Follow the butterflies heart

by SovyetIvan

A little story about Italy and his memories. Sometimes it can be hard to be Italian and that is why I wrote this little story. Italy lost everything in this one. He doesn't even have a country or anything he is left alone and all have something against him. What would you do if you were him? Lost in memories and all stuff like that? Would you life? or and it all?

4. happy ending

"Heey Italy… Italy wake up" "Is he going to wake up already?" "Ja, I hope so… ehhh it's useless japan…" "No we did what we could... He needs to rest. Let's go home and get some food…"

My eyes opened wide. I went looking around me. I was suddenly lying in a hospital!? "G-Germany?!" I yelled as loud as I could. A nurse went running to me. Her face looked like she was relieved. "good morning sir… How are you feeling? You are in the world hospital." I was where?… I couldn't believe this all! I was all dreaming it?! "V-vee…w...where is Germany?" I asked her but afraid of the answer. "I will give him a call. He was sitting long at your bed. So he would be very happy that you are awake again.

After a few minutes the German went running into my room. He hugged me tight like he cared about me. "I am so happy you are awake! I was so scared that you were never going to wake up! I missed you!" he was holding me. He was holding me tight. So soft… but somewhere so cold. "Germannyyyy! Germany I missed you! Please don't be mad at me I will never do it again! Germany I am sorry for what I did please don't hurt me!" I was afraid he was going to yell at me now. But the German just held me in his arms. "Nothing happened Italy… You fainted suddenly… Really long as well…You have been asleep for 4 months… But I am glad you are back again!" The German smiled happy… I loved that smile… He was so cute then… I missed him so much… Everything was just a dream. And this was the end of it all. "Ti amo Germany… I had such an awful dream"

"Ich liebe dich auch…. Shall I get some food? I will make you whatever you like!" "Vee… siii grasi, I would really love spaghetti with sausages!" the German laughed again. So happy, so gentle, so…like him "Ja I will make it for you" He went off and when he came back, he had a big plate of pasta. The pasta like I used to make it. I was home … Finally I was home and had a happy ending! The German placed the pasta on my lap and when I took a bite

I tasted nothing. Nothing more than sand, salt and dirt.

When I closed my eyes and opened them again... it was dark.. stars above me where showing… I was lying on the beach. I probably fainted, I was hungry. I knew … I that mistake. It couldn't be real… I was losing myself… It was all a dream. Germany never forgiven me. Nobody went looking for me. They all still hate me.

"Heey are you ok?" I looked around me. I am starting to hear voices now as well…. "H-h-hello who are you?" "I am you Italy…"