A/N: I apologize for uploading this so late. Life/work got the best of me. I've actually been stuck on how to edit this chapter. I usually get over those kind of bumps but every time I thought of a new way to edit it, it ruined the flow of the chapter. So I came to the decision to split this chapter up. I'm moving Italy's actual appointment into the next chapter making this one shorter. It's probably for the best since a lot does happen in this chapter and including the appointment might be a bit of an information overload (plus I'm having trouble editing that bit and I'm already super late in uploading this so why not give you guys something now and make my brain explode later?). Enjoy this chapter and hopefully the next chapter update won't take too long like this one.

"Took you long enough!" Romano grumbled as he sped away from Germany's house, fingers tapping on the steering wheel, "What the hell were you two talking about? Wait, don't tell me. The bastard is going to be getting an ear full from the doctor anyway."

"You say that like you're happy he's going to get in trouble." Italy frowned as he buckled up.

"He deserves it." Romano smiled, "He should know better than to make you train when you just got out of the hospital."

"But I asked him to train me!"

"He's the one who set the date last I remember."

"Romano, why don't you like Mi- I mean, Germany? He's really nice."

Romano shook his head, "He went and caused your memory loss. What other reason do I need?"

Italy sighed, "You say that yet you told me that Switzerland-."

"Okay, I admit it. The accident revolves around that guy, but I was the last person you saw before you left to go to that bastard's place. I got you remember that! Ergo, the potato is also involved with your memory loss."

Italy turned his attention out the window with a sigh. Romano had been helping him regain his memories, the only outcome being him remembering he was going over to see Germany. This just made everything confusing considering all Italy knew was that he was at war with someone and then he wanted to go see the German during a time he isn't at war. He only had a vague recollection of Germany, yet felt that they were supposed to be close. Italy felt so distant from the blond and that felt weirder than knowing that there were others he was supposed to know as well.

"Just because he's involved doesn't mean you can blame him for my memory loss." Italy muttered and looked back at his brother, "He really is a nice guy."

"Just because someone is nice to you in your face doesn't mean they're nice." Romano snapped, "He's a back stabber! Just wait until you remember what he did in the past. Makes me sick just thinking about it."

"It couldn't have been that bad if we stayed friends." Italy said, putting a hand to his head, "Besides, if it's in the past then we probably worked everything out."

Romano was going to say something when he noticed his brother wince, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Just a headache." Italy responded, closing his eyes, "Can we just drop this for now? I'm tired."

"Y-Yeah, no problem." Romano looked back at the road, "Just take a nap. It will be a while before we arrive at the doctor's office."

'W-Where am I?' He thought as he looked around. He was in a clearing that was dotted with wild flowers of all sorts. The grass was a luscious green that made it up to his ankles and it swayed peacefully with the breeze. A few trees were in the distance and he could see the leaves dancing with the breeze in time with the grass. The sky was a bright blue and very few clouds were scattered across it. 'This place is beautiful! How did I end up in a pretty place like this?' Then he heard a sudden scream.

'Someone's in trouble!' He ran towards the direction of the scream. He was scared stiff of what he would find. The place was too pretty to be tainted by something horrible. Who would do such a thing? He ran until the sound of laughter broke the dead silence. Skidding to a stop, he saw two children on the ground. One wore a maid's green uniform with a white frilly apron. They had a bandana to keep their hair back but it couldn't contain a single curl that poked out to the left side of their head. 'T-That's me!' He thought with a surprised smile. 'How did I not recognize this place before? This used to be a field in the back of Mr. Austria's house.' The other child he recognized easily. It was hard to forget the gold trimmed black hat and the black cloak that covered the other child. But what had him smiling most was the blue in the other child's eye and the redness on his cheeks.

"I-Italy, I-I'm sorry." the other child stepped away and looked down at the ground, "I-I didn't mean-"

The younger Italy laughed, "It's okay Holy Rome. You just startled me. I wasn't expecting to find you out here."

"W-Well we were playing hide-and-go-seek." Holy Rome muttered as he shyly offered his hand.

"Si." Italy smiled and took hold of the empire's hand and was lifted to his feet, "You're a really good hider Holy Rome."

"T-Thank you." the redness on Holy Rome's cheeks spread across his face, "Um…what should we do now?"

Italy put a finger to his chin thoughtfully before breaking into a huge grin, "How about tag?" he reached out and tagged the empire's shoulder, "Your it!"

"W-What?" Holy Rome blushed as Italy ran away. He seemed a bit confused.

"Come on Holy Rome!" Italy laughed, "Chase me!"

