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"Germany, Germany please come back! GERMANY!" Italy screamed at the retreating form of his old ally. Why did he sign it? Why did he betray him, and now he's gone. He left him when he needed him so badly. Walking out without a glance back, the green uniform he came to love disappeared out of sight. Italy, injured and slowly bleeding out, curled up into a ball as best he could without hurting himself more. Footsteps echoed around him, the pounding in his head escalating as they grew louder.

"You made a big mistake, Italia" Italy's bloodshot eyes snapped open to look up at Germany once more. The blonde's face was a stoic, stone mask of emotionless nothingness. His eyes gave off shiver-inducing coldness. The once bright blue iris were now washed out and frozen over a grey sheen. Italy shook hard as he tried to peer into those eyes. Nothing more than a chill traveled up his spine.

"I didn't make it, my boss did. I'm sorry, Germany!" Italy wailed, tears bursting out in rivers. The lightest blue mixed with the bloodiest red, smearing the street below them in washed out red. He covered his face with road-rash covered palms, unable to look into his face anymore. He felt so hopeless, so alone, so…useless. Even with the odd coincidence, he felt nothing dawn to him. Nothing came to his aid, and he knew nothing would. The Allies were too far out, and Germany is an enemy now, no matter how much he wanted that to change. He felt a rough palm not his own pressed to his faced, and Italy was shocked to find Germany was still there, pressing his left hand on his cut open cheek.

"Get off me, I'm your enemy" Italy hissed as the oil in Germany's fingers brushed the open wound. Germany did not respond, or even take in the fact that the broken Italian country spoke. He looked deep within the adverted eyes of him; each rub of the finger brought a layer of grey away from his eyes, though left unnoticed from Italy.

"I said, back off" Italy barked this time, unamused by Germany's silence. Germany's small ministrations stopped, and Germany slowly started to pull away, but stopped as his thumb hovered over Italy's face. Italy's face was scrunched up, rising anger over fear and sadness. Tears and blood continued to fall, only to be left unnoticed as they fell silently down his face. How could Germany still be here when he's and enemy. He should be long gone.

"Italy…" Germany let out his name out on a long breath. Italy finally shivered in something besides fear. He didn't know what. Germany's fingers moved closer to his eyes. Italy closed his eyes as he felt his tears brushed away. The motion made him mad; it made him want to attack. This wasn't Germany at all, he convinced himself, because anyone would know not to show weakness to an enemy, especially his Germany.

"GET OFF ME!" Italy screeched, slamming his forehead against Germany's with a crack, and pushed himself up and away from him. In a lame attempt to escape, he limped, and partly ran away from the caved-in wall hideout. His vision blurred badly, black edges threatening to take his eyes away. How was he hurt so badly? He was grabbed by behind, and pulled from the path of freedom. He weakly struggled as Germany pushed him against his chest, and rested his chin on his shoulder.

"Please Italy, don't hate me. Don't run from me now, of all times, please don't leave me"

Everything froze in place. Germany did not let go, and Italy didn't speak or move a muscle. Had he heard him right? Germany was….begging him to stay? To not run away, even in this war, but to stay with him like always. Italy slowly swallowed a growing lump in his throat, and flexed his fingers nervously. What could he say? Never in all the years being with him, did he hear anything close to this be said to him or around him. Something to provoke him to say it was precious, closer than one would think. Italy slowly raised his hands, and wrapped around the arm holding him at the stomach.

"I…I never want to, Ludwig. But we're enemies now. I was trained by you to fight against our enemies, even if the fighting had to be running away" Italy said pitifully. "It hurts to say no, but…what you've taught has saved my life more than once, and I fear this is one instance I need to run"

Italy didn't need to look over his shoulder to see that he had shocked Ludwig. His personal cat was out of the bag at last, and it clawed at its victim relentlessly like a scratching post. He didn't know why he didn't admit he actually learned from the hard lessons and training from Germany. He started to cry again as he was returned no answer after a solid minute of dead silence. As soon as he started to sobbed hard, Germany tensed his arms, and the feel of his shoulder soaking finally came to him.

Germany was crying….

"For now, let us be allies again Feliciano. I can't lose this feeling now"

…because of him

Italy pulled the arm up to his shoulders, and kissed the wrist of it. He leaned into it, letting him turn to face the red-faced German. He embraced him, letting the familiar sturdy arm envelop him in the most needed hug of his life.

"I won't Germany. If I could I would never leave this"

"Then let's make this last for eternity"

"Italy, Italy, wake up! Feliciano, wake up!" Italy was shocked out of his dream, head pounding like deep bass drum. He was so frightened, shocked, and sad from what he had just saw. He jumped for the closest thing possible to sob into. It turned out to Germany.

