This Chapter was fixed, since I seemed to have put a huge portion in Italics at the bottom. I was gonna leave it, but it looked terrible. Don't worry, more stuff coming soon! Working on Coraline right now, how about you read that while I'm working on this? (advertising my own stories, a real low)

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Hey guys, Ayame's back for a little and decided to update her most popular fanfictions first, starting with the number one hit on my list, I WILL NEVER FORGET.

So in this chapter Germany and Italy tries to connect their dreams and figure out what it all means... nothing GREAT is in this chapter, but I think it's kinda cute. Please Read AND review, I want to know if you guys liked this chapter. :3

((Also, I had to do research for Japan and different cities... you'l see that part soon enough xD but if it doesn't make sense to you ask and I'll try to reply if I get the chance.))

It'll take awhile to update again, since now i'm also gonna work on Coraline and Death Note. Love you guys~ :D

Chapter Four: A Dream is a Wish…

Love is supposed to go into the box.

Germany slowly scratched the back of his head as he sat up in his bed. He had another dream, the same dream he always had; different events, but the same people. There was a young maid girl who was being chased around by a young blonde boy in a fancy uniform. He had no idea what it all meant, but ever since he had caught Italy in his closet searching through his memories about two weeks ago, he had had the same dream of the same two people over and over again. Each time, the blonde and the maid were doing something different. They played as if the blonde was obsessed and the maid was scared, but they were just kids who behaved as if they had crushes on each other.

Love is supposed to go into the box.

Germany's hair was a complete mess, his blonde hair was in a tangle on top of his head, and he scratched it delicately, before he slid his legs out of his bed and let them slowly fall down to touch the floor. He continued to sit there, before he stood to his feet and stretched. He wasn't sure what was to become of the day, but like every day since that day…he would figure out ways to tell Italy his feelings.

He went to his closet and got a neat wife-beater tank top, he slid it over his head, and he adjusted his boxers on him before he slipped out of them and threw them onto his bed. He picked out a fresh new white pair, and then slid into them before he slid into a pair of dark blue jeans. He returned to his bed and fixed it up, folding his pajama boxers and placing them under his pillow.

He slowly looked at his half opened door, obviously the doings of Italy. He always told the male to close the door behind him when he left, but he never listened. Germany grumbled under his breath as he wandered into the hallway and into the bathroom where he stood in front of the mirror. He washed his face, scrubbed with soap and rinsed, then he brushed his teeth and started to comb his hair.

"Doitsu~"

Italy sang.

Germany smiled and closed his eyes "Yes, Italy?"

Italy slid into the restroom, smiling at Germany, who opened his eyes to smile back "I finished a painting! It's a portrait of the Axis Powers, you'll love it!"

Germany nodded as he finished his hair, then he smoothed it back slightly, before he turned "Well, let's see it."

Japan turned his head towards the two taller men that stood behind him.

Both tilted their heads to the left.

Japan looked back and did the same.

"My hair isn't like that, is it?" Germany slowly placed a hand on his head and smoothed his hair back, and Italy pouted "I think this is perfect, what do you think Japan."

"I think… it is whatever it is meant to be."

"As always, you don't help."

The three of them sighed together, before they smiled.

Italy watched as Japan and Germany left into the kitchen, and Italy looked down at his own Pajamas. He thought for a moment, about the dream he had about Holy Roman Empire. He was chasing him around, as if trying to catch him. He could clearly remember the blonde boy's words as he chased him…

"I'm right here! Turn around! I'm right here!"

"He's here." Italy touched his chest with his hand, and he closed his eyes. He let out a soft breath, before he opened his eyes slightly and stared at the portrait in front of him. He had painted a portrait of Japan, himself, and Germany. Of course the painting looked a little…bizarre, but art was art to Italy. They all stood proper, Japan in front of Italy and Germany…sure Germany's hair was a little more glistening than he had thought, but art was art. He felt that the painting was great…

"Germany…" Italy said softly.

His heart ached; he had felt this way since the closet. He now wished more than anything that he didn't go into that closet and rummage through Germany's things. It was wrong of him to be nosey, and now he was paying for it in heart ache.

Italy shook his head, then he jumped from his name being called.

"Italy, your breakfast is getting cold!"

It was Germany.

Italy immediately smiled, then he took in a deep breath and turned "Coming!" He blinked for a moment, before he smiled and nodded fast "Okay!"

