XI: Memory
Characters/Pairings: Germany, Veneziano, Romano, Prussia, Hungary, Austria. Vague mention of Chibitalia.
Genre: Fluff? Romance? General? I don't know...
Rating: K+
Warnings: May or may not subscribe tothe "Holy Roman Empire= Little!Germany" Theory. Romano being Romano. Fail!Italian. Human names used.
DISCLAIMER: Really, I think we know it at this point. I really don't own Hetalia.
Ludwig prided himself on his practically flawless memory; therefore it frustrated him endlessly that he barely remembered his childhood.
He no longer bothered asking anyone about it, though, because no one would give him a straight answer – Elizaveta would always start sighing and staring off into the distance, while Roderich would always give some excuse to avoid answering. Gilbert was absolutely no help at all – "Why would you wanna know something as unawesome as that?" he would ask before going back to whatever he was doing before.
The one time he'd tried asking Feliciano, the Italian had looked at him with sad eyes and shaken his head, saying he didn't know Ludwig at that point in time.
He hadn't seen Feliciano for nearly a week after that.
At the next world meeting Lovino had tried to shank him, muttering something like "how dare you ask him about that, estupido bastardo?"
No, there was no point in asking anymore. He would just have to content himself with the memories of intense happiness, and the faint image of a little girl in a field of flowers.
A/N: Please excuse my very pathetic excuse for Italian. Feel free to correct it (and by "feel free", I mean "PLEASE DO".)
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