The Past, Through the Present

by Nanachan413

Through a grievous accident, Germany has lost his memories as Holy Roman Empire, including his love for Italy. When these feelings are rediscovered in the present, however, will he recall his precious days with Chibitalia? Rated T for language.

12. Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

"Germany..." Italy sobbed, burying his face in the other nation's clothing. He was back inside the closet, immersed in Germany's smell, which made him cry all the harder. "Holy Ro-o-o-ome...sniff...Germany..." His little stomach was beginning to growl something awful. "...sniff...I want Holy Rome...sniff...and Germany...sniff...and pastaaaaa..." He could get pasta, but not Holy Rome. But if he could get Germany, then he could get Holy Rome, because Germany was Holy Rome...but he didn't love Italy like that, did he? I want Germany, Italy decided. I don't care anymore, if Germany is Holy Rome or not! I like Germany because he is Germany. What did 'Ich liebe dich' mean? Italy decided to look it up. Germany always had a dictionary around somewhere, because he was such a scholar...perhaps on the shelf? Hmm...

In the kitchen, Germany had started humming. He made sure the batter was smooth, and poured it into the cake pan. I do like baking. It calms me down. He didn't notice Japan in the bushes outside, snapping photos left and right. Germany rewrote his merger as the cake sat in the oven. It was well-shaped and fluffy. He tucked it into the refrigerator and kept working on his merger.

Suddenly, the door crashed open. "Ger...sob...many...i-i-i-it's Italy, i-i-i-i-i-i-it's Italy..." Germany looked up in surprise. "Eh?" Italy stood in the doorway, crying his eyes out. "I-i-i-i-it's Italy, I-I-I-I-Itallyyy..." Germany hid his nervousness behind a stern face. "No, uh, it's not, um, your fault...the whole thing is, uh, pretty, well, overwhelming...heh, yeah..." Italy's tears dried up instantly. "Ve~ Germany, I love you!"

"Do-do you mean it?"

"Eh~what are you saying, Germany? Of course I mean it!"

"Well, I..." Germany remembered that he was going to tell Italy his feelings after the cake was finished. It wasn't cool yet and needed to be iced, so he let it go. "Well, why don't you cook us some pasta, and we can discuss this entire mess over dinner." The little Italian wandered around the kitchen while Germany mentally steeled himself for rejection. Because Italy does not love me in that way.

^.^ O.O ^.^ =_= Don't you dare insult my cooking-or my eyebrows!

Yep. Chapter Twelve, everyone. Thanks for reading!