Plenty seems so familiar…

Germany sat in his chair as he tapped the end of his pen repeatedly onto his desk as he thought. He wondered how things that he never knew were becoming recognizable to him. There were things he KNEW he didn't know, but suddenly he did. Things that dealt with Italy, like most things that had been happening recently…

"Italy cross-dresses?" Germany asked himself.

It had come to him for some reason not too long after breakfast. It was about to hit noon in thirty minutes, and about an hour after they had had their morning meal Italy quickly stood to his feet and blurted out his usual happy words after everything anyone did.

"Thank you very much!"

He bowed his head politely towards Japan and Germany before he span around and ran off. Who knows where, but when Germany was finished with his meal Italy was no where to be found within the house.

He took that time to finish his work, but a random fact appeared in his head that he had no idea where it came from, why it made sense, how he figured it out nor had he the slightest idea why he thought about it…

"Italy cross-dresses…?" Germany asked himself again.

He imagined Italy in his mind in a dress, it looked… normal on the male for some reason. Like he was used to it, but that wasn't right… because he couldn't of been used to it since he had never EVER seen Italy in any type of feminine clothing. Why did it seem so familiar though…?

Germany couldn't focus, after the hours he had spent sitting in his office thinking about how he came to that conclusion, he couldn't do a thing. He slowly stood to his feet and let out a soft sigh as he placed his pen in his writing utensil holder. He had nothing to do now, he would always work fast so that he could get it out of the way, since he had to have it turned in by next week, but he couldn't focus. He needed to see Italy.

Italy was no where to be found.

"He's always wandering around, he could get hurt." Germany said with a low groan under his breath. He watched Japan pass by his office door, but he made no moves. He wasn't looking for Japan, he was looking for Italy.

Japan resurfaced at the doorway again though, making Germany give the shorter male a strange look. Japan made a soft smile "I'm going to visit Tokyo today, I've heard he's grown quite a bit."

Tokyo?

"You're younger brother?" Germany asked. Japan nodded as he stepped into the office, he took a look around before continuing "Yes, it is a family reunion, but I am more excited to see Tokyo than any of my other relatives. Last time I tried to have a decent conversation with Mie, she tried to attack me and caused all my other relatives to start a large battle… I was even surprised that Nagasaki would include himself."

Of course Germany didn't bother with his own relatives, but he made a small nod and a smile. He wasn't sure how many relatives Japan had, but he was a little disappointed that when Japan left he would be in his home alone "Well, have a good time, Japan."

"Yes sir." Japan took a low bow, before he turned back around and walked off once again.

Germany was left alone in his house, and he went to the kitchen where he made himself some Bratwurst, sauerkraut, and poured himself a glass of beer. He ate his meal happily, but when he was finished, it was now three in the afternoon and he still had nothing to do. He wondered if Italy was doing alright, and while he thought about the male and his whereabouts, he also thought about his closet.

Strange things had been happening since that stupid closet was opened and dug into.

"Italy." Germany growled slightly. He knew he cared about the male deeply, but he was also annoyed every now and then from what Italy could do.

His thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing throughout the silent house.

Germany quickly cleaned up his plate and slipped it into the sink before he rushed over to his phone in his office and slowly picked up "Germany."

"Doitsu~! Help~!"

Germany immediately smiled, but made an angry voice "NOW what did you do?"

"Ahhhh~ I'm sorry Germany. I'm really sorry. I went to visit my brother Romano~ and he was hanging out with Spain~ and then America and England came and they're picking on me~ and I kicked America in the-"

"I'll be on my way, where are you?"

"In...the tropics."

"How did you get all the way there?"

"Wahhhhhh~ Don't yell at me I said I was sorry~!"

Germany's smile faded, and he sighed and nodded "Sorry."

Italy went silent, before he made a light giggle. Germany smiled again from the males reaction, and Italy spoke up "Did you miss me~?"

"Of course not, I was too busy with paperwork." The blonde lied.

Italy laughed through the phone "I know, I was just wondering."

The two went silent, before Germany heard other voices on the other end of the phone.

"American's made the wedgie!"

"I don't think so, the wedgie is universal!"

"We'll see who can do it the best~"

"Come here, Italy!"

"WAHHHH~ GERMANY HELP ME!"

Germany heard Italy hang up the phone and he sighed as he hung up his phone as well. He bit his lower lip, before he nodded "I'm here for you."

"I'm right here!"

"Turn around! I'm right here!"

Italy was gasping for air as he crawled away in the beach sand; his mouth full of the dry, warm dust as he whined and continued to crawl away from the bullying team.

