Chapter Eleven
"962 A.D." Germania muttered. "Excuse me?" Germany was bewildered. "What is 962 A.D.? When I met Italy? When I died?" Germania regarded him impatiently. "When Carolingian Empire died."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Also, when you were born."
"My...mother?" Germany had not known he had a mother. Then again, I had no idea Germania was my father, or that I was Holy Roman Empire. Why do I feel like I'm the only one missing all of this? Gott, even Italy has memories of me as Holy Rome! I have nothing, not even a remembrance! "Continue," he said out loud.
Germania had a faraway look in his eyes. "Nothing like Prussia," he decided, "Just like me." Germany had to agree with the observation. Curiously, he was not shocked at the paranormal visit. It was similar to Roman Empire's dropping in at midnight to check on Italy. He supposed Heaven allowed little things like this at times. He noticed that Germania wasn't talking, and looked back up. Germany stared in shock; he could almost see the little hearts popping out of Germania's eyes. "Um...father? Ghost man?...Vatti? Pardon me, but are you well?"
"Sky-streaked eyes," murmured Germania, "and cute cheeks. Like this." Germany almost chuckled, seeing a mirror image of himself, dignified and stern, puffing out his cheeks. "Little hat, tiny black cape..." What does Japan call this? Fangirling, I think. "Perhaps it's still here, Germany?"
"You can search for it later. I need to know more about my childhood." Germania snapped out of his fan-girl state. "Ambitious, stern. You stayed at Austria's for awhile. Where you met Roman Empire's grandson. He is just like Rome, is he not?" Germany could agree to this, due to Rome's visit. "You laughed more. Now you have a long face, all the time." Germany began to protest, then realized Germania was right yet again. "Keep going."
"Your rulers began to lean on Austria to stay ahead of Prussia. You were sent to his house." And, according to my history books, Italy was under Austria while Romano was under Spain, isn't that right? So that is where I met Italy... "I cannot show you your memories. But perhaps you will recall them by and by."
"How did I lose them? My memories." Germania's brow creased slightly. "They...were simply dissolved..." Germany stared at him. Dissolved? "After the war, your ruler decided it was best that you start anew, so broken by the horrors of war you were. He abdicated and became part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire." Germania kneaded his forehead. "You lost your memories on your own." So...amnesia? "What became of me?"
"Prussia took you in." Germany found that a bit ironic. Now he was the one who housed 'ze awesome Prussia'. It was saddening for the former nation, who was once so great. But Prussia would always be Germany's brother, of course. Not to say that he looked up to the albino country, but Germany certainly respected him. And even more so, now, as the truth came out. Who would raise a ragged, torn young nation, ravaged by war, with no memories of past glory or any memories at all? Germany felt grateful to his Bruder.
"I will take my leave." Germany had calmed down. He suddenly felt the pain in his hand, saw the torn skin. Mein Gott, there's a hole in the wall! I'll have to patch that up...and that merger I was working on for the government is ruined because of my crazed writing. I'll have to start it over now. "Danke. You have cleared my mind. Knowing Rome...I hope you aren't too bothered by Roman Empire when you get back to Heaven..."
"Germany." It was the only time he'd called the other nation by his present name. "Be honest. Holy Rome loved Italy, but that does not mean you do not." He faded into thin air. "Danke!" Germany shouted at the disappearing nation. His head had indeed been cleared quite a bit. Germany headed to the kitchen. He guessed that Italy was still in his room, sobbing. Good. Well, not the fact that Italy's crying (that's never good), but I'll have enough time to bring out the Kuchen Fairy. Germany tied on a frilly apron-why do I have a frilly apron? I'll have to get a less Italy-type one; it will certainly ruin my reputation-and started working. After I've finished, I'll be honest with myself, and with Italy.
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Longest chapter so far...R&R? Thanks for the read!