He pounced onto the German, new tears falling like open faucets. His arms wound weakly around Germany's neck, while Germany enclosed him into a hug, pulling him tight to his chest. He shook so bad the bed board would smack against the wall ever so often. He was so frightened; he thought it was happening again. It seemed too alive, too real to be a dream. He clawed desperately at Germany's shirt, trying to keep his head at the crook of his neck. He cried out, feeling his heart beat at a mile a minute.

It wasn't a dream, it was reality. Something is too real for it to be a dream. I can't…I can't…

'It's a memory, Italy. I know it hurts'

You don't! I can feel my chest being ripped apart! It's too real! Why was it, please, what was it!?

'World War 2. After the signing of your official crossover to the Allies. I'm sorry you had to see this…tragic event so soon. It let itself be remembered'

He sobbed hard twice, and dug deeper into the thin fabric of Germany's shirt. He was nowhere near done. Germany held Italy as close as he could. He had heard Italy screaming out in his sleep, and knew he was remembering something horrific. Germany could feel the sadness radiating from him. It hurt him inside and out, and soon found himself shedding tears with him. He didn't even wonder why he did, but he had a feeling why.

Italy remembered something from one of the World Wars that night.

He sobbed and cried for a good half hour before finally crying himself to a deep sleep against the warmth of Germany. He slumped easily into his arms, light like a feather. Germany could feel his body give out from all the exhaustive efforts to let it go. He settled Italy's head gently back into the crook of his shoulder, and press his head against his own. He needed to protect him from something like this happening again. He slinked his way to the edge of Feli's bed, and lifted him into his arms bridal style. Blushing brightly at the carry, he moved silently across the hall back into his own room. Germany took no effort in pulling back the sheets, and tucking Italy in. Even with the remaining streaking paths of tears on his face, he looked peaceful and soft, open and vulnerable. German idly brushed a wild strand of hair away from his closed eyes. Even in his sleep, his curl would twitch involuntarily, though it drooped more than usual. Germany looked at him in sad defeat. He couldn't protect him in his dreams now, though he tried to soothe it as best he could. He press his lips to his forehead gently. Feli mumbled in his sleep, something in Italian. He leaned back, taking note of the rising sun behind his curtains. At the same time, a knock came from the door.

"Give me a moment" Ludwig called out. He straightens his shirt, and slicked back his hair once before opening the door, and closing it with a soft click. Lovino was waiting for him in the hallway, a concerned look on his face.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I'm pretty sure he remembered something from the World Wars last night. He just cried himself out"

Romano pressed his hands against his mouth, closing his eyes and fighting back tears. Why would he remember something like this? He took in a heavy breathe, steadying himself. He dropped his hands to his sides.

"Do you think he'll remember this?"

"I hope not, but I believe he will. I can only hope it won't leave another scar" Germany said in defeat, looking back at the door. He could hear Italy shift on his bed, another mumble echoed against the door. Romano did the same, and made out his brother's mumbles.

"You do know he's mumbling your name right?"

Ludwig looked at Romano for a long second, surprise written all over his face.

"Also, I thought of a way to help Italy remember" Ludwig shook off the surprise at the change of subject.

"Alright. I'm going to eat, and you're welcomed to join to talk about it" Ludwig said, making his way past Romano and downstairs.

"Right behind you, I'm starving" Romano followed close behind him. He finally drew away as Germany started to cook breakfast, and Romano waited patiently at the dinner table. Breakfast came quickly, and both dug into the scrambled eggs, breakfast sausage and soft-shelled pasta with traditions Italian tomato sauce. As they both finished off the pasta, Romano began to explain his plan.

"I know it seems too simple, but it seems that the simplest things can help him remember. For now ,we can try to do things that would trigger a memory, and that could bring back certain memories. From then, we could try to explain, or show him the memories"

"The first parts all right, but the second one's the one I worried about. So 'show' him the memories, it'll involve…"

"As much as I hate to say it, it will have to involve someone from the Magic Trio. Norway, Romania, or England…" he said the last name in disgust. "We may have to do it"

"Bringing England into this is dangerous, even if he can do it with the other two. Plus I've been worried…"

"Worried about something besides Feli?"

"Yes. I just have this weird feeling that the men and women that captured him, that did something to him, are still out there"

"Hmm" Roman looked away from his breakfast he had started to idly swirl around his fork and looked out the window nearest him. It had been on his mind too. Someone with the ability to keep a nation hidden for three weeks had to be powerful, and spread out. Plus something else had played leap-frog in his kind.

