The plot is mine the characters are not and marukaite chikyuu is not mine.

"What someone says."

~What someone thinks. You can guess who.~

Language used this chapter German ,and Italian.

Edited 9/17/16 (very small detail that had to be changed)

Die Reminiszenz

Germany's Pov:

It is cold as has hell again today. Not surprising really, December temperatures at my home are normally cold. ~You're not home though.~Right, currently I'm at war with Britain, France, Russia, and dummkopfs I have not even heard of. Fighting a war on two fronts will be a pain in the ass after six months; both on the front lines and at the office ~Well at least for me.~ About three months ago, I had my superiors transfer me to the front lines on the western front where Britain was being stationed. When the war was declared on Serbia by Austria-Hungary, everyone in Europe seemed to jump in along with them. Me being the third to jump. ~Dummkopf.~

Why I'm here is because of a secret alliance I made with Austria-Hungary, mostly based on military support in time of war. However, Serbia formed an alliance with Russia in secret, exactly like the one I have with Austria. So my superiors declared war on Russia, but got ambitious and declared war on France two days later. ~Awesome me told you there was going to be another Franco-Prussian war~ ~Go away you dummkopf!~ In order to invade France's capital, we declared war on (neutral) Belgium and Luxembourg so we could complete the invasion faster… long story short world war happened because a nation was dragged in by alliance, the need for profit, and so much other kuhscheiße.

"Oi Germany! Merry Christmas!" ~Dammit~ I won't let that bastard get the better of me, grabbing my rifle, I stand up from the five foot trench and fired. Britain jumps away while letting out a (girly) scream and I missed. These things only have one shot so I'll have to use my bare hands ~Should have gotten the hand gun~. As the brit was getting up, I used one arm to get out of the trench. "Woh woh woh, wait! I come in peace you git!" I halt my approach and raised a brow at the small man.

Britain was about 16 cm shorter than me with green eyes, blond hair and bushy eyebrows. Over his uniform was a grey trench coat ~You can hide a pistol there~ "Why the hell should I trust you, the christmas truce was not even passed this year. Furthermore, why the holy hell are you here." He growled in frustration and pointed at a soccer ball that for some reason was here, "I wanted to play some football you bloody moron, and just because those idiots say we can't have a truce doesn't we can't at least try. Away the boys back at the base said some of your troops were the first who crossed into no-man's land and started this whole thing. I thought you heard and came over." I'm shocked but do not show it.

"We are at war-"

"All the more reason to find peace."

"... So you surrender?"

"No; it's a truce! Bloody hell, you can kill me tomorrow, but for today I'm a chap lookin for someone to play football with."

"..."

"You really are more of an island then I am."

"It is 'than,' and how am I an island?"

'Sigh' "Are you gonna play or not?"

He was serious ~I did not even know it was Christmas…~ "Ja, I'll call a truce with you; for Christmas." Britain sighed in relief, "Brilliant; So where do you want to set-up the goals." We played till the first stars appeared in the sky, leaving only the smallest amount of the sun's rays. "Bloody 'pant' hell 'pant'..." ~Why is he tired?~

"Who fed you when you were growing up?"

"I don't remember."

"That was a rhetorical question, and how can you not remember who raised you. I know we're a countries and all, but someone rears up a country from some time or another. Like how I did with America Canada Hong Kong, my mumzzy with my brothers, and my brothers with me for a short while."

"... I can't really remember much, my first memory that is reliable is the day of me and brothers unification; the only one still alive from that time is Prussia."

"And what about the first first."

"Nosey are you not."

"If it makes you feel any better I'll tell you how I became a pirate?"

"No, but thank you… it's not really a memory or even a dream, more of a feeling with pictures and a ghost."

"Lost history; what you just said sounds kind of similar to what America and Canada had when they were first found."

~I'm being compared to a dummkopf and a pansy.~

I take a deep breath and look to the sky; there's a shooting star. "It's alright to make wish." I turn to the englishmen and see him looking at the sky. "Think of it as a wish sent from my friend man in moon." Okay crazy englishmen… so far the war has put everyone to hell and back and it is nowhere near the end. I've faced war before, and at one of the first of first 'memories' I left someone back at home because of war. This person is still waiting for me to come home, but how do I get there?

