~~POV DEUTSCHLAND~~

I wake up to burning pain in my muscles, I smile against the feeling of my nerves warning me I'm in danger. I know it won't last long. Once my vision clears enough, I realise the pain is coming from Malocchio. His eyes are glazed over with joy, staring at my leg- a large fishhook protruding from it.

"Magst du es?" He giggles joyously.

"Sehr viel." I say, only wincing slightly.

I wonder how he'll take it.

He laughs, "Do you know all of the reasons you're here, the list is quite long."

I lower my head, "No, sir" I say knowing he'll like the formality.

He laughs bitterly, "Let's start at the beginning, Holy Rome."

*flashback*

The sky is blue and cloudless, the grass is green and bright. The flowers bright and sunny, the air warm and light. (Okay I'll stop with the poetry speak now) It was the meadow, our meadow. I was saying goodbye to my sweet Italy, I thought her face was so beautiful. Later I realized how beautiful he truly was, crushing.

"This is where it started, The Napoleonic Wars. You promised you'd come back to me, you died. Your older brother secretly revived you, and over two hundred years later, we meet again."

I swallow remembering, I've loved you ever since the 900's.

My breath catches, Promise me you'll come back Holy Rome.

Of course Italy.

I'll have lots of treats ready for when you do!

As Malo starts to laugh aloud I realise I've been quietly crying.

"You think this hurts you? Just wait."

The time starts to pick up speed before slowing. When it starts to move normally again, I see Feliciano laying on his bed sobbing. Holy Rome, you promised! I loved you! You were supposed to come back!

"I was pathetic, wasn't I? So caught up over such a poor imitation of my grandfather."

Looking back up at the screen, this time it's in first person point of view, from Feli's view. As I begin to yell at the Italian for having such poor military knowledge, I can hear how scared he is of me. I feel the pain and suffering that resurfaces his mind when I yelled.

I yell louder, thinking how poor of an excuse he was for a country.

"Guess what," Malocchio says darkly, "you got your wish."

I calm myself, We have a plan, when we pass it on to Austria we'll get out. Just don't do anything suspicious in the meantime.

I see Italians, dying at the the hands of my military, so many lives. I see Feliciano inspect scars in the mirror, crying out, as he feels each death. I see my boss order me to attack Northern Italy, before they attack us. I see myself visit him, acting as if everything is fine.

Leaving, with tears in my eyes. Morning comes, I collect my men and weapons. We march, slaughtering so many. I see the scars carving themselves into Feliciano's skin. I see his mind break, his innocent self retreating, the same self that presented itself in episode 23.5 coming out. His eyes dead, no longer caring of himself. The pain of knowing the best way you can help your friends is to be their sacrifice.

I see Italy, the broken one, becoming more and more resentful. I watch as his brain melds itself into what it is today. Next thing I know I'm out cold.

Sorry it's been awhile, I just hadn't had much inspiration for this story until I read a sad GerIta fic and here we are. Finals (except for pre-cal) are over and maybe I'll be more into it this summer.