A/N:

Yay! Reviews! I love you all! *happy dance*

I'm kind of putting this on the backburner because I really want to finish Adorable or Deadly before summer break as that has been going on for longer. This might even span into to a full-fledged STORY with PLOT before I finish, so it'll take a little longer, and you'll just have to stay with me and modivate me with reviews *hinthint* :P

Now I suppose you want an actual chapter here, so I'll comply...

Germany was at his wits end. the streamers were up and stunning, the great room was clean and ready for use, there was enough beer for five parties, and the rooms were all filled to the brim. Everything was ready, everything was clean, everything was settled. That is, until you reached the kitchen. Germany didn't even attempt entry, not that he would have known how to navigate past the plates and bowls and pots and pans of pasta, pasta and more pasta. Sauce splattered every flat surface and then some, the dish cabinets were all almost empty, and in the middle of this perfect pasta storm was Feli.

He was the most frazzled Ludwig had ever seen him. Moving at lightening speed, he made the pasta, filled pots with water and then added pasta after it boiled and then put it through the colander when it was cooked and then dumped it in a bowl, over and over and over again. Occasionally, he would shift around plates, trying to clear some sort of path.

He was torn between two of the most significant times - and men - in his life. He had to make pasta for when Holy Rome got back, but he had to clean everything up before Germany got mad at him. It was a whirlwind of confusion in Italy's mind, and he ignored it all, robotically making his pasta. Cleaning and pasta, pasta then cleaning.

Sometimes Ludwig would show up in the doorway, and sometimes it was Holy Rome. Sometimes he would just break down and cry, burning a batch of pasta. He hid those on the bottom of the piles.

Finally, at the end of the day, he abruptly turned off the stove in the middle of cooking a batch of pasta, uncharacteristically solomn as he zombie-walked to his room with bags under his eyes and his head bowed in defeat. His eyes were empty and broken, with no more tears left to spill. Ludwig died a little inside, as Italy passed him, going to a guest room and not the room they usually share.

Feli shed his sauce-splattered, water-splashed, flour-covered clothes down to his underwear, and climbed into bed, too drained to put on his nightclothes.

Suddenly, the door opened a bit, allowing Germany to come in. He wordlessly climbed into the bed, arranging himself so that he was cuddling his boyfriend, holding him safely in his arms. It was the only way he knew how to help.

The next day, Germany decided he needed to do something. He needed to find out what all that stuff in the storage room was. Feli had finally stopped cooking pasta, but Germany almost wished he hadn't stopped, because instead of making the pasta, he was sitting in it, devoid of emotion and empty of tears. He was perched on top of the hill of food, looking out into the empty space before him as if waiting for something he knew in his heart would never come.

Frustrated, Ludwig grabbed the phone and stompped across the room to sit on his bed. He landed heavily on the matress as he dialed.

"Hello, The Awesome Gilbert speaking!" Ludwig's insufferable older brother answered the phone in his usual self-centered way.

"Gilbert. Something is wrong with Feliciano" Ludwig explained solomnly.

"No!" To his credit, the Prussian actually seemed concerned. "What's wrong with that cute little Italian now? Did he get captured again? And you need the awesome me to get him out? No prob-!"

"Shut UP!" Ludwig was never the most patient, especially with his brother. "If it was capturing, I could deal with it myself!"

"Yeah, like you delt with-"

"I WILL SHOOT YOU IN ZE HEAD!" Germany tried collecting himself before resuming the conversation. "I was cleaning out one of my older storage rooms, when I found some things I couldn't remember. At first, it was only a tiny sword, cape, and hat, but then I found a push broom, but when Feli saw it, he broke down crying!"

"Oh! That's the stuff you came with." Prussia replied casually.

"Came with?" Confused and more than a little frustrated, Germany tried to get his brother to elaborate.

"Yeah." Gilbert replied. "I found you in a tent, all beat up and covered with battle wounds with serious amnesia. You had only a few things in the tent with you and it sounds like you finally found them again!"

"But how would Italy recognize them and not me?" Germany asked, confused. He was disturbed that Gilbert had never before informed him of his beginnings.

"I don't know, Bruder." Prussia shrugged, unseen by his brother. "Maybe he knew you in another life." Gil laughed obnoxiously and hung up abbruptly, muttering something about a Canadian arriving.

'Hmmm' Germany thought 'Another life... maybe.'

Okay, so this has been sitting in my Doc Manager for WAAAAY too long! Here;s your (very short) long overdue chapter. Sorry it's not more (or better quality) but I have the WORST writer's block with this thing, and it won't go away! It's not helping that any time I try to write this one I lose all my work cuz my computer spazzes out on me! Either way, it may be a while for this one, so I figured I would at least be able to get you what I have with this chapter...