(A/N) 'Sup? I'm sad to say this, but the artist that drew the pictures that inspired Wilted Daisies has stopped submitting Hetalia fanart to DA, plus deleted the ones she had there. Sorry if the link in the prologue confused ya D: I found her LJ, though I'm not sure if it'll work though .

Why, yes, these chapters ARE going to have flower names! XD It's picked to go along with Italy or Germany's emotion in the chapter, depending on whom the chapter mainly focuses on. (Or at least as close as I can get...)

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Chapter One

Zinnia (Thoughts of an absent friend)

Feliciano's eyelids slowly opened, tiredness still clinging to them and trying to make them stay closed longer.

It was morning in the Italian's home, the sunlight peered through the blinds on the window, the sweet smell of the garden's flowers drifted through the room –

"Hey! Feliciano, you idiot! You knocked me off the bed again last night!"

… His older brother, Lovino, also known as the southern half of Italy, hit his head with a pillow.

"Uyah!" N. Italy squealed from harsh contact with the pillow. The younger Italian looked from beneath the covers at his big brother. "I-I'm sorry, Lovino."

"Sorry isn't enough!" S. Italy hit his little brother's head. "That's the sixth time this month, Feliciano! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Feliciano squeaked from being hit with a fist, but kept quiet at the older Italian's question. For the past month, N. Italy had been having a reoccurring dream. Though, it was more of a nightmare, and they were memories instead of imaginative figments.

It would start from his childhood, when he lived in Austria's house. He also worked there as a servant, being confused for a girl. But, he had one best friend.

Another boy, roughly his age, or maybe older. One day, his friend left the house to fight in a war, but promised to return.

The next part of the dream was in later years, when he lived with big brother France. He would come in, sad, and tell Italy that his friend had died in the war…

It had been such a long time since then, that as the years passed by, he had begun to forget what his promise was, his name, his face… soon Feliciano only had a faint flicker of his memories left. He knew his friend's name in the dream, but whenever he awoke, he would forget it again. And he never told anyone, not even his brother, about the dreams.

"HEY! Are you listening to me?!" Lovino began to violently strangle his younger brother with the bed sheet.

Feliciano choked and gagged, struggling to free himself. He was kicking around so much that his foot hit the nightstand and knocked over some objects. One particular rolled-up paper was sent flying across the room, bounced off a window and a chair, and landed partly unrolled on the floor. The Italians stopped fidgeting for a moment before Feliciano hopped on his now throbbing foot to the paper. He crouched over it, reading the print that covered the top…

'Italy and… G-E-R-M-A…'

"Oh!" Feliciano jumped up. "That's right! I have to go see Germany today!" He ran to the closet and quickly pulled out his uniform – blue pants and a matching jacket, with a black shirt and tie beneath.

"That potato-bastard AGAIN?" Lovino glared disapprovingly. "He's all you ever talk about. 'Germany this, Germany that, Germany, Germany, Germany'! Bah, it makes me sick just thinking about it!" He made a gag face.

"Please don't be like that, big brother." N. Italy sighed as he pulled his arm through his jacket sleeve. "Ludwig isn't a bad person. We made a pact, remember?" He pointed his pinky out. "He promised to protect me."

"Doesn't matter." S. Italy groaned, slipping back onto the bed. "While you go waste your time with that bastard, I'll be getting the sleep I lost last night."

Feliciano straightened his tie and leapt out of the closet, smiling brightly. He usually didn't let his brother's words of negativity get to him, and he certainly wasn't going to let it start today. Always see the bright side of life. That was his motto. "Ciao, brother! I'll be back around lunchtime, okay?" He dashed out the door and down the hallway.

Lovino stared as he left the room, before a look of horror crossed his face.

"F-FELICANO, YOU IDIOT! YOU FORGOT YOUR PANTS!"

000ooo000

N. Italy paused for a minute outside a large building, craning his neck back so he could look at the decorated rooftop. "I always forget how BIG Germany's place is!" He sang to himself before knocking on the door. It slowly swung open, revealing a decorated interior. An old-fashioned chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the front room. Feliciano dashed in, oblivious to the few small groups of people also there, some workers, some townspeople.

"Germany?! Germany~?!" He began to shout, catching the attention and a few stares from the people in the room. "Where are you, Germany~?! Germa-?!" An arm locked around his neck, strangling him."-NY!!?" He squirmed around, trying to free himself. "Uwah, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me! I'll do anything, anything you want! Just don't hurt me~!!"

"Quiet down, idiot!" A second voice shouted in his ear. "You're causing a scene!"

He stopped, and the arm released him. He spun around, smiling brightly. "Ah, Germany!"

It was, indeed, Germany. A man much taller that he was, he was also more serious and organized with a muscular build. He had blonde hair that was usually slicked back and blue eyes that could pierce through any defense.

Germany sighed. "Why are you here today, Italy?"

Feliciano laughed. "Germany forgot? He's so silly~!"

Ludwig raised a hand to his forehead. "Not so loud, Italy."

"Yessir, commander, sir!" He saluted, the grin still plastered to his face. He was normally happy, especially around Germany, rarely getting depressed. There were the occasional times where he'd cower, cry and surrender, but he never let it bother him. (Which usually would be the cause of Germany's troubles.)

"You don't have to call me commander, we're not at war right now."

"Okay, Germany!"

"You still need to use an inside voice, though." Germany placed his hand on the Italian's head, trying to settle him down.

"Si, si!" N. Italy giggled.

"Now, what is it that you wanted?" Germany raised an eyebrow. "You're supposed to call first if you want a meeting."

Feliciano looked up at the taller man, a hint of sadness in his face. "Ve? Germany really forgot?"

"Italy, can't you just tell me wha-?"

CRASH!-CLATTER!-BANG!!

The racket echoed through the hallways. Italy jumped in alarm, clinging onto Germany. "AAH!! WH-WHAT IS THAT?! ARE WE UNDER ATTACK?! WHAT IS IT?!? WHAT'S GOING ON GERMANY~!??!?!!?"

"L-Let go of me, idiot!" Germany shouted as he peeled the Italian off his side. "I'll go check it out, okay?" He sat Feliciano on a chair. "Stay here and don't get into trouble! I'll be back as soon as I can."

Italy trembled, wiping the tears from his face. "O-Okay…"

"Pull yourself together. It was probably just an accident in the kitchen." Another crash rang, and Ludwig went to inspect what was happening.

Although, he was pretty sure who it was…

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(A/N) I've kept you waiting long enough, I'm sure! Next chapter will feature a certain *coughcoughawesomecoughcoughcough* character, hope I don't butcher his personality.

R&R please!

(Edit: Fixed some grammer mistakes XD;)