AN: Here it is, the last segment, as I promised.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Which should be obvious by now… (shifty eyes)

Omake

Italy smiled as he slipped into Germany's room in the moonlight and climbed into bed next to him. He loved nights like tonight, even if they did mean that Germany had had a really tough day. Italy couldn't help it – he liked seeing the mask slip, and Germany always looked so peaceful on these nights…

The pasta-loving nation just lay there for a moment, watching his friend's sleeping face, before reaching out and gently tracing a pointed ear with one finger.

The differences were so small you'd barely notice them, especially in the moonlight, but Italy was an artist. And artists learn to see the details.

Of course, it was easier if you knew what you were looking for. If you remembered the rare times Grandpa Rome had succeeded in getting Mister Germania to pull his hair back.

…if you remembered the days when your first love still hadn't quite perfected his control over his glamour.

The realization had come slowly, and at first he'd been sure he was kidding himself. But the similarities were too great, especially after the first night he had come upon Germany like this.

He didn't know why Germany had forgotten everything, and it made him sad when he first realized that it wasn't an act, that the other nation really didn't remember. But Italy took comfort from the fact that he was alive. They both were.

And one day, he'd remember. And Italy would be waiting for him when he did.

He smiled gently, then leaned forward and brushed his lips against his friend's forehead before snuggling down next to him. "Ve~ I'm still waiting for you, Ludwig. I'll wait as long as you need me to…"

The End

Yup, that's it! Hope you enjoyed!

Here's a few last bits that I couldn't fit in, but which are my head-cannon for this story:

Italy isn't as oblivious as most people think he is – he does notice stuff going on around him. He just doesn't comment on most of it or do anything about it, so people don't realize he's noticed.

Holy Roman Empire had a really hard time controlling his glamour at first, so he practiced with it a lot. It's one of the reasons Germany got so good with it so fast, even though he doesn't remember (I'm going with the idea that it's a bit like a muscle memory). Also, the lack of control over his glamour was part of the reason for the burning aura HRE used to get sometimes when he was watching Italia.

Germany is actually quiet adept at elven society and emotions and such. The problem is, they're different than human ones in some ways, and when he was a young nation Prussia put a huge amount of emphasis on the importance of no-one finding out that they were part elf, to the extent that Germany became mildly terrified of mixing up human culture and elven culture. It's one of the reasons he reads all those how-to books.

In Italy's art studio there are two covered canvases that no one's allowed to look at. One of them is a painting he's still working on, of Germany asleep in the moonlight like he is in the previous section. The other is of a small blond boy with pointed ears and dark clothes running through a forest.