It was all because he was worried about Germany. That day, Germany didn't even look at Italy unless he really had to. Italy felt terrible about asking. How could he not be worried about Germany? Germany was hiding something. "I hope he comes out tonight." Italy smiled to himself as he sat up. "Why would he not? He can't possibly be mad at me."
"I'm not mad." Germany responded as he walked closer to Italy. Italy jumped to his feet and tackled Germany.
"Ve~! Ti amo, Doitsu!" Italy squealed. Germany was disgusted; he didn't push Italy away. Why not let him be for now? Italy let him go and looked up into his shady eyes. Germany sat cross-legged on the ground. Italy put his head on Germany's shoulder. Germany said nothing. He had to ask something very important.
"Italy, have you ever had dreams about people you don't know, but they look so familiar?" Germany asked hesitantly. He tried not to sound like an idiot. Italy looked up at him.
"No, I only have dreams about people I know." Italy responded, giving Germany a look of confusion. Germany nodded and pushed Italy's head off of his shoulder.
"Germany, is there something wrong? You've been acting very strange." Germany gazed at the sky.
"Just having some nightmares. Everything else is perfectly fine." Italy didn't believe him. It was more than a few nightmares. They were bothering him for some unknown reason. Italy followed Germany's gaze to the night sky.
Germany sat at his desk, writing on a few papers. Italy burst through the door. "Doitsu~! Why is there so much junk in your storage closet?" Italy cried out in his high voice. Germany didn't look at him.
"There's nothing more than old memories and stuff I used to use." Germany replied, as he continued to work on his papers.
"Can I look through your stuff?" Italy asked. Germany sighed and glared at him.
"Fine, just don't touc-" Italy ran off before he could finish. Germany's head dropped. He leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Arschloch…"
Italy pranced through the hall to the storage room. He threw the doors open and stepped in. He flipped the switch, turning on the dim light in the center of the ceiling. The room was six feet long and ten feet wide. Boxes were pushed against the wall, filling up from the floor to the roof. Some boxes and other items were scattered across the remaining floor space. Italy reached up and grabbed one of the top boxes.
He carefully set down the ancient-looking box. He kneeled next to it and pulled the top flaps open, causing the dust to fly into the air. He began to pull out the contents. Pictures of Germany and others appeared in small piles. The box was filled to the brim with copius amounts of photographs.
After getting through the first stack of boxes, Italy grabbed the top box a few stacks over. This one was surprisingly light. Italy set it down and opened the tan flaps. He stopped moving. He nearly stopped breathing his. His eyes were as wide as they could possibly be. "V-Veee~?" Italy whispered. He grabbed the two objects that were in the box.
TEHE! Suspense! What did Italy find? Guess you'll have to wait and see ;D (Sorry about the longer wait for this chapter than the others!)