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So recently I got this really cool project in my history class. We have to make a twitter account for a person who has something to do with the French Revolution. I chose Old Fritz :D I'm having fun with it :3

I just started a paper route. God do I regret it. The money had better be worth it I swear DX

DTAC. what can I say. I met a bunch of amazing new people and I had alot of fun with my friends. the only bad thing was that they all shoved us into this little cramped area and the secruity guards with fucking jack-asses. I'm a nice person, but I was seriousy contemplating telling one of the guards, who was pretty much STALKING my group, to go fuck himself -_- Apparently he even walked into the girls washroom, and told them it wasn't a changing room. I mean it's not like be were making lines to the bathroom. Not to mention the only people allowed ionto those washrooms were those who had paid to go to the con in the first place. At the most there were maybe 10 non-cosplayers, out of like 200. He seemed to be the only one with a problem.

Enough of my raging, lets talk about my amazing France beard XD everyone told me the absoulutly loved it, which I'm really happy about. Originally I was gonna use fake eyelash glue and paint bristles to make it, but the bottle of glue I had, had dried up. So I opted to use a gluestick XD but it worked great :D and then i just went over the beard with some brown blush. My Waiter!France costume was so legite X3

Anywho, on to the story~ Please enjoy~!

"Here, dry yourself off and change into these before you catch a cold," Germany handed Italy a pair of pants, a shirt and a towel.

"T-thank you," said Italy, still sniffling. He took the clothes and began stripping. Germany quickly turned around, blushing, to give him some privacy. When he heard Italy sit down on the couch he turned around, Italy had only bothered to put on the pants, the towel wrapped around his shoulders.

"Italy, it's cold. Please put on the shirt," said Germany, trying not to stare at Italy.

"Germany…" Italy said, ignoring him. "What is it that you needed to tell me?"

The larger man pushed away any inappropriate thought he had at the moment and took a deep breath. Sitting down next to Italy on the couch, he took his hands in his own.

"Italy…what I'm going to tell you…I want you to wait until I'm finished before saying anything, okay?"

The other man just nodded. "Thank you," said Germany. Thinking that it might be his last chance, the blond leaned in and captured Italy's lips in a soft loving kiss. The Italian just stared at him in confusion and affection, when he pulled away.

Taking another deep breath, Germany started speaking. "Do you remember those times that I had passed out?" Italy nodded.

"Well what I didn't tell you was that every time they happened I had these…visions….memories actually…"

Germany rubbed circles into Italy's hands with his thumbs. "These memories…they were from when I was just a child," he cleared his throat. "And there was one memory that made me remember everything…I-I was heading off to war, and this maid came running after me, asking me not to leave…" Italy's eyes widened in disbelief and realization.

"But I had to, it was war," Germany looked away in regret. "The maid gave me their…um...panties and in return….I kissed them…"

"Then I left…promising that I would return. And I did, but they never knew that…I used to watch them from the shadows, unable to speak to them or let them know I was still okay, because I was still being sent into battles." Silent tears had begun to fall from Italy's eyes.

"But then things went bad, and we weren't winning the war. I was seriously injured in a fight against France, and I was dying. Prussia found me and I passed out, believing that I was never going to going to wake up. But I did wake up…not knowing who I was. I had forgotten everything." He reached over and wiped the tears running down Italy's cheeks. "Prussia had given me a new name, a new life. I became the Bundesrepublik Deutschland.

They stayed quiet, Italy staring at Germany, an unreadable expression on his face as tears ran freely. "Germany…..is Holy Rome?" he whispered.

"Yes." Germany gripped Italy's hands tightly. "I'm sorry Italy. I'm sorry for not telling you. I'm sorry for hurting you and for breaking my promise," he looked down in shame. I'm not the Holy Roman Empire anymore, I'm not the same and I don't blame you if you hate me and never want to see me again…" he looked back at the smaller man. His head was hanging, his face hidden behind his bangs. He stayed silent.

Germany stood up, a hurt look on his face. "I understand," he said. "I'll go grab my keys and drive you home…" he turned and started to walk away.

"No!"

"Wha-?" he quickly turned around, and ended up being tackled to the ground by Italy.

"No! I could never hate you!" Italy shouted, tears still running. "You are the same! The scary look you have, the way you slick back your hair, the way you get easily embarrassed, your hidden kindness, your love of sweets…" he smiled softly. "The way I couldn't help but fall in love you…" he caressed Germany's cheek. "And you didn't break your promise. You returned to me and loved me, even before you regained your memories," he bent forward and kissed both of Germany's cheeks. "I love you…"

Germany was overwhelmed. "I-Italy…" a single tear ran down his face. He pulled the Italian into an embrace. "I love you too. I love you so much. I'm so sorry."

"I love you! I've wanted to say that for so long, to hear you say it," Italy held on to Germany, begging for it not to all be a dream.

"I'll say it as much as you like. I love you, I've loved you since the 900's," Germany pulled back a little to hold Italy's face. He leaned in and kissed Italy the way he had wanted to for the past week.

Lips parted and hands roamed in passion. They pulled away from each other breathless. "Germany…" said Italy, the towel no longer on his shoulders. "We….should take this upstairs…."

Germany blushed. "Y-you're right…" the two of them stood up. Germany grabbed Italy's hand and stopped him before he started walking.

"Ve~?"

"There is something I'd like to ask of you…" Germany said.

"Hmm? What is it?"

"I would like it…if you would call me by my human name, Ludwig…"

"Ah…"

"Because even if my country name changes, I will always be Ludwig for you…" he blushed.

"Only on one condition," said Italy.

"What is that?"

Italy smiled. "You have to call me by human name, Feliciano."

"Of course," Germany picked up Italy bridal style, which made him squeak.

"I love you Feliciano," he said.

"I love you too, Ludwig," responded Italy before he was pulled into another kiss.

Yay~! a conclusion~ next chapter will be m-rated. For anyone who isn't interested in reading it, there will be a part after that I think you should read (There will be a page break). I guess that's all for now. Reviews make happiness~!