Two more, two more, two more~!

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Seeing Austria cry, oddly enough, was really weird. But since it was homage to the fact that it was in part of telling him the truth, Germany let it slide. From the corner of his eye, he could see Austria and Hungary talking about it with each other before confirming that they both knew all about it.

That settles everything…I only have to tell Italy now…

He looked around.

Come to think of it…where's Romano?

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"Oi, fratello! Where are you?"

"Eh? R-Romano? What are you doing here?"

"Spain dragged me over here, the freakin' bastard…no one's telling me what the hell is going on!"

"Oh, Romano…you don't have to know anything. It's…not a big deal."

"If it's not a big deal, tell me anyway god dammit!"

"…OK…you see the tombstone here?"

"Yeah?"

"…that was my first love. A long time ago…back when we were colonies."

"…what, some human chick you couldn't hook up with?"

"No, he wasn't human-"

"Wait, it's a dude?"

"Romano-"

"Fratello, whoever this guy is, move on already! It's been god knows how long! That dude's probably reincarnated and died a billion times and you didn't notice!"

"…"

"Look, being the nation of romance, you should know that he obviously doesn't want you moping around like a dick all the time. Grow a pair and get over it! You're disgracing him this way!"

"Fratello, you don't understand…"

"Italy, look. Human or not, he's dead. There's nothing you can do about it. You can stop holding onto whatever hope you have of him coming back. It just won't happen."

"…"

"…I'm heading back to the others. You're free to join me whenever the hell you want."

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"Um…where's Romano?"

"FREAKIN' CHRIST! France, what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything, Hungary-"

"Bull. Shit."

Germany blinked and stared as Hungary started to chase the living hell out of the Frenchman (much to everyone's enjoyment), turning around and playing as many songs as he could in his head just to tune out the noise levels coming out of there. Sure enough, like a wish being granted, a rather peeved Romano was storming down the hillside.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Don't talk to me, you damn potato bastard. Italy's just being a whining little girl."

"What's gotten you so mad?"

"Well, the fact that no one ever told me this pathetic little story!" Romano pointed out to where he was walking from. "I can understand the whole mourning process, but seriously…how long had it been? Two hundred freakin' years? Italy does not know how to let go!"

Then again…neither do I…

"Do you have any other details that no one bothered to tell me?"

"…I have a few, actually."

"Oh, really now? The potato bastard's going to be lecturing me about all this?" Romano folded his arms. "Well then, go right ahead."

"Well…a-according to what they have been telling me, it started back when Italy was given to Austria after the Italian Wars. While living under his roof, he met up with this boy that was obsessed with having Italy by his side…named the Holy Roman Empire."

"That bastard?" He spat. "He was so clingy!"

Germany paused and then thought about it. Oddly enough, he really was back then…he really was.

"Anyway…they started falling in love with each other…more Holy Rome than Italy, but there was love nonetheless. Then there was a war that had to be fought, and Holy Rome had to go to war…" He paused. The memories between seeing a portrait of Italy in his hands and his first battle since leaving weren't there in his mind. "He supposedly fell in battle."

"So the bastard really is dead, huh?"

"…actually, no."

"No?"

"He fell during battle, yes, and lost his title…and lost his memories as well. For the next two hundred years, he lived under a new name and life, not even knowing what he had left behind…until…"

"Until…what? You're stretching yourself too far here."

"Well…until he tripped over fourteen flights of stairs and suffered a mild concussion."

Despite the obvious personality difference between the two nation siblings, Romano was just as dense as his other brother. So it took about five minutes before it finally sunk in on what he was talking about…hard.

"HOLY FREAKING SHIT MACE!"

"…ok, THAT was loud…"

"YOU'RE the Holy Roman Empire? No wonder I still hate you!"

"I'm not surprised-"

"Let me get this straight: you were in love with mi fratello for two hundred years and yet you haven't said shit about it to his face?" He slammed his heel to the ground. "He's a freakin' wreck!"

"I thought I said this already: two hundred years of not even knowing if I had a past." He answered. "I only remembered it this morning."

"This…morning?"

"When you almost succeeded with making me internally bleed to death, it was only then that I remembered everything." Germany sighed. "And for that, I want to thank you."

"Don't thank me for anything, bastard. You left my brother heartbroken for that whole time." Romano folded his arms. "You better set the whole record straight before I kick your ass again."

"Romano?"

"I still hate you. But if you're the only thing that can reverse this whole freakin' chain of events, then go ahead. I'm not being forced to come here every anniversary just because Spain wants a drinking buddy that's not a pervert."

"Fine. I was just about to do that."

Germany sighed as he turned and headed toward the heart of the graveyard, not noticing that Romano actually cracked a smile.

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Yeah…that was all I can get for Romano. But hey~ guess who's next :D