Buon San Valentino

ChibItalia and HRE: Chapter Three

I don't own Hetalia (;-;)

Italy leapt from his seat, out to the hallway, dashing for Mr. Austria's office. When he reached it, it was locked from outside. Holding his breath, he unlocked it, and turned the doorknob. No one. Nothing. Yet… what was he so worried about anyways? Was his anxiety coming back, this soon? After one nice sleep, night, and day, its back?! Now he was angered at himself, not knowing what to do any more.

His thoughts were jumping left and right, scattering his only sanity left. He barely remembered what today was through all this mess in his head. A day special to mainly the country named Italy. The fourteenth of February… He and this unnamed country share this day once, before it turned to the mix of exhausting emotions in his head. Thats when the melt down came. Italy fell to his knees, letting his eyes gush tears.

Just before the country had time to get up, something tapped his shoulder. He turned around to face a figure about his hight, that had shaggy blond hair, with the beam of deep blue eyes below. A black cape hung from his neck, with no wind to make it whip around. Italy gasped at the sight, then blinked a few times. Sadly, it had disappeared.

Italy got up, and ran to his room, leaving a trail of tears behind him. He locked the door was quickly as he slammed it shut, and hid under his bed's covers. Night was only minutes away, so he fell into slumber, with dreams of undesirable memories.

The auburn haired country woke up, but never left his room. As for the older countries, they waited outside his locked door. "W-What happened? Did s-she see him, o-or… What?" Hungary was at a loss, and Austria had no idea either. "Should… should we just tell her?" the female asked the male. He nodded, and they left, waiting for Italy to come out of his room.

It wasn't until noon that Italy came out from his room, with black circles under his amber eyes once again. He walked out to the dinning room like he would every morning. His eyes were focused on his feet, dragging them as he walked. Italy sat down in his chair, and heard gasps from two… wait, three… people. Italy looked straight up, his eyes meeting the boy's he saw the other evening.

"I-Italia…" it said in a hushed tone. Italy recognized this person; Holy Roman Empire… Right? He got up, and headed over to the new addition to the table. Hungary and Austria were smiling like fools, as was the one in the black cape. "… I'v missed you… so so much, Italia…" he mumbled.

"I-I have… too, Holy Rome…" Italy responded with a smile. The boy placed a hand on Holy Rome's, making both of them blush. "B-But…" he left that word hanging for a minute of silence. "Is i-it really you?" Italy asked. holy Rome nodded, and smiled.

The welcomed nation received a hug, and had more to say. "Y-You do remember… what day it was yesterday, yes?" HRE questioned Italy. He thought, but not for long, until his smile widened. Italy nodded, and let Holy Rome go from his hug.

Italy then spoke up. "What… what gift do your people give to their loved ones?" he giggled. HRE blushed, but didn't respond. "H-holy Rome?" Italy was getting worried. The older countries then left, allowing them some personal time together. Just after, Holy Rome leaned over to Italy's ear.

"Same as from your place…" the boy responded. Before Italy could react, Holy Rome's lips met Italy's. Time had frozen over for the two, while the world melted. Italy was right the other day; the world was rotating just for him… make that them. There was peace, finally, in Italy's head. Things could be the way it was before he left, before the world stopped rotating.

HRE broke the kiss, and Italy was blushing like mad, but his colours were nothing compared to the other boy's. Ruby or tomato red was blown out of the water for comparison. And just like times before Holy Rome left, Italy began running away, while the other followed in pursuit. Yet after a minute of running, Holy Rome stopped. Italy kept going, not looking back, not caring if HRE did catch him.

The boy with the black cape turned around, sighing. He left for the meadows, sitting down where he found Italy sleeping the other day. The sun had passed high noon, but still shined clean from the Earth. HRE laid down, and closed his eyes.

With stiffened sobs, Holy Rome talked to thin air, "… How am I to keep t-this up… when I don't… know a-anything more than… what Hungary h-has told me…"