*Two of you brought up Bon San Valentino. To the extent of my knowledge, this hasn't appeared in the anime and I have no way to read the manga. If anyone can point me somewhere I can read it, I'll do the chapter after the ending. Another thing: I've sort of been putting this off because I've never gotten such long reviews before... It made me rethink this! When I posted this story, I didn't think anyone would like it, but I'll try harder with the story! *

Malersha lay next to me. We didn't say anything. I could only think about Italy. I did love him, didn't I? This was all too confusing. And worse, I think my feelings for little Ita-chan got passed onto Germany.

How embarrassing! I don't want to love another guy! Is that right? Yes? No? ...Someone answer me.

Italy was there too. In his bed, specifically. As usual, I got the best part of the floor I could find while Malersha... Stalked me. But we're getting off topic.

While Italy slept, there was a knock on the door. Since he wasn't getting up, I turned solid and pulled his curl. (He gave a little shriek that Malersha thought was funny. Naturally, I gave her a judo throw. I really didn't care if she was a girl or not at this point.) Italy heard the rapping on the door and got up to open it.

"France?" he muttered rubbing his eye. France was at the door in his usual blue cloak, looking more serious than usual. (Actually, he never looked serious. This can't be good.)

"Italy," he said stiffly. "I have something... important to tell you." Italy cocked his head to show he was listening. France continued to stand in the doorway nervously. I quickly jumped up and stood next to Italy. I doubted France would try and hurt him, but just in case.

"Do you remember the Holy Roman Empire?" he asked.

Malersha was now at attention to and stood a little closer to me than necessary. France was definetly going to say something about me. But what was he going to say?

"Huh?" Italy simply said. He looked confused.

"My army was his enemy and..." his voice faltered. "One of my soldiers killed him. I know how close you two were and... I'm sorry."

He looked down at the floor awkwardly and Italy stared at him. And to my surprise, he laughed.

"You've made a mistake or something!" he said.

Did he think I was still alive? Out there somewhere? Did he know I was Germany?!

"I don't know any Holy Roman Empire!"

For once, Malersha looked sympathetic towards Italy. France's head shot up and gave Italy a bewildered stare. All I could do was just stand there. I wanted to yell at Italy, but he wouldn't hear me.

"M-Maybe I did make a mistake," France stuttered. "But I was so sure it was him."

"S'Okay!" Italy said cheerfully as France began to leave. "Ciao!"

And with that, he flopped back on his bed and fell asleep. What was going on? Why didn't he remember me? Me?! At the time, it was like I was the only one who cared about him apart from Hungary.

I wasn't seen. I wasn't heard. I was no more. I was dead.

What matter was it that he didn't remember me? Perhaps it was for the best. So he wouldn't dwell on it. Yeah, this was fine. Just perfect...

"Holy Rome?!" Malersha shouted. "Where are you going?" I didn't bother to answer and passed through the door. I just needed a little walk.

I strode down the empty streets and thought. But I was getting nowhere. Italy never got any head injuries, did he?

I eventually involuntarily reached Germany's house. I shrugged a shoulder. Should I go inside? Why not? I might as well see how he's doing. It is my body, after all. So I went inside the doors and entered his house. It was really nice. I always liked being there just because of how welcome it looked. However, it's owner was the exact opposite.

I saw Germany almost the instant I entered the door. He was reading what looked like a German newspaper (probably seeing how his country was doing) and sitting at his desk. I walked a few steps towards him. He looked up. He seemed a little... what's the word... oh, yeah, shocked.

Plus he was looking right through me. Was there someone behind me? I looked over my shoulder. Nope. No one. Back at Germany. Still looking through... No! He was looking right at me! No way, impossible. Only dead people could see other dead people. He was still alive, wasn't he?

"Who are you?" he barked. I looked behind my shoulder once more, turned back to him, and pointed to myself slowly.

"Yes, you!" he said, becoming annoyed at this point.

"Me?" I said. "You can see me?"

"Of course," he said rolling his eyes a little.

He could seeeeeeeeeeee meeeeeeeeee! (*said in happy voice*) What should I say? Wait.

"HOW CAN YOU SEE ME?!" I shouted. "I'm DEAD!"

"Dead?" he repeated. "You look alive to me."

I paced up the room and back for a minute. Germany didn't take his eyes off me.

"Got it," I said hitting my fist against my palm. "This must have something to do with Italy finding out that I'm dead. Or accepting it. Or... something."

"Okay, what's going on here?!" Germany growled.

"Sure you want me to tell you?"

"Yes, now spit it out!"

"Well... I'm you."

Germany transfixed me with a blank stare. I scratched my hair and smiled slightly.

"We do kinda look alike..." I said.

"I'd like to see you prove it," Germany said, getting over his surprise.

"Okay, here goes..." I took a deep breath. "You used to be me, AKA Holy Rome and you used to love Italy 'cause, seriously, Italy looked quite FEMININE at the time. Anyway, I got killed and I didn't... quite... die. So then there's you, my body, new spirit, apparently adopted my feelings towards Italy. But I thought he was a SHE! I didn't know! I have an excuse for liking him!"

Needless to say I went a little off topic.

"So let me get this straight..." Germany sighed. "I'm... you. In your body after you got killed and... You expect me to believe this?"

"... I was hoping you would so this would be a little less weird."