After many requests to continue this wonderful story, I have decided to do so. (Clap, you fools!) I was really sad the day I wrote this for some strange reason, so Im going to make this part PURE FLUFF, so you guys aren't upset with me for making you cry... BE PREPARED FOR FLUFFINES AND COVER YOUR VITAL REGIONS FROM THE AWESOME PRUSSIA!
Also, sorry for the crappy ending to chapter 1...
"You, you came back! I knew you would come back!"
"Im so sorry, Italy. I never meant to be away this long."
I smiled as tears ran from my eye. I was hugging him tightly as I pressed my face into the crook of his neck. I pulled away only to kiss him, a second later, I remembered something,
"Mmrpf!" I pulled away from him, looking at his confused expression.
"What's wrong?"
"I forgotted! I promised to make you tasty treats for when you came back!" He chuckled.
"Italy, thats not necessary-"
"Yes it is!" I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the kitchen to shower him with treats.
A couple hours later, we were getting ready for bed. It had been a looooooooooong day for me, but I think it will be alright. Like normally, we sleep in the same bed, his. But this time, its... different. It feels, weird, but safe, comfy, happy. I don't really know, but I'm happy, and so is he, so every things ok. I think.
"Italy? You ok?"
I turn over to look at him. Im lying on my right side, seeing as how my curl...
"Yeah, it just feels...different." He nodded in agreement. I smiled at him,
"Well, buonanotte!"
"gute Nacht." He smiles before turning over, seeing as how, me already knowing this, it hurts for him to lay on his left side, for some strange reason. He never really liked to talk about why that was...
I could hear him breathing, seeing as how he was asleep. I smiled as I wrapped my arms around him before falling asleep.
The next morning, I woke up before him (OMG, I DID IT!) and make breakfast. He came down later and we ate.
"Italy?" I was putting the finished dishes into the sink, and I turned around to look at him; boxers, tank top, and disheveled hair.
"I... I still can't remember that much about my childhood days. Its still...foggy. I need something, like that push broom, to spark my memory, before I can remember again."
I smiled at him, he seemed less... I don't really know. Angry? Frustrated? Unhappy? Constipated? He seemed less tense, a little more relaxed. Kind of like Holy Rome...
"You know, I know what we should do today!" He raised an eyebrow, making me giggle.
"We should go to Austria's old house! That's where I- we used to all live together. You, me, Miss Hungary, and Mister Austria! If we went back, I'm sure you'd remember something!" He closed his eyes and smiled.
"Sure."
I ran to call Mister Austria on the phone, to ask if we could go. He still owned the house, he just didn't live there. He sent servants there to clean it up, so that when he did go, it would be clean. He was always telling me to clean the floors about three times before I could go to bed at night, making sure I got every last bit of dust or dirt off the floor.
Ahh, good times.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Hello Austria! Its Italy!"
"Well, you seem much happier than you were yesterday."
"I am! I have a question, can I go to your old house? the one I grew up in?"
"Why?"
"Because, I want one of my paintings, from when I was a child."
"I thought you had all your paintings."
"Me too, but I realized one was missing, and I painted it when I was a child, so it MUST be back at your old house! Can I go? Please?"
"Well, normally I would escort you, so you didn't ruin anything, but I happen to be busy today."
"How about if Germany came with me? Then would you let us go?"
"... I suppose. As long as you don't make a mess, you can go. The key is on top of the door frame."
"Ve! Gratzie, Mister Austria!"
"Hmm. Goodbye." The line went dead, and I half skipped, half ran back to Germany's room, knowing he was most likely changing into normal clothing. I knocked on the door, not wanting to walk in on him, because that would be REALLY awkward...
"Come in."
I walked in, he was buttoning the last button on his military jacket. Well, normal jacket, I guess, seeing as how we just wear our military uniforms everyday.
"We are going to the house that we grew up in!"
"Really? Does Austria...?"
"He knows we are going there, but he thinks we're getting a painting that I left there as a child, which I probably did, but I think only you and I should know about..." I trailed off. I did think that only us two should know, because the others might be like, what?
"Ok. You should probably get dressed. Im sure Austria won't like you going to his house in your underwear."
"Huh?" I looked down and remembered, Im only wearing boxers and a tank top.
"Right! I'll be right back!" I ran back to my room and changed into my normal clothes, my blue suit, and ran out to the door, where Germany was waiting.
"Let's go!"
I had put the directions into my GPS, knowing very well that I was going to fall asleep on the trip, which I did.
I woke up a few minutes before we got there, looking at all the surrounding scenery; the trees, the dirt road.
When Germany stopped the car, we both got out. I took a lungful of the sweet, fresh air. Yep, it hasn't changed around here.
"I..."
I looked over to see Germany looking at the gates with nostalgia written all over his face.
"I... remember that gate..."
"Good! Come on!" I took him by the hand and slowly led him throughout the courtyard. Everything was as it was the last time I was here. Beautiful and neat. He looked around at everything, making sure to get every detail, and I let him do so. We got to the door of the house, I looked up. I remember the door being slightly big, and I wasn't tall enough to reach the top of the door frame.
"Germany?"
"Ja?"
"Austria told me the key was onto of the doorframe, and I'm too short to reach, can you get it?"
He reached up, and felt along the wood until he found it, giving me the old fashioned, two tooth key. I gripped it in my hand and unlocked the door, a loud click as the tumblers fell into place, and I swung the doors open. The house was still as I remembered it, white marble and shining, without any dust.
"Come on! Im sure you'll remember more." I took him b the arm and slowly showed him the house. I could tell by the look on his face that he was slowly remembering, regaining knowledge that had previously been lost to him. I showed him his old room, and he smiled.
"I remember this, my bed was there, and a table there." He stood in the middle of the, now, empty room. I smiled, he WAS getting his memory back, piece by piece. An hour later, I was done showing him the big, old house.
"Let's go outside!" I took him outside, and led him to that field, the one we would go to to draw and paint animals.
"Remember this?"
"We... we used to paint, right?"
"Yeah! We used to paint in the fields, remember the rabbit we drew?" He smiled and chuckled,
"Yes, and I remember it looking like junk compared to your perfect one."
"It wasn't junk! It was just the leg that needed fixing! Also, I had experience from Grandpa Rome, so it was a bit of cheating on my part..."
He smiled and hugged me.
"I think I remember how cute you used to look, in your green dress." I blushed when I heard that.
We spent the most of the day in the field, looking at the clouds, pointing out old memories, or I would, and left, locking up everything once we were done. We would've stayed longer, but by the way my stomach was rumbling, I was getting hungry.
We went back to my house to eat pasta (WHOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOO!) and fell asleep in Germany's bed again. Today was good. Today was happy. And I'm sure plenty more are to come. And I know that Germany is Holy Rome, but... he isn't at the same time, so...
Im happy. I guess that and Germany is all that matters. I will no longer mourn on that one day, but be happier than...
when I have pasta. And I LOVE pasta, so you catch my drift.
Hasta la Pasta! Im off to have some gnocchi!
There, I hope that covered the depressing bits in the first chapter. Happy? Also, if you don't know what gnocchi is, go look it up because I'm too lazy to tell you. R&R? FOR EVERY REVIEW I GET, I WILL GIVE ITALY A BOWL OF PASTA, SO GET CRACKING, PEOPLE!