Another hour went by before Britain announced that he was going to head back to his base. I nodded at him and turned my back to do the same. It was about a eight minute walk back to the trench, and other ten to my bunker. ~Perks of being a nation~ before I went down I took one last look at the sky. "I don't know what to honestly wish for, so I'll leave that to you man in moon." ~and to this I mock you; crazy brit.~

Elsewhere and about two months earlier

Dear Fratello,

This war I stupid. Seriously, all of this, because Mr. Austria's boss and wife got shot by a rebellion that started in their home. Don't get me wrong, still believe all life is precious but that doesn't mean a life taken has to be paid with more. Yes this is the doctor crap about me speaking or writing right now. Anyway I think I'll be seeing you soon, like in Christmas. I need time away from the office again because of 'you know who.' He's just plain creepy and want's me to go to war with Mr. Austria and Mrs. Hungary. I see what can be gained from the stupidness he suggests, but this war will put everyone in a great depression even the one's who are victorious. Anyway how are you, and don't leave out the details. I need them so I know if the therapy I'm giving you is right. Okay… ve~?

From your fratellino, Feliciano Vargas

October 18, 1914

Dear Idiota,

War and peace go together; so long as one is there, the other will be too. Get that through your head already, and as for your warden and nanny; I hope they just split up after this. Don't give me the 'how-could-you' face, cause you should know that I don't give even a percentage of a fuck about what happens outside of our borders and a lot cazzate that happened back in the past. Also every now and again you talk about how you think your nanny was in love with another man while married to warden so why not let that ship sale. Maybe then you'll shut up about it. Christmas is fine, punch the creep if you have to, I'm fine but there might be a revolution with Nationals and Liberals based on how the people talk, AND QUIT IT WITH THE DAMN NOSEY THERAPY!

From your fratello, Lovino Vargas

October 28, 1914

Dear Fratello,

I know, along with life and death; can't I dream? Also our people aren't ready for another war; maybe every other nation is willing to, me not so much. I really want to punch him. He's got something up his sleeve I just know it. As for the people on my end the same type of talk. Which do you want; government reform or a free for all war? We might just get both. That's not your christmas present though; that would be rude. I want a Christmas truce this year.

From your fratellino, Feliciano Vargas

PS: Ve~ I'll have to come up with a more direct approach

November 7, 1914

Dear Idiota,

NO WHY IN HELL! ALL FOR YOUR DAMN THERAPY IS BASED OF THE SHIT THOSE POTATO EATING BASTARDS COME UP WITH IN THEIR CULTS! I get the you're a doctor and all but I'm fine. Better yet I'm a country, the only illnesses we get can only be caused and cured by the people in our nation. You better get me something nice, and as for your Christmas truce that is very unlikely.

From your fratello, Lovino Vargas

PS:You're acting like a chick with all your 've~'s

November 17, 1914

Dear Fratello,

They're not all from Germany… and when they are it's from a college not a cult. Also remember, we may be the personified North and South Italy, but we still can be strong in our own individual way. Be it body, or brains. I'll see you 2 days before Christmas, okay? I won't be able to write to you before I see you so don't worry, okay?

From your fratellino, Feliciano Vargas

PS: I know but I trust you, also I'm still gonna do it

November 27, 1914

Feliciano's POV:

"I missed you ssooooooo much fratello!" ah it's good to be with someone. "Idiota / choking / not / breath- /" oh I guess the bear hug was to much ~better let him go~. "Sorry, I just missed my big brother ve~." He sighed in frustration and pulled me into his home, which was more of an apartment. After grabbing my suitcase, he shut the door closed.

"How many times do I have to tell you, stop acting like a girl; idiota."

"A lot, but I'm safe in here with my fratello."

"Whatever bastard, just go and do what you have to, I'll finish making dinner."

Christmas with family is so nice. I couldn't see Romano last year because of the arms race ~It was soo lonely ve~~. Big brother Romano lived in a two bedroom apartment with only one closest, living room, and kitchen ~Lots of red too~. Not a lot for 200 square feet, but you make due ~Especially in a crowded city like Naples~. Picking up my suitcase, I went to the second bedroom. When my things were all unpacked, I headed to the kitchen to find Romano plating our dinner. "You're doing the dishes after we're done eating."

"Okay." Normally I'd be chatting my brother's ear off by now, but the Baked Ziti was yummy. After me and Romano had a second helping we started to talk.

"Grazie fratello, te amo."

"Same too you cheeky bastard. Also did punch Mussoline yet?"

"No."

"Why not; you said you wanted to punch the creep."

