Still don't own Hetalia...Do I really have to say this?...Oh well...
Chapter Three: Was It My Imagination?
Italy froze and looked up at Germany. "A-A dream? B-but that's impossible! I know it was not a dream! It was too real!"
Germany sighed, "Dreams are like that Italy they seem real. But that's because it's all in your head, it's just your imagination." He placed his hand on Italy's shoulder.
Italy looked at Germany in complete shock. "My imagination? W-why would I want to imagine everyone dying! Our friends, families, everyone dying! How can you say that?" He said angrily.
"Calm down, I don't know why but it did. Listen to me, Italy, it was just a dream." Germany said looking into Italy's eyes. Italy paused when Germany looked into his eyes. They seemed a little….different from what they usually were. But he shook it off thinking he was still a little confused from waking up in a completely different place from before.
"Alright, b-but that doesn't explain why…" He started to say but Germany stopped him.
"It's nothing, okay? It was just a bad dream, nothing else." He said rubbing Italy's cheek gently. Italy nodded and hugged Germany. He was surprised when Germany didn't protest and hugged him back tightly. They stood there for a few minutes before pulling away.
"Italy you should lay down you still look a little tired." Germany said leading Italy back to the bed in and made him sit down. He then pulled the chair from the desk over and sat next to the bed. He picked up the bowl of water and cloth he brought into the room. He then dipped the cloth into the bowl and started to wipe Italy's face gently. Italy noticed as Germany wiped his face, blood was coming off onto the cloth and the water in the small bowl started to turn dark red.
"G-Germany what are you doing?" He asked calmly.
"Cleaning your face, why?" He said dipping the cloth into the bowl again.
"W-what are you wiping off? I-Is that…blood?" Italy asked slowly. Germany stopped and looked strangely at Italy.
"Blood...? Oh your dream. No it's pasta sauce, don't you remember? You spilled on yourself. You ran off crying about it." He said. Italy highly doubt that he ate any pasta in the last few hours (or days), but he decided to stay quiet and let Germany continue to wipe the blood/pasta sauce off his face.
"There, all gone. Feeling better now?" Germany asked setting down the bowl and cloth. Italy's face and neck were now clean. Germany then got up, walked to the dresser in the room and started opening various drawers and pulling out clean clothes. Italy noticed that he was pulling out a clean set of his uniform.
Germany walked back over to him and handed him the pile of clothes. "Here change into this and put the dirty ones into the hamper, I'll get started on washing them later." He walked out of the room and shut the door. Italy stood there for a few seconds and looked in the mirror again, he could see the blood/ pasta sauce all over his current uniform. He slowly started to do what Germany said, he changed into the clean clothing and put the dirty ones into a hamper he didn't notice was there before.
When he was changing he set down the red diary and once he was done he noticed it again and decided to pick it up again. He flipped through it and stopped on the page that his name was written on. 'It's here still, I should be able to go back in time still…right?' He closed the diary and with it in hand, he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He came into a hallway and walked through it until he came into a large living room, the room had large windows that looked out into a field of flowers.
'Flowers? Since when does Germany's house have a field of flowers nearby?' He thought as he stared out the window.
"Good you changed, are you hungry Italy?" Italy jumped a little and turned around to see Germany standing in the entrance to the kitchen.
"N-no I'm not hungry…Germany since when did you live near a field of flowers?" Italy said looking out the large window again in confusion.
"F-Flowers? Oh, ah… P-Prussia planted them as a prank. I haven't gotten the time to remove them yet." Germany said quickly, laughing nervously. Italy thought that he was acting very strange when he mentioned the flowers. Italy turned back to Germany to see him walk up to him, and attempt to drag him towards the kitchen.
"Forget about the flowers, let's eat something." Germany said pushing Italy gently towards the kitchen.
"B-but Germany, I'm not hungry and…" Italy turned back to the window to see Japan walking amongst the flowers. He didn't notice Japan there before. "Hey Germany! Look, it's Japan! Let's go talk to him." Italy said pulling himself from Germany's grasp.
"N-Nein, Italy let's eat first. Let's make some pasta." Germany said trying not to sound like he was pleading for Italy to stay.
"We can eat later Germany, let's go talk to Japan!" Italy said running for the front door leaving the house.
"Scheiße." Germany muttered as he followed Italy out the door, trying to hide the scowl on his face. He followed Italy outside and shut the door as he tried to keep his expression neutral.
Italy was running after Japan who seemed to be getting farther away the closer he got. "Japan! Wait!" He called out waving at his back. He was delighted to see Japan stop and turn around to face him.
Just as he was a few feet away from Japan, he slowly started to dissolve into nothing, and finally disappeared. Italy stopped and started at the place where Japan was standing in complete shock.
"Italy, you run too fast." Germany came up behind Italy, and stopped. "Italy?" He asked.
"Germany….Japan just disappeared!" Italy said turning to look at him fear written all over his face. Germany blinked and asked him if he was being serious. When Italy started to defend himself Germany hid a small smile from Italy as he suggested that they look for Prussia to see if he would be able to help find Japan.
*Evil smile* And this is where everything goes downhill and it doesn't get any better...Leave a review