This is basically the previous oneshot from Italy's POV. Hope it's acceptable, I wrote this while studying for the AP US history exam.

Tears are creeping from Germany's closed eyes, streaming down his face more freely than I have ever seen before. Though he is sleeping, his face is still pulled into a scowl. I can see the worry carving wrinkles into his young forehead. His lips are moving, murmuring strange words that I can't quite understand, yet I receive the message when he begins to tremble.

"Germany? Are you okay?" His eyelids flutter, but don't open. "Germany?"

Suddenly he jerks awake, eyes wide with fear and confusion. His gaze slides over me, as if I'm invisible, searching for some kind of reassurance.

After a few tense seconds, he sighs and turns his attention to me.

"What is it, Italy?" He grunts, pulling himself into a sitting position, looking angrily at his feet. He looks as if he's got a headache, and puts a hand to his brow as he always does. I see him blink with surprise and try to wipe away the tears without me noticing. I bounce onto the couch next to him, looking up at him.

"Germany,"

"Yes?"

"You were crying." I tell him, using a low voice so that I don't embarrass him.

"I'm fine, it was just a dream." He looks confused still, but places a hand on my shoulder, as if to steady me. This sudden contact shocks me – we haven't touched for… how long had it been? Fifty, sixty, seventy years? I shudder, his hand sliding down my back and into his lap where it sits looking sad and unwanted. Quiet falls thickly across the room like snow, forming drifts between him and me. The chilly air seems to leech the oxygen from my lungs, robbing me of the ability to fill the silence.

His sky blue eyes are miles away; twitching back and forth across some distant scene. His face contorts in pain, brow furrowed, lips thin and white. I scrambled off of the couch and kneel in front of him, looking up into his glassy stare.

"Germany?" I can see his conscious mind returning, "Germany, are you all right?"

"Ye… no." He sounds almost drunk for a moment, his lips and tongue clumsily forming a response.

"Ve?"

"I… I miss you." Face coloring, he diverts his eyes, choosing instead to examine the carpet with great intensity.

"But I'm right here…" I try to make him look at me, but he simply turns his head. I can hear him drawing breath through his nose.

"I miss being with you, Feliciano… I mean, really being with you." My eyes widen with shock at his words. My name… he hadn't called me that since, well, he hadn't ever used my civilian name. He'd said he missed me…

"Y-you mean-?"

"The hugs, the annoying small talk, those stupid dilemmas you always get yourself into… Feliciano, I miss you more than anything I've ever missed before."

I stare at him for a long time, trying to piece together what had just happened. His hands are shaking, his face is red, and the intensity in his eyes almost frightens me. I can feel the warm ooze of tears against my cheeks, blurring my former ally and friend.

"G-Germany," I pause. No, that's not his name. "Ludwig, I miss you, too."

I fall into his opened arms, breathing in his familiar scent. It's musky and fresh, tinged slightly with sweat and the fading smell of blood. I remember how many times I'd done this before, searching for consolation in his grasp, but this time I can feel it radiating off of him.

I circle myself around his waist – wanting to melt into him, to become one with him. For the first time he pulls me closer to him, I can feel his chin resting on my head, as he pats me awkwardly but gently on the back.

When I finally look up, I see that he's crying, too. Flinging my arms around his neck, I stand on tippy-toes to kiss away his tears. Then, after a moment of hesitation, I peck him on the lips. His face blossoms with color, the fiery red quickly spreading to his ears.

In that moment, my heart skips a beat. My beloved captain is smiling at me. His eyes hold a beautiful warmth in them that I've never seen before. I love it. Germany – no, Ludwig – is perfect, so perfect that it almost hurts me to look at him. I bury my face in his strong chest again, bawling. My heart is bursting at the seams, overflowing with all the love and joy I want to share with him.