"Do you think they actually did something to him, Germany?" Romano asked then shoveled an entire egg into his mouth. Germany stopped mid-shovel and swallowed what he had in his mouth.

"did something?"

"Do you think, from what everyone including you saw, those guys messed with anything in Feliciano? From what Spain told me, there were some that didn't even look human anymore. Wh-what if they shoved something in him, or gave him freak powers, or…or he's somehow human this time!" Romano had gone frantic, anxiety taking over. The thought of his brother becoming one of those wreaked freaks with nothing left, it scared him past the fear of England. It scared him more than his cooking. He grabbed his head, and tried to calm himself. Everything around him blurred and fuzzed into near static.

"Lovino Vargas, gottverdammt, look at me!" the pounding, the images, the sounds fell away as he was shaken out of it by Germany. He blinked until tears came, and finally came back into reality.

"Alright, Alright, I'm ok! Get the fuck off me, potato!" Romano yelled, and was released on order. He slowly took in shaky breaths. He hadn't freaked out like that since he found out about Feli's disappearance.

"Shit…" he groaned, taking his head into his hands, leaning onto the table with his elbows. He hated when he froze up like that. It made him look broken.

"If they did put anything in Italy, we can go see" Germany said, watching as Romano finally lifted his head. "He's still asleep, we can probably go look"

"…Alright" Romano finally said, getting up from the table and following Germany to the stairs, until they heard a crash from upstairs, and a cry echo down to them.

"GERMANY!"

"Italia!" both men downstairs raced up the stairs as fast as they could, and slamming the door open. Both man gasped at the scene that unfolded before them.

The entire bed's sheets and pillows were thrown around, ripped and laid out on the floor besides a single white sheet over Italy. His lamp was shattered on the ground, the shade lying near his shattered mirror. Along with the shattered glass and bit of wood was somehow a rock, and a puddle of blood, with a thing line leading to the bed. It ended at Feliciano, who desperately gripped at the sheets. They saw the flutter of something white on his back.

"Italy, what in god's name happened?" Germany asked, rushing to him, he pulled the cover away from Italy with no resistance, and dropped it without a word.

"My god, what happened" Romano chocked out. German let a strangled cry out as he looked at Italy. Italy looked at them both oddly, even with a cut on his face and chest bleeding.

"What?" he asked innocently. He didn't realize at first, though he felt them flutter and his own eyes started to bulge out. They were out in plain view.

Feliciano sat there with his wings spread out around his arms in a protective cup. The soft, white down feathers were spotted with blood, the longest tips as well. He let them flutter once more before he started to choke on words, and tears to cry.

"No! No, no, no, this wasn't supposed to happen!" Italy cried out, his wings expanding to match his elbows sticking out from their curled spot. Both Germany and Romano stepped back, horror, fright, and doubt crossing their faces.

"Please, don't hurt me for this. They did. THEY DID IT!" Italy was in a frantic plea to keep his life. He curled into a ball, letting his wings wrap above him once more in their protective nature. Tears and blood combined n his hands as he sobbed beneath his white cover. He didn't want to look into their faces; he never wanted to. They probably saw him as freakish and an unnatural act of nature. He shook as he peeked out into the room around him. Germany had knelt to the ground in front of him. His eyes whispered so many things; he tried to comprehend all of them. His brother joined him as well.

"Feliciano….they did this to you?" Germany whispered. Italy leaned up, his wings parting for him, and nodded. Romano and Germany exchanged looks and helped Italy to his knees. Germany's fingers brushed over his fingers, and the shivers resounded all over Italy.

"I, I thought you would label me a freak if you knew" Italy said in between sobs. "I know I am though. I will never be normal again and I-"

Germany's lips silenced him properly. As Germany closed his eyes, Italy's eyes hot open, as another fogged scene uncovered itself. He then closed his eyes, and let his mind ride the waves the memory made. The two continued with the kiss, and Romano smiled as they did. He didn't know why, but something felt right with it. Germany slowly pulled away with a breathless sigh. He watched as Italy's eyes fluttered open softly, his smile brightening up the room.

"I remembered things guys"

"Yeah?" Romano asked. Italy slowly wrapped his arms around Germany's neck, letting his wings spread out to full length, the tips touching each opposite wall. He pressed his forehead to Germany's and let out a soft, whimsical laugh.

"I've loved this man my whole life" he said, and planted another kiss on him. Though everyone smiled with the words, Romano smiled the widest, because he caught the hidden hint in his words. His suspicions were right after all if his amnesic brother believed it.

He let the two make out as he came to terms with his brother's mutation, and he found himself liking the wings. Germany found he loved them beyond belief.

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