Headcannon: HRE's human name is Otto Beilschmidt.

Warnings: You might die of fluffiness overload.


The grass was such an astonishing green. He didn't know what to call the color until Italy had told him.

"Ve~ A lot of artists call it a medium green. I think it's borderline medium green, but it's a mixture of Lime and Medium, so I like to call it Median Lime green. It's the middle of the two," Italy told him, continuing to paint on the canvas in front of him. lt was a beautiful field full of imaginary Amaryllis. In some places there were some of Holy Rome's favorite flowers. The Centaureas. They were a pretty color.

"What color would you say my flowers are?" he asked, intrigued with this concept of color's having more specific names.

"Mmm...I would say...Cornflower," he responded, adding more detail to the painting. Two silhouettes in the background, dancing with the sway of the flowers.

"Hey, that's us," Holy Rome said, his eyes full of affection for the paintings. "Italy, it's..."

"Beautiful?" he asked, giving Holy Rome a smile. "I thought you would like it. Centaureas are your favorite flowers!"

Holy Rome felt his face flushed up, blue eyes sparkling with affection for his Italian lover. "Ja, they are. Thank you so much Italy." He wraped his arms around Italy's neck, pulling the other in for a nervous hug. Italy accepted, chuckling at the gesture.

"Ve~" Italy spoke, his face a gentle pink. "Holy Rome? I have a question I've been meaning to ask you," he said, pulling away from the hug.

"Yes Italy, ask away. I'll answer it no matter what," he said, staring into his brown-eyed friend's beautiful chocolate eyes.

"Well, Mister Austria was talking to me about how we all have human names. Mister Austria is Roderich, Mrs. Hungary is Eliziveta, and I'm Feliciano. What is your name, then?"

Holy Rome stood there, quiet, as he thought. He had never paid much attention to it before. From the moment he was founded they knew his nation name. There was no real reason for a human name.

His brother had the name Gilbert Beilschmidt. He could at least keep the last name. However, he needed a unique German name. Some crossed his mind, but none fit. Choosing a name was hard. There was Dieder. It was a character from a book he read about an awesome knight who saves people. The knight was unique because he had purple eyes.

Another option was Ludwig, but he wasn't sure. It seemed common. But finally, he found the one that fit just right.

"It's...Otto. Otto Beilschmidt, personification of the Holy Roman Empire." He saw Italy's face light up into a smile.

"Ve~ When it's only us, we should call each other our human names!" he said, earning a soft smile from Otto.

"Alright then, Feli," Otto replied, grabbing Feliciano's hand into his own. "You shall be Feliciano, and I shall be Otto."

And they sealed their agreement with a kiss.