America and England had their arms crossed and stood side by side as they watched Italy, smirks on their faces.

Romano and Spain quickly went to Italy and helped him stand to his feet, before the three turned and glared at them. Italy coughed and spat the sand out of his mouth, and Spain yelled "What's the purpose of you two coming over here? England we expected better of you!"

England grunted under his breath and shifted his weight onto one leg, then America spoke up "We can't pass up a chance to pick on little Italy, I mean, he is the easiest to take over…" The two men made small chuckles, then Romano gulped and grabbed his brothers arm "Th-Then why haven't you done it yet-"

"Italy!"

The three innocents looked up to see Germany fall from out of nowhere, and the blonde stood in front of them and glared at America and England.

England coughed "That's why…"

"What are you idiots doing now?" Germany asked coldly. America laughed lightly "We're only playing with theeemm~ I don't know why Italy was freaking out over nothing."

"They shoved sand in my mouth and gave me a wedgie, Doitsu…" Italy quickly rushed up to Germany and whined as he tugged the older mans arm sleeve. Germany placed his thumb on Italy's chin and opened his own mouth to signal for Italy to do the same. Like Italy said, Germany saw the dryness of the shorter males' mouth as well as some of the sand particles. He turned and glared towards America and England "What are you two up to?"

The two men gasped from surprise, before they took two steps back. England shifted his eyes from America to Germany, over and over, before he yelled out "Baka! I knew this wasn't smart! You're such an idiot~!" England turned quickly and ran as fast as he could in sand. America gulped as he watched the male run away, then when he turned he was pulled up from the ground by Germany, who growled.

America let it out "W-We heard from France that he's been obsessing over…. S-someone called Holy Roman Empire! S-So we decided to just talk to him about it but he wouldn't say anything! We tried to f-force it out of him…"

America was slowly let go, and Germany turned his head and looked at Italy. Italy wiped his eyes and his mouth, not paying attention to Germany's suddenly sad look. When Italy looked up, Germany's expression changed into a calm one "Well, that's a stupid reason to bully someone…" He slowly walked up to Italy and wrapped his arm around his shoulders "If Italy likes someone, let him like someone."

Italy made a wide smile and blushed a bit, before he nodded "Thank you, Germany."

When the four of them looked back to America, America was already half way gone before he disappeared into the palm trees.

"Maybe you should take Italy home…" Spain suggested quietly with a small smile. Germany nodded and bowed his head towards the two, before he slowly sighed "Alright, lets go home Italy."

Italy nodded and grasped Germany's hand.

Germany's heart ached. He knew he couldn't give up though, no one but Italy has heard of this Holy Roman Empire guy, right…? Maybe it was just Italy's fantasy…

Italy's Love…?

Germany wasn't exactly sure, he did care deeply for Italy, he knew the male felt the exact same way, but he wasn't sure if he had the courage to express his feelings. It was funny; Germany had the courage to do EVERYTHING except anything that dealt with emotion.

Germany wasn't sure what to do… all that talk about Holy Roman Empire made him feel a little nervous. Who was this person that Italy liked? He liked the male so much he wouldn't even talk about him…. Not even to Germany.

The blonde tried to ask, but Italy said he wanted to be left alone.

Germany now lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. What was he to do now? He knew he couldn't give up, but he was obviously competing with a very nice man.

He slowly closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, his hands folded together on his chest as he breathed. He was starting to wish he was this Holy Roman Empire guy…

"I wish I was…" Germany said softly. He fell into a light sleep, and a small voice in the back of his mind cried out.

"I am the Holy Roman Empire…"

"I'm right here!"

Italy sighed as he hugged his pillow close to his chest. All of his paintings that were on easels in his room were now all over the floor, some turned over and some leaning against walls. He had thrown a tantrum not too long ago, and now he was trying to recover.

He missed him. Lately all he could do to see him was dream.

Italy wished that he would come back. He wondered how long he would have to wait.

Italy closed his eyes and took in deep breaths before he finally went to sleep.

…

Italia was in his bedroom looking at himself in the mirror, the little boy held two dresses, one in each hand, and every now and then he would place one in front of his naked body to look at himself. He wasn't actually naked; he had on bloomers and what looked like a very small tank top.

Blue eyes peeked through the doorway, and when Italia turned his head he squeaked and covered himself with both dresses, soon watching as the blue eyed male ran away, embarrassed.

"She's so beautiful!"

"He's so scary!"

Italy and Germany smiled as they slept.

"He's right here…"