Hello! This story was written as an alternate ending to my other story; "Holy Rome? Who's That?". But it's perfectly fine to read this on it's own! The main difference being that HRE and Germany are different people.

The story takes place in 2012-ish, with Holy Rome's memory starting right after he is defeated, but not killed, by France. He was slowly being wrapped in a darkness, which he discovered to be him falling into himself, almost losing his mind. His last thoughts were of the girl Italy, and how he wished he could have seen her one last time. The darkness crept until he was completely pulled in, and he blacked out.

I do not own Hetalia! If I did, then Chibitalia and Italy would be different people. Making Chibitalia a girl, and ending up with HRE!

Now, onto the story!

1. Waking Up

Holy Rome

I felt something strange inside of me. It felt as if I was frozen, and I was just starting to melt. The warmth was fuzzy and strange. Along with the warmth came a light. It felt as though it started in my feet and moved it's way into my head, and in my eyes. The light, like the warmth, was fuzzy and gradual.

I opened my eyes, just barely. There was a bright light, and my head felt as it weighed a ton. The light was so bright. I couldn't keep my eyes open, they drooped, and I slipped back into my mind.

When I opened them once more, my head felt a little lighter, my body warmer. I was able to keep my eyes open longer. I was able to look around.

I was in a white room, with a bright light in the ceiling. How did the light get there? It was too bright to be a chandelier. It looked like sunlight. Could there be a hole in the roof?

I was on some kind of cot. I had strange strands attached to my arms. Was someone trying to hold me down? I looked to where the strands connected. They were strange square shapes with strange colored lights. Not normal candles.

Where in the world was I? Just then, a young woman came in the room looking at a sheet of paper. But what in the world was she wearing? She had long green pants, with a matching tunic that was much too short. Not at all what a woman should be wearing.

She looked up at me, and gasped. "How…" She said breathlessly. She walked over to me. She looked from me, to her paper, to the strange lights, and back again. She looked as if she saw a ghost. I needed to know what was happening.

I tried to find my voice. "Eh…" Was all I could make out. I tried again. "Excuse…" She then straightened up some.

"I'll be right back." She informed me. Then she left. I couldn't take it anymore, my eyelids were so heavy. I let them fall.

I awoke again. I was still in the strange room. There was a man in front of me. He wore what appeared to be a suit, but it looked strange. Instead of a proper jacket, he had on a long white coat. He wore several things off his neck, and his heels were lacking. He wore very large spectacles. He had graying hair combed back, and a short beard.

He came next to my cot. "How are you feeling, son?" He asked me. Son? Did he just call me that? Judging by how much he grayed, I'd say he isn't a nation face. We don't age like that. I was probably much older than him. Although, I probably do look like just a boy to him. I decided to let it go.

I struggled for the words. "I…"

"Oh, I bet you're thirsty." The man said. "Here, drink this." He handed me a glass of water. I managed to sit up, and accept the drink. But I was shocked at how cold it was! I pulled my hand away at first, but then stretched my hand to take the drink.

The water felt amazing going down my throat. It felt as if I was dying of thirst. I drank half of the glass, stopped to breathe, and downed the rest. I sat the glass down on the table next to my cot.

"Feel better?" The man asked. I noticed now that the man had an accent similar to Austria. He could be Austrian, I suppose. I nodded, and cleared my throat.

"Yes. Thank you." My voice still felt thin and weak, but atleast I could talk. "Where am I?" I asked.

"You're in the hospital."

"Why?" I was confused. What had happened? My memory was hazy.

"You don't remember?" The man asked. "Well, I suppose it has been a… Long, time. I suppose you might not remember." He smiled at me, and held out his hand. "I'm Doctor Wolfgang. It's a pleasure to meet you."

I returned his handshake. "Holy Roman Empire." I said.

"Oh I know who you are." The doctor replied enthusiasticly. "And might I say, you are a fascinating case."

"Um… Thanks?" I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Well, you know your name, that's good." The doctor started. "Do you remember anything else?"

"Yes." I replied. "I'm the nation face. I have an older brother Prussia. I was in a war with…" Then it suddenly came to me what had happened. The memories hit like a wave. I leaned over and held my head.

"Holy Roman Empire? What's the matter?"

"Nothing, I'm fine." I assured . "I was just remembering some painful things." He nodded sympathetically. "I remember I was fighting France. And he… Killed me? No… That's not right…"

"You weren't killed." He said. "But you were close." I looked down at myself then. I appeared to be in nothing but a thin tunic. How improper. I pulled the collar aside to look at my chest. Then at my arms, and felt my head. I wasn't bandaged or bruised. I felt fine. "I don't understand." I told the doctor, who was watching me carefully.

He seemed wary of telling me, but he did. "After you were hurt by France, you were in very bad shape. They were able to patch you up, but… You were all but gone. You've been in comatose."

I didn't understand. "Coma… Comatose?" I asked, not familiar with the word.

He nodded. "Asleep. You've been asleep for a very long time." I didn't like the sound of that. I really didn't.

"How long?" I asked. "How long was I asleep?" The doctor looked at me sadly.

"Several hundred years." He said. "Almost a thousand, to be precise. It's the year two thousand and twelve."

I couldn't believe this. A thousand years? I've been asleep, for a thousand years? Is that why everything looked so different? What about my brother? And… Italy! What happened to Italy? I hope she's okay.

"Wait," I said. "What about my nation? The Holy Roman Empire? How is it doing?"

He just looked at me. "Your land is not as you knew it. The people lived on, but it evolved. It's not the same country. I'm sorry."

My land never grew? I thought. So does that mean… That I never grew? I looked at my hands again. They looked the same as I remembered them. But of course, I was small. I touched my face, wondering if it felt different. The skin was soft, the chin round. My hair is longer than it was. Almost to shoulders.

The doctor, realizing what I was doing, pulled something shiny out of his pocket. It seemed to be a miniature mirror, just smaller than the man's head. He handed it to me. I hesitated, but took it my hands. I held it up to my face.

Sure enough, the face in the mirror was very young. Just as young as it looked a thousand years ago. I looked like a ten year old human, at the very most.

"I know you're having a hard time with this," The doctor said. "But I need to perform a few tests to make sure that you are healthy. Can I do that?" I nodded.

In one of the tests, he had me look into a strange light coming from a small tube in his hand. There were various other strange tests, none that I am familiar with.

"By the way," said while putting a stick on my tongue. "We called your brother. He should be here soon."

My brother? Prussia? He's still alive? I get to see him? I was so happy, I had to fight back the tears.

I can hardly wait!

AN:

Hey! Okay, here it is!

I don't actually know when HRE fell, so I totally made it up. Either way, it helped the story! I hope, anyways... Please review!