The empire put on a look of determination before going after the younger Italy. Both children ran past him and he smiled before running after them. It was nice to see Holy Rome laughing and smiling. He missed his rare smile so much…and those blue eyes that he always felt that he could swim in when he was younger. Suddenly the scenery changed. He was on a dirt road and he was running between trees. It looked like he was running in a forest preserve or possibly a park. He felt warm and out of breath. He slowed down and put his hands on his knees, panting. Why was he running again?

"Italy!" a serious voice shouted, "You're not supposed to slack off during training."

He turned and saw Germany stopping just behind him. The German man frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. He was wearing a black top and he had his army pants and combat boots on. With his slicked back hair, he was very intimidating; especially since he didn't look the least bit worn out. He found himself trying to stand straighter around Germany and looked up at the taller man.

"B-But Germany, we have been training for an hour now! Why is it we have to train for several hours at a time?"

"Italy, we are at war! We need to keep ourselves in top physical shape if we are to win. Now no more slacking! We need to run five more laps before we can have lunch."

"Eh?!"

He was appalled by how diligent the German was. 'He is very strict…' He thought as he felt his shoulders slump. 'We do this sort of thing every day. Can't we have one day off and have fun?'

"Come on. Start running now!" Germany gave him a small push to get him moving, "The quicker we finish our laps, the quicker you can have your lunch."

Fun. The word bounced around in his head and he smiled as he jogged forward. He turned his head and smiled at the German, "Hey, hey, Germany?"

"What is it?"

"Is there a lake we can swim in?"

"No. You aren't getting out of training."

"Aw, but Germany!" he slowed down, forcing the German to stop and look at his pouting face, "If we can swim, we'd still be training. Swimming is a known exercise and I'll be less likely to get hurt. Water is known to make a sort of barrier around the body so you don't have to worry about anything other than a few scrapes on me! Please Germany? Running is tiring and it hasn't gotten me anywhere except for retreating from England and all those other scary nations."

Germany frowned and shook his head with a sigh before jogging forward. He stood still for a moment before sighing and groggily ran after Germany. He couldn't convince him to do anything can he? He was seriously tired of all this running. 'How does he keep running like this for hours on end?' He thought as he looked at the back of the German in front of him before looking down at the dirt road. 'It makes no sense!'

"There is a lake a few more miles from here." Germany said out loud making his head snap up. The German had slowed enough so they were running side by side. A thoughtful look was on his face and his blue eyes had softened up a bit. "We can go there and swim for the rest of the training period."

"Yay!" he jumped up and hugged the German, "Thank you Germany! You truly are the best."

"Yeah, yeah." he returned the hug and they ran in silence for a moment.

"Hey, hey, Germany?"

"Yes, Italy?"

"Can we race there? I bet I can beat you!"

The German looked down at him and a faint smile appeared on his face, "Really now? Okay then. The lake is straight off from here. Let's see who can make it there first."

He smiled and dashed forward without warning, leaving Germany behind. He was sure that he left the blond way behind him despite being tired.

"You'll have to move faster than that Germany!" he called out, looking behind him to see how far back the other was.

"You're losing speed Italy!" Germany's voice was right next to him, causing him to scream. Even with boots on, Germany was moving at a fast pace with a confident smile. "You better move faster if you want to win."

"I will beat you Germany!" he pushed himself to gain a lead and laughed, "Even if it's the last thing I-"

His foot caught on something and he fell face first and slid on the ground. He groaned and looked up to see a whole new scene. There were people in different uniforms shooting each other through the smoke filled air. He realized he could almost barely see his surroundings and he moved to a sitting position, his heart beating wildly in his chest. How did he get in this situation again? He tried to get to his feet, but when he put pressure on his right foot, pain shot through his ankle. He cried out before biting down on his lower lip. Tears welled in his eyes as he looked around to see if anyone could help him. Someone noticed and charged at him with a murderous look.

"Wah!" he shouted, fumbling with his gun strapped to his back before it slipped from his hands.

The soldier took the opportunity to raise his gun and smash it down on him, shouting in a garbled voice. He wasn't sure why his enemy wasn't shooting him down, but either way he begged for mercy in hopes it would make the soldier stop. The attack persisted and all he could do was use his arms to defect the weapon being swung upon him. The solider found an opening and easily smacked him in the head, knocking him onto his back. He became disoriented and the soldier started to kick him while he was down. It became much harder to protect himself and he blindly felt around the ground for something to use to defend himself.

The moment his hand touched something, he grabbed hold of it and swung it toward his attacker. The soldier was hit and his attacks ceased long enough for him to sit up. He was just barely able to use his new weapon as a kind of shield against the other's gun. The both of them struggled to overpower each other until the soldier grew limp and fell toward him. He wasn't expecting the extra weight and the soldier's body fell on top of him, crushing his injured ankle. He yelped and tried to get the heavy body off of him, but his arms were shaking too much to do much good.

