"Italy?! You're..." I began
"You're not dead!" Yes, ladies and gentlemen, America, the king of subtlety.

(Italy's P.O.V)

I felt myself drifting from where I was standing. "Holy Rome!" I called out for his help again and again but he either didn't hear me or he was trying to not help. I think it's the first one, he wouldn't do anything like that to me, we're friends. I called again, "Holy Rome! Help!" A sudden flash of bright, blinding light came when I opened my eyes. Once the light had gone i saw someone I hadn't seen in a while. "Germany?" He turned to me when I said his name with a look that changed from sad to surprised in an instant and he let out a cry for someone. I was confused why he would react like that, oh well, I can just ask why. After I heard some pounding feet I saw Japan standing at Germany's side with America beside him.
"Japan, is that you too?" I ask, maybe he'll have a nicer reaction.
"Italy?! You're..." Wow, what is it? I haven't been gone or anything, was I?
I can always trust America to tell me why everyone is freaking out. "You're not dead!" What? Dead? What is America talking about?
"What?" I recognized Prussia's voice coming closer as he spoke. "What are you talking about? What is this about Italy?" He skidded to a halt and just barely kept himself from crashing into his brother. He looked at me and I did my nicest hello smile.
"Hi Prussia!" That's weird, Prussia had the same reaction as Germany and Japan. A mix between shock and happiness.
"Whoa! How did this happen? This is so awesome!" Prussia then tackled me with a hug. I guess I'm wrong, it was not like how Germany reacted. Germany was still standing there with shock/happy face on and he didn't move until the other nations came and joined us. Is Germany even happy about his? I hope so.

(Germany's P.O.V)

Mein gott, Italy... Italy's okay. He's safe, alive, not dead, here. I'm so happy! ITALY! That's what I've been thinking of since Italy woke up, how is it even possible?
"Germany? Are you okay?" I shake my head and turn to see France with his hand on my shoulder with a happy look on his face. Of course I'm okay, I'm great! Italy is alive and all fine! Just then I realized I'd said that in my head so I decided to say it in a different way.
"Ja, I'm fine." God, why did I say it like that? Oh well. "I mean, ja, I'm really happy to see Italy alive and fine." There we go, that's a good thing to say. I can't tell the truth, the other countries would judge me.
I saw Italy's face light up as I said that. "I'm glad you're happy Germany! It makes me happy! I have many questions, but to start... where's fratello?" Oh, right, yes Romano.
Before I could respond that idiot America spoke. "Well, he needs your help. He's stuck in another time loop with Spain and we should go get them." Ugh, sometimes I wish America wasn't here. But of course, I don't want any of us to be here... especially me.
"What? We need to save them! Let's go!" Italy started to get up out of his bed. He grabbed his journal from where it sat on the bedside table. I need to say something, I can't just be quiet and emotionless. I need to help.
"Italy," I said calmly "you need to rest, we can wait an hour or so before leaving." Yes, that makes sense.
"How long have they been in the other time loop?" Italy asked with a sad glint to his eyes.
"Um, as long as you were gone, maybe longer."
"And how long is that?" Did Italy not know he died and how long ago it was?
England spoke up then. "About four or five days." Shock took over my Italian friend's face.
"What? That's too long! We can't wait anymore, let's go get them. My fratello needs me!" Italy then took my hand, looked to the other nations around him and asked them if any of them wanted to come too. Everyone denied so he nodded and tightened his grip on my hand. "Take me to my brother!" Then there was a bright light and we were no longer in the same room as we were.