"Germany! Germany!" Italy shook the German awake and Germany looked around his office. Italy's face screamed worry and Germany scratched his head.
"Ja?" He asked. Italy smiled softly.
"I thought you were dead." Italy said as tears almost feel from his eyes. Germany blinked and took a handkerchief from his pocket. He rubbed the Italian's eyes and smiled to him lightly.
"Now now. Italy calm down. I promise never to leave you." Germany stated softly. Italy nodded and smiled sweetly.
"Germany? Can we go get ice cream?" Italy asked with a smile. Germany sighed.
"This early?" He asked. Italy bounced.
"Si! Si! Please!" He called out. Germany sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"Alright. Ja ja. We can go get some." Germany said. Italy smiled and jumped to his feet.
"YAY! Let's go! Let's go! Please!" Italy smiled and Germany got to his feet. He looked at the Italian. Italy looked so happy. Germany smiled and walked around his desk. Italy took his arm and started to pull him out of the office.
"Slow down Italy." Germany said and the little Italian slowed down.
"Alright." He said and kept walking. Germany gave him a pet on the head and the Italian pushed back into his hand. He was so happy. Germany truly loved the little Italian.
"Italy..." Germany softly said. The small Italian looked up to him and Germany left out a sigh. "Does the name... Holy Roman mean any thing to you?" He asked. Italy stopped and looked at Germany. Hurt was in his eyes but it was masked with confusion.
"No." Italy said. Germany sighed and turned to the Italian. He was happy that no one was in the park today. No one went on Sundays.
"Italy. You must remember him. You remember him right? He was your first love." Germany said. Italy stepped back. He looked close to tears.
"No. I don't know how you are talking about." He cried lightly. Germany crossed his arms.
"Then why are you crying?" He asked. Italy blinked and felt his wet eyes.
"Ah?" He asked and looked away wiping his eyes.
"Italy. I am Holy Roman Empire. You have to remember me." Germany stated. He was a bit harsh and Italy held his head. He started to cry. "Remember me Italy. The times we talked. When we painted. You taught me how to paint a rabbit. Italy. I am Holy Roman Empire." Germany held the Italian's shoulders and Italy looked up to him. He smiled and hugged Germany close.
"Holy Roma!" He cried out and left everything go. "I thought you were dead! I thought you were gone! Every one told me to give up!" Italy cried loudly. Germany smiled and smoothed the poor Italian.
"I'm here Italy. I never left you." He said softly and kissed Italy's head. The Italian smiled up to him.
"Then I want to give you a big dinner! For coming back to me!" Italy smiled and started to pull Germany with him.
"Not pasta again..." Germany sighed.
"Nope! Bruschetta!Crostino!Caprese Salad! Olive Salad! Prosciutto! Salami!Pasta! Pizza! Lasagna! Chicken! Lamb! And much more!" Italy smiled.
"Italy... That might be a bit much." Germany said.
"NOPE! You are a big man! Only the best for Holy Roma! Uh. I mean! Germany!" He smiled. Germany has never been so happy.
