I'm so sorry this took so long! (Even though it's summer, this week was a bitch to my family and I TT^TT) The only upside to the super-wait is that this chapter is the longest anything I've posted, nearing 3,000 words, I believe. Also, everyone is more in-character, so yays. But here's the final installment of Memories! Yaoi a bit later… = v =, no smut though… I've tried, trust me. I fail. Human names are used almost all the time in this one.

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Romano looked on, quite amused, at the sight before him. His retard of a brother was staring up, dead-eyed, at some thick, leather-bound book that looked decidedly boring, while Antonio was staring at the screen of his laptop with the same expression (or lack thereof) on his face. Both were sprawled out lazily on various pieces of squishy furniture.

Snickering, he grabbed two tomatoes from a bowl on the counter and flopped down in an unoccupied recliner. By the looks of them, they had pulled an all-nighter. But… doing what?

He took a bite of his fruit. "So… you bastards have a sudden interest in furthering your knowledge in the world around you, or some shit like that?" Feliciano jumped and shrieked, dropping his book. "Ve~ Lovi, you're up…" He trilled after he had recovered, skimming through the book to find his lost page.

"No shit? I'm surprised you managed to even get that, though. Actually, I wasn't even sure if you could rea-" He was interrupted by Antonio, who leaned over the arm of their couch and pecked him on the lips, then pulled away before he could be slapped, grinning. "Roma, be nice~!"

"Like hell-! Being nice is for idiot bastards like you two! And what have you been doing all night anyways?"

Feliciano's eyes lit up as he displayed the volume in his hands. So Deutschen zu Verstehen: Fur Anhanglich Italiener. Romano's eye twitched. "Feli… is that title in… GERMAN?" The younger bobbed his head happily. "And tell me, fratello, when, where, and from whom did you learn goddamned GERMAN?"

Confused, Feli shrugged. "Why do you keep yelling the word German? And anyway, I'm not exactly sure when or where, but Ludwig and Gil taught me. The book is called 'Understanding Germans: For Clingy Italians'"

Once again, the elder Italian twitched. "That sounds oddly specific, don'tcha think?" Antonio started laughing. "Yeah, 'cause Elizaveta brought it over. That girl… knows when you need some weird crap." Lovino snorted and slung his legs over the arm of his chair. "Fucking pervert is what she is. She and Kiku, they get nosebleeds watching the damn grass grow if they think something gay will happen there."

"Mmm~ but they call it 'yaoi', not 'something gay'. Anyway, back on topic, Feli and I decided that he's gonna convince Ludwig he's Holy Rome, and- OH, SHIT, FELI, TOMORROW IS VALENTINE'S DAY!"

Feliciano hopped up and down happily. "It's perfect! Perfecto! Except-" His face fell- "Last San Valentino, he started being really weird and for a couple of seconds, he remembered…"

"Oi, Feli?"

"Si?"

"Please be annoyingly happy again, you being depressed is worse."

"O-okay, Lovi"

Antonio came over and patted the brownish-red haired boy on the shoulder. "Ah, Feli, this year it will work. I can FEEL it." He fisted a hand over his heart and closed his eyes, nodding. "With what, your tomato senses?" Lovino replied scathingly.

He chucked his last tomato at the Spaniard, who caught it with his free hand, eyes still closed, and took a massive bite. Secretly, Romano was impressed. Veneziano, however, was more vocal about it, whooping a clapping loudly. "Whoa! Go Spain-nii-san!"

Antonio bowed. "Si, my tomate senses were tingling!" Lovino face-palmed. "Jesus Christ, you two are such fucking dumbasses. And, anyway, how are you going to make it work this year?"

Antonio and Feliciano shrugged simultaneously. "How am I supposed to know?"
"Must I repeat…? Fucking dumbasses…"

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^1 DAY LATER- FEBRUARY 14^

Ludwig had a serious headache. Roderich was playing loudly on his piano, Gilbert was yelling loudly about being awesome, and Elizaveta was squealing loudly over something or other, probably getting blood all over his freshly cleaned carpet. Yes, it was all very loud.

And of course, the phone took that moment to scream into his ear, naturally. He pinched the bridge of his nose and picked up the receiver. "Ve~ Ludwig, ciao!"

"Guten morgen, Feliciano."

"Aw~ So formal, Luddy!"

"I'm not Alfred, Feli. Being formal means you are being polite in my country."

He could hear Feliciano ve-ing like mad, Romano cursing, and Antonio fusosososo~ing in the background. Mein Gott, it was so loud, everywhere!

"Well, anyways, do you know what day it is?" Feliciano giggled.

"Erm… It's Tuesday, Italien. Why do you need to know?" When did the cute- um, little, yes. He didn't really mean to say cute- Italian ever care about the date or time or even year? His day went something like this:

1.) Wake Up and Bother Ludwig by Being Completely ador- Annoying Time

2.) Pasta Time Uno!

