Okay so I told you guys that I was going to do an epilogue or a squeal, so here is pt. 1 of the epilogue. And yes I did just say part 1. It should be two or the chapters long...I think...

"One cannot live unless they have something worth living for. One cannot die without having something to leave behind. And one cannot love without the two above"

~ Unknown

Five years. It had been five whole years since it happened. Since he had regain some memories of a past he had thought lost to him. Five years since he saw those honey eyes or wide grin, even if they hadn't been true. Five years since he had last held him. His bed still felt empty without the Italian in it. The kitchen still felt too clean without the random pasta stains. He knew now that those actions were false, empty. But he also knew, though he didn't know how, that they were just as true as they were fake.

He ran a hand down the cold stone surface, fingers tracing the name. Feliciano Vargas. He could feel the tears gathering in his eyes, but he didn't care. This place was the only place he let himself cry. The only time his walls were let down. It had taken months to get things to a relative state of normality. Many of the nations had threatened Russia with invasions and halting all trade with him and anything they could think of when they found out just what he had done. Even Belarus who hadn't like Italy all that much, refused to talk to Russia, which in turn, surprisingly, scared the larger nation far more than her constant pursue of him. He was now trying to pay restitution and would most likely be paying for many years to come.

Germany let himself smile a little. Russia got what was coming to him, if only a little.

"I'm sorry Feli. I vasn't fasd enough. Or sdrong enough do save you." Germany brushed away his tears and reached beside him. "I broghd dese for you." He laid down a bouquet of lilies, the national flower of Italy. Germany stood up and began to walk away. He visited here when ever he got the chance; the anniversary of Italy's death, his birthday, the anniversary of the Iron pact. Any excuse he could just to be there. His brother, Japan, and the others let him. He saw the glances that they gave him. They pitted him. Felt sorry for him. Hungry and Austria had begun to treat him less like their friend Germany and more like their little brother Holy Rome. It had been odd at first, but now it was a welcome reprieve.

Germany shook his head. He needed to stop this. Stop feeling sorry for himself. Yet, he just couldn't seem to get rid of the feelings that something was off. They were meant to have a happy ending weren't they? Hadn't they suffered through enough? The blond nearly growled and began to walk. He didn't have a destination, just wanted to wander. To clear his head. So he did. He wandered the winding streets of Venice. Stopping every now and again to catch his breath and admire the city around him.

It was like he could see Feliciano in every brick and every face. The very city beat with the same energetic vibe that Feli had. It was why he liked wandering the streets of Venice. It was like having his Italian right there with him.

Germany glanced at his watch. 12:56. It was that late already? The large man sighed. He always lost track of time here. The city seemed to steal it from him, not that he minded. For once. Right now though, he needed to find some place to eat.

The blond looked around. There wasn't a shortage of restaurants. He just needed to pick one. After a moment he had decided and began to walk towards it, but the soft strums of a guitar had him looking in the opposite direction. He didn't know why but the music felt like it was pulling him. He took a step towards the sound but stopped short as a voice accompanied the soft notes.

"Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?"

It couldn't be? Could it?

"How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?
But watching you stand alone,
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow."

It sounded just like him.

"One step closer"

He could feel himself talking that first step. Then another. Hesitantly walking toward the voice.

"I have died every day waiting for you

His steps were faster now. Longer strides. The voice was slowing getting louder.

Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years

He dodged people and chairs, tables and venders. He had to get to the owner of the voice.

I'll love you for a thousand more"

He weaved through the traffic. So many people. It was the height of tourist season, but couldn't they see he was in a hurry?

"Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave"

It sounded so much like Feliciano. It hurt, but it couldn't be him. He was dead. But if there was a chance that it was... Hope burned in Ludwig's chest for the first time in years. His steps grew from a fast walk to an outright sprint.

"I will not let anything take away
What's standing in front of me"

He came up to the corner, barely missing the lamp post and street signs.

"Every breath
Every hour has come to this"

Germany stopped short. His heart beating faster than it had in years. A young man sat on a wooden chair elevated on a small stage outside a cafe. He played the guitar as he sang into a microphone. No wonder he had heard the music from so far way.

One step closer

He did just that. Stepped closer. He had to see this man up close. The man who sounded like his Italian.

"I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more"

His heart clenched with every word. It sounded like it was being sung just for him. To him. He slowly maneuvered around a group of tourists and missed yet another lamp post. Finally, he could see him. No more obstructions.

"And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me"

He couldn't see the young man's face, but he had a mop of auburn hair. His skin was kissed by the sun. Delicate fingers carefully strummed the strings f his instrument. He wasn't very tall from what Germany could see and he was a bit lanky in build.

"I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more"

The man raised his face, amber eyes scanning the crowd. Germany's heart stopped. It was his face. The face he had for so long now only saw in dreams and old photographs.

"Feliciano..."

"One step closer
One step closer"

As if responding to a command, he stepped forward. Inching ever so slowly towards the cafe. The man on the stage smiled brightly as he continued to sing, almost as if he were happy to see Ludwig there.

"I have died every day waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more"

Germany stopped just at the edge of the tables sitting before the stage. The small group of people sitting outside sipping on their drinks and enjoying a peaceful late lunch. He could not stop himself from staring at the man. Amber eyes locked on to his, rooting him to place.

"And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more"

The song ended, but Ludwig couldn't get himself to move. The man said something in rapid Italian, a bright smile on his face. He set the guitar down on the chair an hopped off the stage. He made his way through the tables and people, stopping only when someone called out to him. A quick response and a smile and he was once more heading towards the German.

Ludwig could feel his heart speed up and his hands start to sweat. Was this really his Feliciano? Or was it just a look-a-like? He didn't have time to think as the man stopped right in front of him, a sly smirk gracing his lips.

"Ve~ I thought I'd bee seeing you." Germany nearly melted at the sound of his voice. Italy's voice. His amber eyes seemed to melt into a pool of honey an the light caught them. "Though I didn't expect you to take so long." The man laughed. "Ve~ Ludwig! Aren't you going to say some thing?" that was it. This man had to be Feliciano. He had said his name. It was at that moment that the flood gates seemed to blow apart. The larger man enveloped the smaller in a tight hug. Tears flowing down his cheeks, soaking the other man's shoulder.

"Feli..." It was all he could manage to get out amongst the sobs. The smaller man merely held him. Rubbing his hands across his back and playing with the slicked back blond locks.

"I know. I'm sorry, but it's okay now. I'm back." Germany cried in releif. He had him back. His Italy was back. He didn't care how or why. He was just glad that he had him in his arms again and this time eh wasn't going to let go.

Tehe~ You guys thought I killed him off for good didn't you!? Tehe, like I could do that to poor Germany. Also, I'm sorry about throwing in a song, but it was just too perfect! SO ya. Part 1 of the Epilogue. Hope you guys enjoyed!