thisafhjkjgnhgndfsfuthis means that it is a thought or a dream, enjoy


Italy looked at the blushing German

"d...doitsu..."

Germany didnt look at him he was too embaressed. But to keep up his normal standards and not show emotion, he got up and walked towards the house with Japan and Italy staring at him. Italy slowly go up after he calmed down and walked towards Japan and Japan looked at Italy.

"Italy-kun, what happened? Germany-san never acts like that..."

Italy looked down and blushed deeply and looked away. Later after training, Germany was in his office eating wurst, doing paperwork, and thinking about what had happened. Italy walks in and brings some pasta over.

"Doitsu? i made pasta...you didnt come over for lunch...so i figured i would bring some over..."

Germany just nodded and said nothing to him as he continued the work.

"Doitsu? are you mad at me?"

His head shot up and he looked at the Italian who had sad eyes

"nien, of course not...but...Es tut mir leid*"

Italy tilted his head looking at him, it took him a moment to register the german words.

"no, doitsu dont be...I never said anything about how sesitive my curl is...if anyone should be sorry, its me"

Germany didn't say anything as he looked at him, something was feeling familiar, but what was it? Italy nods and left, leaving Germany alone in his thoughts once again

what is this? A green dress, her name, Italia...the boy was Holy Roma...or as shwester said, Holy Roman Empire...Then there where Christmas decorations...Who is this girl? and why does she feel so familiar to me?

He got up and decides to go to sleep. He had another dream, another memory.

HRE "Italia...Italia!" The girl, who had been sweeping turns and looks at the boy in black "Si?" she replies "Italia...I have to leave for war...Please, wont you reconsider joining the Holy Roman Empire?" she shook her head "No Holy Roma, When Grandpa Rome was strong, he had scars on his back, after a while Grandpa Rome got weak...I dont want to see you go through the same thing...but, i do want you to remember me when you leave, veh~" The boy looks at her "Remember you?" she nods and looks down a moment then up and holds out her pushbroom towards him "Dont forget me Holy Roma, and please come home" "I will Italia, I will come home when this war is over, i promise" She smiles brightly, then the boy in black spoke again "Since you gave me a present, I want to give you one too. Back in your home, how do people give gifts?"

Germany woke up wit ha start, he wondered how the girl replied to that. But the pushbroom...it was familiar. He got up and trudged up to the attic and looked around and found his brother's things and looked arounf then finally he found a small broom and he picked it up and looked at it, it was the same broom. Was this Holy Rome person apart of the family?


Es tut mir leid- i'm sorry

Okay, because of an Italy cosplayer i know and a convention i was recently at, we found a way to say Germany's memories, and i am putting that into play in this story. Germany remembers four things before he officialy remembers Italy being Italia and him being Holy Rome: the green dress, the name Italia, the pushbroom and finally their first kiss. So i am putting that in, along with a few other memories, I hope all of you enjoy this, as much as i enjoy writing it.