3.) Play With Kitties Time!

4.) Do Some Useful Training With Doitsu Time

5.) Pasta Time Due!

6.) Go Bother Someone Time

7.) Siesta Time!

8.) Pasta Time Tre!

9.) Somehow End Up In Ludwig's Bed Time

Yes, it was a never-ending, vicious cycle. Anyway, back to the present topic, the brunette on the other end just giggled still. "No, silly Luddy! It's Valentine's Day~"

Well, he certainly didn't want to repeat last years disaster of a Valentines Day… it was a very confusing time indeed, and the German preferred things to make sense and be organized, thank you very much.

"And…?" Damn, that was the only thing he could think to say.

"Well… do ya wanna come over to my place for dinner? I'll make wurst for you if you want, and pasta for me."
"Ja, sounds good to me. What time would you like me over?" Wait, he didn't even check his schedule; what was wrong with him? What if he had had something planned that evening? (A little voice in the back of his head told him that he would have cancelled it, but he ignored the pesky little bugger.)

"Um, 19:00, I guess? Sometime around there is good."

The overly time-conscious German almost popped a vein at that. "I need an exact time, Feliciano!"

Yelping was heard on the other end of the line, followed by a crash and something in muffled Italian. "Ve~ You're being scary again, Doitsu! Anyway, 19:00, on the second, if it makes you happy, ve~"

"Alright, see you at 19:00, Feliciano."

And he was smiling, despite himself.

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"Bruder, why are you dressed up like that?" Prussia drawled out, slouching against the couch and eying Ludwig's suit. Hungary scooted away from him and trilled happily, clapping her hands together. "He has a date with our little Feli! And I may or may not be lurking out in the bushes with Kiku and my camera… tee hee!"

Roderich glared at her from his position on the loveseat. "You will do no such thing, Elizaveta. No decent young lady hides in bushes and stalks people. And anyway, give Ludwig his privacy."

Elizaveta grumbled something about not being such a 'decent young lady' and left the room. Meanwhile, Ludwig was blushing madly, looking quite mortified. "It is not a DATE. We are just friends!"

Gilbert snorted. "Yeah, right. And I'm not totally and completely awesome."

"And even I have to say you two are a little… closer than friends usually are" Roderich admitted.

"Yeah, it's really adorable~ You two are like, perfect together!" Elizaveta squealed from the other room. Then, everyone heard her whisper, "Yeah, Keeks, Luddy and Feli are gonna be on a daaate~ And that baka Roddy won't let me go, so you'll have to- Oh yeah, I'll get my revenge on those two later, don't you worry!"

"SPECS! Look what you have done by not letting her go stalk them! We are going to be tied up, forced into some dress or something, and then pictures of us are gonna be posted on my blog, or something equally horrible!" Gilbert complained, getting up and shaking the Austrian's shoulders roughly.

"Well, it's better than her stalking your brother-"

"NO IT ISN'T!"

Ludwig sighed and sat down. He was very early, anyway. "Elizaveta, we can all hear you from here. The phone room really isn't all too far from the living room."

The girl giggled. "Okay, so you CAN'T COME, KIKU?" she made sure to holler the last words, as if they would believe them. "DARN, THAT'S TOO BAD. Bucsu, Kiku, see you later." There was a click, and then Elizaveta sat down next to Roderich, as if nothing even slightly out of the ordinary had occurred.

"What?" she asked, once she had noticed that everyone in the room's eyes were trained on her.

Ludwig shook his head. "You're just… so… I don't really know, but you are kind of, scary. Ja, scary fits well, I think." ((Oh, Luddy, the term you're looking for here is 'rabid, crazed yaoi fangirl' ;D)) She bared her teeth playfully and growled. "Igen, I'm absolutely terrifying. Ever since my birth, you silly boys have flocked in masses to me, saw my general scariness, and then fled out of fear." She proclaimed grandly, arms flying about her in a wild manner as she momentarily turned Italian and relied on hand motions to relay the majority of her story.

Gilbert snickered. "If I remember it correctly, which I did since I'm the awesome me and keep record of these things, we were all like 'whoa, there is another gender?' When were you born, 800 maybe?"

"Yeah, somewhere around that time." She agreed, "and don't be silly. There were plenty of human girls then, and Heracles and Gupta both had mothers like us."

"Yeah, but hardly any of us are THAT old, we didn't remember those two." Gil insisted, and somehow, after that, in the time span of about 3 minutes, it turned into an all-out screaming war.

Ludwig used that to his advantage, slipping out the house before Gilbert and Elizaveta could hound him about his da- um, dinner with a friend- again. Besides, if he was to be there at 19:00 exactly, he needed to get going!

