/= "Fireflies" by Owl City =/
Italy was in a meadow this time, surrounded by fireflies. They reached up high into the midnight sky, being the only source of light. He found himself wearing his usual military garb, but this time he was not wearing any shoes like the last dream. Still, the area looked beautiful…like it wasn't battered by war.
The fireflies started to move, startling him, and saw as a figure emerged from the lights. It was Germany, wearing his usual military attire with no slashes and no blood on his chest. He was smiling, the same smile that he gave him the last time, and it scared him. Italy quickly ran into his arms, feeling the same warmth that was there, and noticing that his arms were doing the same thing.
Hopefully, he didn't feel his heart flopping around in his chest like a sugar-crazed America after a Halo game.
Fortunately, Germany made no remark on it. He caressed his head and tucked his hair behind his ear, making his heart pound even harder. Suddenly, he heard something beat in his ear. Germany's heart was beating just as fast as he was, and this time he wasn't scared of showing it to him. Italy looked up and saw the German's smile becoming softer, completely unlike him.
The fireflies were spinning around them at this point, and the two of them started dancing. He had no idea why he was doing it, but he was so happy about it. He was with Germany, and he has never been happier in his entire life. As they were spinning around, he could've sworn that he saw Holy Rome in Germany's eyes. Their smiles seem to be the same…
They both collapsed onto the grass, watching the fireflies dance above them and laughing the entire time. Italy couldn't remember the last time he was with someone and had this much fun with no dialogue at all. As he turned to the German, he felt his hair being tucked behind his ear again. The dancing heartbeat was getting even worse, but at the same time it was getting better. He didn't want it any other way…
Hours seemed to pass by before he saw Germany sitting up and stare at him with that same smile again, making Italy giggle in response. He sat up next to the German and watched as he stood up and headed toward the fireflies, then turned around and beckoned Italy to join him. The Italian quickly skipped over to him before feeling the German's arms wrap around his waist. He felt like such a girl in his hold…and he liked it.
"…thank you…Italia…"
"I-Italia? B-but the only person who called me that was-"
Germany slowly let go of his hold and backed away from him, the fireflies coming between them again. Italy started running after him, screaming his name and reaching toward the German's hand as he smiled and reached out as well. In a split second, he could've sworn that he saw Holy Rome's hand as well…
His hand caught one lone firefly as the others vanished into the night sky, taking with them what was left of Germany. Italy looked in his hand and saw that the firefly had transformed itself into a crumpled rose petal.
/=+=/
Italy's eyes flickered open, revealing that he was going to have another sleepless night yet again. He turned his head into his pillow and silently began to cry.
/=+=/
The sleepless nights were yet to take their toll on him, so he was still openly eating his pasta during the meeting where Romania and Hungary started their arguments and somehow decided that they were going to argue over who was louder in an argument, them or France and England.
"Tch…this is getting stupid."
Italy turned his head and saw Germany sitting next to him, folding his arms and wondering when would be the perfect time to jump in and scare everyone. Instantly, he felt his heart flop around all the same. Italy turned back to his pasta, and somehow two of the noodles were forming a heart. He blushed.
"Hm? Is something wrong, Italy?"
"Eh? Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about something!" He laughed, eating the heart. "But I forgot what it was!"
"…typical." Germany shook his head. "Speaking of which…"
"Ve~?"
"Italy, are you-"
"GANG WAY! ENGLAND'S LOST IT!"
They looked up and saw that England had stripped into his Britannia Angel robes and was not proceeding to cast whatever he wanted on people. A few of them turned into tomatoes (much to Spain's delight) before he turned toward Germany. From Italy's perspective, the light was consuming the figure…almost as if it was going to take him away…
He didn't think. He ran forward and pushed him away, shocked that he was only feeling air. The spell smashed into Italy's stomach and he was sent flying in the air, crashing into the wall with a sound that made the whole room freeze. They turned and saw the crater left behind as Italy coughed up blood and collapsed onto the ground, making Germany scream and run to his side. Italy could barely look up and smile.
"Ve…thank god…it didn't take you away…"
"Italy?"
He passed out in his arms, leaving the whole room in a strange silence. After a few minutes, Philia climbed onto one of the desks and pointed at Britannia Angel.
"THAT'S IT! Britannia Angel, prepare for the ASIAN INVASION!"
"What the bloody-?"
Philia pulled out a poleaxe out of nowhere and proceeded to beat his head over with it, quickly accompanied with Romano and Spain. The whole time, Germany lifted up Italy's body and proceeded to head into someplace safe…somewhere that didn't threaten his safety any more than it already is.
/=+=/
Yeah…I have got to stop being so evil.
