There are some time jumps in here, so I'm sorry if it made this confusing!

Two Weeks Later

With Germany in the war…

At long last, Germany was able to write to Italy back home. He didn't know what to say in the letter, but eventually he found the words that he could send to Italy.

'Feliciano,

This being my first letter, I'm not exactly sure what to put in it. But, I want you to know that I am safe after our first battle. So far we're winning, and I hope that you are doing well at home. Don't worry about me too much because I'll be fine out here. Each night before I sleep, I cant help but feel so much regret for leaving you. I have to remind myself that I had no choice and that its for the best, though.

However, we've been told that we are traveling to another battle tomorrow, so I may not be able to write to you again for a while. Trust me, I will write to you as soon as I am able to do so, but for now, I must tell you to not worry.

I love you and miss you.

Ludwig.'

After sealing the envelope and addressing it, Germany put the letter in the outgoing mail bag. "I miss him so much…"

One week after that

With Italy at home…

Italy went to the mailbox and grabbed the one thing inside. A letter from L. Beilschmidt. "Ludwig." Italy's face lit up. He ran back into the house to read it. Up the stairs, into the bedroom, he sat on the bed and carefully opened up the letter. As he read, he held the sleeve of Germany's jacket in his free hand.

Reading the last paragraph nearly broke his heart. He wouldn't hear from Germany for a while? Did that mean that he couldn't write him back? "I'm sure it doesn't mean I cant write back. And even if it does, it won't hurt to try." Italy decided. He went over to the desk and got out a pen and paper to respond.

'Ludwig,

I'm not sure how I've been able to read the newspaper while you are gone. The only thing that catches my attention is the list of dead soldiers that are coming home in caskets…or worse, there is nothing to bring home. Each time I look over it, I pray that I don't find your name within that list. It isn't that I doubt you, I just don't want to see it. Then again, the army alerts the family before the paper, so I don't know why I worry so much.

I appreciate that you left the jacket. Though it sounds cheesy, I feel colder when I go to bed at night now, and the jacket helps me cope with the lonely-ness. You have no idea how much I miss you.

I got a call from Lovino the other day. Somehow, he knew that you left so I didn't have to. Believe it or not, Lovino actually said 'I hope he returns…for your sake, Feliciano.' He even admitted to you being a good man.

I know I shouldn't tell you too much about how I've been doing. I heard that you are only supposed to say good things in letters to active duty soldiers, but I cant help it: Ludwig, I miss you so much it hurts. If I could turn back time and somehow stop the war from happening, I would do so in a heartbeat! Anything to keep you here.

I should stop now. I don't want to depress you. So, farewell for now.

I love you and miss you too.

Feliciano.'

Italy sealed the letter, copied the address from Germany's letter, and went back outside to put it in the mailbox. And after eating only a bowl of leftover pasta for dinner, Italy went back upstairs for bed.

He got out of his normal clothes, put on a white undershirt and put Germany's jacket around himself like he did every night. With some difficulty, Italy fell asleep and had yet another dreamless night.

I promise that the next chapter will be longer!