AN: Hey guys sorry it took so long to update, believe it or not, this is the second time I had to type this up. You see, I had typed it up on my IPod on the notes app and after I typed it up I couldn't update the story because I was in school so I waited till I got home and all my work was gone. All of my notes on my IPod were gone! Any way, to the story, I promise this WILL be the last chapter.


"L-Ludwig, i-it hurts!" Italy cried.

"I know Feli, it's almost in." Germany groaned continuing to push into the small Italian. He stopped when he was all the way in.

"Luddy, please don't stop." Cried Italy.

Germany answered the small man's pleas. He picked up his pace and felt the ring of muscles tighten as Italy climaxed causing Germany to do the same. He pulled out of Italy and lay down next to him pulling Italy closer.

"Thank-you Ludwig, that was really fun." Italy yawned.

"You're velcome sveetheart." Germany said squeezing Italy in a hug.

"Luddy?"

"Ja."

"Ve~ didn't you have something to tell me?"

"O-oh ja, zat." Germany paused trying to figure out how to tell his love. He leaned in close to Italy's ear. "Ever since ze 900s, I have alvays loved you." Then he kissed Italy's cheek. Italy tensed up at what the German had said.

"Germany, where did you hear that?" Italy demanded replacing all love with anger and sadness.

"I don't know, ven I saw you in zat dress I had a flashback of a young girl in a dress und somevun saying zat exact sentence. I guess it vas me who said it." Germany explained.

Italy jumped up from the bed and ran out of the room crying. Germany mentally slapped himself for upsetting his love and chased after Italy.

Germany knocked on the door to Italy's bedroom. "Feliciano? Are you okay?"

"You can't be Holy Rome, he's dead! What kind of sick joke is this Germany, you're so mean!" Italy cried. "Just go away and leave me alone!"

"Germany sighed. "Italy, I just found out myself ze ozer day." This just made Italy cry harder, Germany turned his back to the door. 'I'll just talk to him about it tomorrow.' Germany thought closing his eyes and sliding to the floor, and falling asleep to the sound of his love's cries that soon turned to whimpers.

That night, Germany had a dream that was vividly life-like. He could smell the gun powder as it was prepared for battle. He could hear every sound as if he were reliving it.

"Oh no, don't go! Please, what will I do without you? Don't leave me, NO! Here take this with you, maybe it will make you think of me, then you won't forget about me." A small child cried and held out a push broom.

"Oh a push broom. But why would it remind me of you?" HRE asked and a flashback of the first time he saw the girl or Italy was when he was sweeping with that broom. "Italy. Si, grazie, I would be honored to have your push broom. I-I feel like I should give you something in return. What do, what do people from your home do when they like someone?"

"Um, kiss, I think." Italy replied.

"Kiss, I see. I've liked you for a very long time. It seems ever since the 900s, I have always loved you." HRE said kissing Italy on the lips. They broke the kiss.

"Oh, really?" Italy asked.

"Yes, really I wouldn't lie to you." HRE said confidently.

"Yay! That's happy." Italy cheered tears still in his eyes.

"Well, I'm off. Be careful, when this war finally ends, I promise I'll come see you again." HRE said turning and walking away.

"Okay, I'll miss you, I'll be waiting. I'll make lots of treats for you for when you get back. Don't get sick, and try not to get injured or die violently either, I know we'll see each other again, I know we will, I know it." Italy said waving goodbye.

"No matter how much time may pass, you'll always be my most favorite in the whole world!" HRE yelled back and waving.

The dream ended with Germany being woken up all of a sudden by landing on his back, hard. Italy had opened the door he was leaning on. "Guten morgen Chibitalia." Germany accidentally said. As soon as the words had left his mouth, he corrected himself. "I meant Italy, good morning Italy." But it was too late Italy had already started crying again. Italy jumped over Germany and started to run down the hall. Germany jumped up. "Feliciano, vait." Italy stopped in his tracks letting Germany know he was listening. "At least I kept my promise." Germany stated.

"Wh-what promise?" Italy sniffled.

"I promised that I would come back after the war and I did." Germany explained. Italy looked at him skeptically not wanting to believe the German. Germany sighed. "Vait right her, I'll be right back." Germany went into his room and searched in his closet, after about five minutes of looking he found what he was looking for and walked out of the room with it behind his back. "Maybe zis vill convince you." He held out the object which was the push broom Italy had given him all those years ago.

Italy stared at it as if the dead had come back to life. He grabbed the broom from Germany's hand and looked at the head and there, right where he had carved them, were his initials. He looked up at Germany, who nodded. "It really is you! Ve~" Italy said hugging Germany. "You really did keep your promise! Oh I missed you so much Mr. Hol- Oh I mean Germany." Italy said correcting himself.

"It's okay, you can call me zat if you like, but only at home. Under no circumstances are you to call me by zat name in public." Germany instructed.

"Okay, but why? Ve~" Italy whined. "I want people to know that I have my Holy Roma back."

"Mein bruder told me told me no vun is to know, everyvun sinks ze Holy Roman Empire is dead. If anyvun found out ve'ed have a problem on our hands." Germany explained.

"Oh, okay, does anyone else know?" Italy asked

"Um, I sink it is only us, mein bruder, Austria, und Hungary." Germany told him.

"Okay, I'm just glad you told me. Ve~" Italy said bringing Germany down for a kiss.

"Ja, me too." Germany said accepting the kiss.


AN: Thanks guys for reading this. I love you all so much! No flames on this story THANK GOD! But keep reviewing please. I can't believe I had to type this thing all over again. Anyway don't forget to review! Remember, reviews make smiles, flames make cookies!

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