"Italy!" Germany appeared right next to him and pulled the dead man off, "Italy? Italy, look at me!" The German forced him to look up into his eyes. Germany looked so concerned and all he could do was cry and cling to him. It felt like it had been hours since he saw a friendly face, "It's alright. Are you okay? You're not hurt?"

"M-My ankle!" He sobbed.

Germany examined his ankle and his worried face became grim, "Damnit, you broke it Italy. I told you not to push yourself after the last time you sprained it."

"Sorry s-sir." He whimpered and looked down at the ground ashamed, "I j-just wanted t-to help."

Germany's eyes softened and he pulled him closer to pick him up, "Let's get you out of here."

Once he was secure in the German's arms, the blond ran through the battlefield. Germany was focused on the road ahead, his blue eyes determined to get the one in his arms to safety. 'What did I do to deserve such kindness?' He thought as he stared into the other's blue eyes. 'I can't do anything without needing Germany's help can I?'

He had become so focused on looking into the German's eyes, he didn't see his surroundings become darker. He noticed last minute when he heard voices calling out. He couldn't understand the other voices and tried to look around to see if he could find the source through the darkness. It was then he realized he couldn't move. He began to panic and stared up into Germany's eyes. Those blue eyes that had looked determined just before looked misty and worried.

"Germany, what's wrong?" he asked with no response from the blonde who was kneeling beside him. Unsure of the reason behind him being on the ground, he continued his questions. "Germany? Can you hear me?" The German didn't respond. He only seemed to grow more worried and frowned even more. "Please… Germany, is everything okay? Did something happen? Why aren't you answering me?" Germany's continued silence only made him panic more. "Please tell me you can at least hear me!"

Germany only nodded and he sighed as he closed his eyes. He felt relief before a weird tingling feeling spread through his body. He opened his eyes to a place that was much too bright for his eyes to handle and squinted his eyes. He was in Germany's arms again, though he wasn't meeting his eye. There wasn't much he could tell other than the previous voices were gone. He heard his name called and gasped when the tingling sensation became more apparent in his hand. He was able to move his head to the source and saw his brother. It was a pleasant change to see Romano, but the moment he saw the worry in those hazel eyes he began to think that something was truly wrong.

It didn't help that Romano put on a shaky smile and he realized last minute that his brother was talking to him. The eldest Italian's mouth open and closed, but no sound reached his ears. It was too much for him to comprehend. Why did Germany and Romano look so worried? Why couldn't he hear his brother's voice? What was this weird tingle that he felt running through his body? He was becoming more scared with each passing moment.

"Romano… I-I don't understand." He tried to interrupt, but Romano continued on with his smile breaking in its shaky state. "Please Romano! I can't hear you. I don't understand."

"Veneziano, you need to wake up!" Romano's voice finally came through, but it looked like the words didn't go with what he was saying.

What's going on?

"Veneziano!" Romano shook his brother roughly, but the younger Italian continued to mumble incoherently with a distressed look. What the hell is he dreaming about? He thought as he shook his brother harder, "Veneziano, you need to wake up!"

Italy jolted from his sleep and shouted, "I don't understand! Please, I don't-" He stopped once he took in his surroundings and took in several deep breathes.

"Are you okay?"

"I…I don't know." Italy put a hand to his head as tears came to his eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Italy shook his head, closing his eyes as he ran his hand down his face. He could feel his heart beating against his ribcage and it sounded so loud in his ears. Romano placed a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder, earning him a shaken sigh from the other.

"Did you remember something?" Romano asked, hiding any sign of hope in his voice. He didn't want to sound too eager, especially if his brother remembered something bad.

"I…don't know. Did I ever break my ankle after recovering from it being sprained during a war?"

Romano tapped his chin as he thought. "It's possible. You've had your fair share of injuries as much as any other Nation during a war. Nobody goes through one unscathed."

Italy nodded, growing quiet once again. Romano noted that his brother looked calmer and as the youngest Italian rubbed his eyes, he thought on how to proceed.

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it? We're at the doctor's and it might help calm your nerves before we go in."

Italy was silent for a moment before shaking his head once again. He did have questions, but considering that a lot of them concerned Germany and with how Romano acted towards the topic before he fell asleep, he decided to not take the offer. He might just get emotional and break a window…or just hurt his hand really bad. Italy barely had enough strength to do one push up so he doubted he could break a window in his current condition.

Romano nodded and the two of them got out of the car to head into the doctor's office.