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Just as Feliciano suspected, as soon as his clock hit 19:00, there was a knock at his door. He grinned briefly and pulled an oven mitt off his hand, then opened the door. "Ciao, Ludwig! How are you, ve~? It's been a while; too long!" He greeted energetically, reaching up to hug his German friend.

"Allo, Feliciano, danke for inviting me, and I'm doing well, thanks." He said quickly, almost as if he were… nervous? But Germany never got nervous, or so Italy thought.

Feliciano stepped out of the doorway to allow Ludwig in.

"Dinner will be ready in about 5 minutes, so do you want anything to drink?" he asked happily, motioning for Ludwig to take a seat on the couch. "Water's fine, thank you" Feliciano nodded and headed of to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from a cabinet and filing it. Then he skipped back, careful not to spill the beverage, and handed it to his friend, sitting down next to him. "You know, ya don't have to be so formal, Luddy! I mean we're friends, and it's important to have fun every once in a while, right?"

The German smiled slightly and relaxed his posture. "Yeah, suppose it is." And so the two of them talked for a while, discussing everything from ways to cook pasta and potatoes to weird brothers and creepers that might be lurking out their window. (After that particular topic, they had shut the blinds, just in case Kiku or Elizaveta were out there.)

Then, a bell rang out from somewhere to their right, and Feliciano jumped. "Oh! It's our dinner!" He leapt up and ran into the kitchen, leaving behind a quite baffled Ludwig. There were a couple of strange and rather disturbing crashes and bangs from he room, before the Italian trotted in with plates laden with… something. It was probably food, though Ludwig had no idea what kind of food it was.

"Wurst pasta! With potatoes and tomatoes!" he proclaimed proudly, setting down the dishes. (Ludwig struggled to not point out the fact that there were a lot of carbohydrates in that meal.)

And for such an odd combination, it certainly was very delicious. "Does it taste alright?" Feliciano asked rather apprehensively. "O, Ja, very delicious!" Ludwig replied, taking another bite. The brunette visibly relaxed at that, forking up some of the dish and trying it himself. "Oh si, it's definitely better than I thought it would be!"

From there, they started some mundane conversation abut the fact that wurst originated in China before Feliciano random blurted out, "Luddy, what were you like as a kid?" Ludwig blinked, and then a sad look filled his eyes. "I don't know." He answered honestly, "my earliest memory was when I woke up one day and mein Bruder was leaning over me and looking worried. I was probably 13 or 14 then." A strange and unreadable look passed over the Italian's eyes at that, but soon they turned their normal cheerful amber. "What were you like as a child, Feli?"

"Well," he started off slowly, "I don't remember being with Grandpa Rome all that much, just that he was very kind to me and let me do whatever I pleased all day long. Then one day, he just never came back, and Lovi and I were on our own for a couple of days before Mr. Roderich and Miss Elizaveta came to pick us up from Grandpa's place.

"We were both pretty hungry and sick by then, so they helped us get better, and gave us clothes and whatnot. It was funny, because I think that they both thought I was a girl, cause they gave me a little green dress with an apron and a bandana. Well, after a couple of days, Austria god tired of Lovi cursing and only talking in Italian and eating tomatoes, so he was sent to Spain with Antonio. Then I found out that there was another kid in the house.

"His name was Holy Roman Empire, and at first, he scared me. He would follow me around all the time and hardly ever spoke to me. But then, he kinda grew on me. He would leave pasta out for me because I wasn't allowed any, and he would come paint pictures with me and whatnot. But Big Brother France picked a fight with him, and he had to leave us to go to war.

"But before he left, he told me he loved me, and for a very long time, too. And then I gave him my deck brush, a-and we kissed." Feliciano paused and leaned closer to Ludwig. "Like this" he whispered, pressing their lips together. Ludwig jumped at first, but then relaxed into the kiss. But then, he jerked away, holding his head. "Ah- Italy, you-"

He looked at the other, then inclined his head so that their foreheads rested together. Feliciano took his hand. "Then he told you he would come back, right?" The Italian nodded, crying in pure joy. "And I didn't, or at least not until way later. Not until you saw him when he pulled you out of a tomato crate."

This time, Ludwig started the kiss, capturing the brunette's lips with his own. To his surprise, the other's tongue flicked out and licked his lower lip. He opened his mouth a bit, and Feli's tongue entered it, feeling around, tasting. Somehow, the smaller nation ended up in his lap, arms wrapped around his middle, pulling them closer together. However, the mutual need for air forced the two apart. Looking embarrassed, Feli slid off his lap, but their fingers will still twined together.

"But don't worry about having forgotten. I'll love you always, no matter what name you go by, or if you know it or not. I'll never forget you."

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Blaa- the ending sucks. I hate it. But I had no other ideas, so here you go. I'll try not to ramble for too long. This was about 2,700 words, so, woo, longest thing I've ever written. And now all my real series are done, so I can stop stressing. Be looking forward to more, though!

~Max-chan