimmering with an emotion Ludwig couldn't decipher, "My Holy Roman Empire."

Germany was silent, frozen by his friend's gentle look as the young man pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before drawing away. He didn't push for anything more and smiled up at the blonde before laying back down and soundly falling asleep.

A few minutes passed before the German regained his senses and, looking down at the now peacefully sleeping man, got up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom where he simply stood in front of the mirror; fingertips following the trail Italy's fingers had before they met his pale lips.

He clamped his eyes shut as he thought of the look Italy had given him.

A look filled with such warmth and adoration it made his heart clench at the mere thought of it, and yet that look wasn't meant for him but this Holy Roman Empire. He growled, had Italy and this person been lovers? They must have been for Italy to look like that and kiss him as sweetly as he had.

He wanted to know but he didn't want to hurt his Italian friend with the question. Perhaps he'd ask someone else who Holy Roman Empire was. Austria would probably know; he had heard him speak of the country briefly. He would ask him.

AN: So..yeah, new chapter. It wasn't great but it got my idea across. Uh, I'm not good at switching point of view. Review?