Continuing onto the road, Feliciano pondered the notion that he was once in an accident that destroyed his memory of times before. As he pulled into the driveway of Prussia's house, he could feel his heart skip a beat, knowing he would see the young German from before. Why his heart skipped that beat, he would never know.
He reluctantly lifted the brake and swiftly got out of the car. As he walked up to the door, his nervousness grew stronger with each step. When he had reached his destination, he shakily knocked on the door. After waiting for a few minutes, he knocked again, using more force. What greeted him at the door was a tall, muscly German, whose silver hair was tossed around and red eyes drooping in exhaustion.
"Hallo?" His voice sounded harsh and quiet. The Italian felt terrible for waking the man up from his sleep but waited for him to fully realize who was at the door. It took the German a small amount of time to understand. Not wanting to wait longer, Italy simply spoke, "Prussia? It's me, Italy."
The German perched up his head against the doorway and slowly opened his eyes more to see the small Italian in front of him. "Italy! What's up? Oh wait a second, Just come on in! I just got up so it might be a mess..." The German fixed the door to stay open and walked down the corridor, disappearing behind a door. Italy slowly walked in before slamming the door behind him.
Prussia trotted back into the corridor, walking to Italy. "Whoa, there, Italy! Don't wanna wake up my roommate, do you?" Italy, Realizing how loud the sound was, Felt bad for doing so and apologize. "Doesn't matter now. So,what have you come over for so early in the day?" He rubbed his eyes yet again before glaring at the clock, whose small arm hit the 6 and the big arm hit the 5. "Oh..." He sheepishly stood up and walked into the kitchen, Italy trailing behind him.
"uhm...Gil...?" The young German slumps over to the coffee machine, pouring him a cup. "hmm?" he spoke from the mug. The Italian quickly forced out his words, very quickly. "Do you have a brother named Germany?" At this, Gilbert dropped his coffee mug and stared at the ground, his eyes wide and pupils dilated. He did not say a thing but simply paced the floor, placing his hands on his head and talking to himself.
"Gil? Are you okay?"
"Do you remember?" Suddenly, Gil emerged in front of Italy, grabbing his shoulder blades and staring straight at him. "How do you know about my baby bro?" Scared to his wits, Gilbert quickly jogged over to the dining room and sat down, worried he would surely have a heart attack. His breathing picked up, almost clutching the chair for support.
"I just...I never thought you would find out. The doctors said...they said it'd be a miracle if you even remembered his name. Who told you?"
"Spain, actually. I sorta...uh...lied about remembering." With this, Gilbert face planted the coffee table. He then preceded to stand up and grab the front of Italy's shirt, pinning him against the wall.
Prussia was practically screaming at the shaking Italy.
"Italy, you can't just force this kind of information on you! It could cause permanent damage to your brain! That's why we didn't tell you, idiot! The doctors said that if you force anything, it could kill ya, Dummkopf!" He quickly flicked Italy in the forehead. Italy could feel the tears race down his cheeks before speaking very quietly.
"I'm sorry..."
Gil released Feli from his hold and gave a heavy, long sigh. "Feli, why do you want to know so badly?" Italy knew he couldn't tell Gil of their fate encounter and the sealed kiss. He knew what he had to do again: lie.
"I saw a photo of him that Fratello had accidentally thrown out." Gilbert smiled brightly before sitting down onto the chair once again. "Woah, he still has that old picture of him? I have more recent photos if you wanted to see..." His face suddenly dropped, remembering the real topic. "But never mind that! You need to stop trying to recount your memory! This could kill you! Please, Italy! If you remember...you'll remember everything." Gilbert looks away from him, looking down to the floor, placing his face into his hands. "Italy, I know you...You wouldn't go into this fullheartedly unless you had a better reason than a picture..." Gilbert looked back up at Feliciano, his face blank, staring into his eyes. "...Something happened, didn't it? What happened? You gotta tell me, Feliciano. I can't just spill everything without a good reason!"
Feliciano took one last big breath before sitting down in the chair opposite of him, relaxing his shoulders, and telling Gilbert of his fate encounter with the German and the accident that led him here.