Guys! I'm so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry that I wasn't updating. I feel like crying right now too, I had this and the entire story typed up, but internet hates me so it logged me out and I have to start all over. I did not update because:

It was my birthday last week, or the first day of school.

I was rushing to get prompts and applications fill out at the last minute.

I can't get on the internet during the week.

My internet hates me over all.

I can't even do the thing with the lines anymore. I had to watch my sister leave for Comicon, and couldn't go. I think I am crying. This sucks. Here, have a story while I still can put it up...

It took them forever to answer the door, but when they did, there was a tall woman standing there. She had long, curly brown hair tied back with a couple of flowers. She wore a maids dress and had a broom held tightly in her hand. She looked... familiar. I couldn't remember where I saw her before, but I really didn't have time to think about it because the minute she opened the door, she dragged me in.

"Roderick! Ludwig! Dumb-ass-Gilbert! Get downstairs! A guy was knocking on our door and he looks about Ludwig and Lovino's age! Come see!" she shouted up the stairs.

I heard multiple footsteps pounding on the wooden stair as 'Roderick, Ludwig, and Dumb-ass-Gilbert' came down the stairs. I heard a clear German accent state, "Eli! Don't talk about that dick Lovino in front of Ludwig! It makes him act like a piece of shit!"

I couldn't stop thinking about when they said 'Lovino', if they meant a different Lovino of Lovino Vargas.

"Shut it, Gil!" the woman shouted one last time before they all came piling into the room.

The first one down was an albino. He looked pissed and rude. His fists were balled and crammed into his neatly ironed pockets. The second one looked about my age. He had slicked back golden blond hair and bright blue eyes. He reminded me of someone... Who was it? The last one down had black, kind of purplish coloured hair, a weird cowlick, glasses and a mole that made him look like a brat.

After a bit more of closer observation, I see that they all look familiar. I can't figure out where I've seen them before, though. "Doesn't he look familiar?" the one with blond hair asked. He is having the same issue as me. He understands what I'm going through.

"Yah, he does look familiar," the one with the purplish hair.

"Guys, we should probably get him a bed and some food. He must be famished after that storm. Plus, he looks like he's going to fall where he stands," the girl says.

The more I walked, the more tired I became. A fair few number of times, I almost fell asleep where I stood. I later figured out that the girl was Elizabeta and the man with blond hair was Ludwig. Is it normal to learn the names of some random strangers that are caring you to bed?

Quiet.

That's all it was.

Pure quiet.

Everything was sparkling white.

I looked up. Off in the distance, I saw a little broom. A push broom even.

I walked to it. As I neared it, I fell. I didn't know how long I was falling.

Up ahead, I saw a little boy with a big black hat and cape walking beside an army. I had always liked this boy. I didn't know what to do or where he was going. I cased towards him.

"Holy Rome?" I asked, unable to control what I said.

"Yes, Italia. Don't worry, if you run, I case you and if I run, you chase me. I have loved you since the nine hundreds. No matter what happens, you will always be the one I love the most. I will see you again, Italia," he said, "How do you say goodbye in your country?"

"K-kiss I think..." I stuttered out.

He slowly leaned in and placed his lips upon mine. A wonderful, magical sensation filled me and coursed through my body. I didn't want it to end. I didn't want him to leave. He turned away quickly, gentle tears falling from his eyes. It was such a sad thing for us, being so young. Having our first heart break. I didn't know what to do! I couldn't just have him leave!

"Holy Rome!" I screamed at him. He stopped and came back to me. I had me one little push broom. My only little push broom. The one thing I had left to hang onto. I shoved it to him as a gift. I loved him and I believed that he would come back. I knew he would come back. His name was-.

I bolted up in a bed that did not belong to me in a foreign house that I only found that day. I was crying. Even if it was just a dream, it felt so real. It felt like it had actually happened. That I had lived through it outside of my dreams. I know it's impossible, but it just feels that way. More to the point, who was that 'Holy Rome' kid? He does look familiar just like everyone else, but his is just... different.

Once again, I am so terribly sorry and I feel so bad. I stayed up really later for you guys, so I want a review. Please? ;-;