2P!Italy Romano's POV

I woke up with a start, the sun just starting to rise. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stood up, trying not to look at my soiled clothing. Normally, I would have panicked at the sight of a small speck of dirt on such an expensive suit, but times had changed. I heard a woman's voice gently calling out to me, so I turned to the source.

"It's time to move, Flavio. We can't stay here for long."

"H-how did you learn my name?"

"You had your passport on your person for some reason."

She kind of looked like Luciano if he were a girl. She was about my height, and she wore casual clothing. At least, compared to my clothing. I didn't want to fight with her, so I followed her into the light. A man who I assumed had to be her husband or brother was waiting for us. He immediately started asking me questions about what happened to me before the two of them found me, but I found that my memory was too fuzzy to tell him much. All I remembered was being so exhausted that I fainted. I just apologized for my poor memory so he could stop asking me questions.

I didn't ask for their names, since I figured that we would part ways soon enough. We started moving soon after we stopped talking. No one said anything for the first few miles, and for the first time in a while, I didn't want to say anything. I stayed slightly behind the couple, letting them lead the way. Soon, I heard them quietly talking to each other.

"He reminds me of her."

"Your sister? Come to think of it, he does seem to resemble her..."

"I wish she could be here with us."

"There was nothing we could do for her. You know that. She was sick, too sick to keep moving."

I didn't want to make them remember anything that could hurt them, so I didn't ask who they were talking about. From what I overheard, the woman had lost her sister to radiation sickness. I felt my heart sink; what if Luciano was dead too? I instantly pushed the thought from my mind. To cry in front of them would have torn away any shreds of dignity I had left. I didn't want to grieve in front of them, so I steeled myself the way my brother would have done in my position and kept walking.

"Flavio, are you okay? You're awfully quiet."

"Oh. I'm alright, thank you for asking."

I didn't say anything more. There was nothing more to say. I sighed and kept on following them in silence.