"Doing and saying are two different things, plus my hand would hurt right after."

"I wonder why you keep pretending to be a man when you act like a chick; fuck that you are one."

: P "You've just never seen me act Tomato." ; )

"WHO THE HELL TOLD YOU THAT?! It was the bastard Spain, wasn't it!" (/ _ /)

"Won't tell." X )

He sighed and announced he was going to bed. As he left the kitchen I got the dishes. This was pretty much the routine we had, though nice it felt kind of hollow from time to time. We were apart for more than a century before getting unified again. ~Maybe the normal therapy along with the hugs should work…~ I always find myself worrying to much for Romano and everyone else in the world. "... Draw a circle that's the earth, draw a circle that's the earth, draw a circle that's the earth, I am… what did I put there?" That's my song; I had made it when I was little and had lived at Austria's house with Mrs. Hungary ~Nanny~, Mr. Austria ~Warden~, and...Holy Rome ~Captain~. We made that song together after the war Austria and Prussia had of the succession in 1740 ~He left because of war~.

Holy Roman Empire got too big to manage ~just like nonno~, and lost a war to France, losing his whole empire and me. I can't really hate France, because it was his boss that took my Holy Rome, so I have my issues with him. His way of apologizing, was letting me live in my borders so long as I stayed in Seborga. ~Am getting a little sad now~ It was not something I could stop back then, even though I warned Holy Rome ~Maybe I'm the one who needs therapy~. My Holy Rome was made to protect and guide; becoming 'Rome' just made him easier to target... I was not the same after I lost my friend ~I loved him~, but I got better. I have a memory of a young man I met back in Seborga, and he was just like my Holy Roman Empire. Not just in his features, but in his heart. ~Both kept my secret~

'Yawn' Must be time for bed. I was done with the dishes so I went to my room, striped nude, and got into bed under the covers. ~Another night without dreams?~

…~Idiota; this is why I didn't want to get this place, you'll just sleep with me anyway.~...

Two days went by pretty fast, but not without their memories. On the first day me and Romano went shopping for all the last minute deals for our Christmas dinner ~So much yelling and punching~. On the second I got dragged into a boutique, but I didn't mind, the clothes were so cute I had to buy them. People thought it was very queer that I was fighting with the other women there till Romano said I had a girl back home whose family didn't like me. ~Bastard has to prove himself the only way he can; money.~ After that, we dropped my bags at Romano's apartment and headed to a bar. We were later kicked out because I started a fight ~With the owner's cat, and over... A PIECE OF FUCKIN PIZZA!~ ~At least we didn't get the life banne…~

It's now Christmas day and we've pretty much done nothing but just talk and eat. Around 3 o'clock it's time for our siesta together, but Romano said that he would skip today and just go for a walk or something. Well time 'yawn' to 'sigh' dream…

Dream:

Draw a circle that's the earth

Me and Holy Roman Empire were best friends, but he wanted to be like Grandpa Rome… he got his wish. So just like Rome he fell by himself and France. Big Brother France was sorry. In honor of my friend he let me live within my borders, so I could grieve. France never visited me, so in some small way with his death, Holy Roman Empire protected me and my secret.

draw a circle that's the earth

I had lived in Seborga for 6 years after Holy Rome's fall, and in my time there I got a nickname; Mona Lisa. Those around me said I had such a pretty smile, so small and quiet.

draw a circle that's the earth

In 1812 I met a young man named Ludwig at a party. It was in an office that was far off from the party. He twisted my arm behind me asked who I was… I panicked and replied "Are you a rapist?" Dio that so embarrassing.

I am Italia.

Ludwig mostly wore white that night, except for the black boots and gloves, and red or gold pieces. However, when I saw his face all I saw was my Holy Rome; same light blond hair, clear blue eyes, and the same damn white face that was painted with pink. Even the way he yelled at me. ~Only difference was that I was maybe ¾ of an inch taller~

End of dream

I woke up from a dream...it's been nearly 100 years since I had my last dream. "Bastard are you awake yet, dinner's almost done!" I giggled; same old fratello "I'm up let me just change." as I was getting ready I thought that I should look out the window ~I knew the two bedroom apartment wasn't needed, but this view was a must~.

"Oh a shooting star! Fratello what should I wish for!"

"Bastard get back from that window or I'll eat your PASTA!"

"NOOOOO; BAD FRATELLO, BAD!"

~I wish for happiness~