So... this chapter's shorter than the others it's kind of a filler chapter but it's not at the same time... Um... I'm just going to go now...

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Forgotten Memories

Holy Roman Empire Arc

Chapter three

The sun had climbed into the sky and illuminated the rooms of the inn. This is what caused the young and sickly blonde on the bed to stir from his almost pleasant slumber. It would have been a nice sleep if he hadn't been dreaming. It was a peaceful dream though and one that he recalled to like very much. Or at least his dream-self had been very happy. But the dream had left him feeling alone and very empty like a lone piece lost in a dark corner and very far away from its puzzle that sat on a shelf. He shivered and looked around the cold room. He had remembered it to be warmer earlier but he had also remembered that Gilbert had been lying next to him and helping him stay warm. Where had that man gone? He was a still a child and a sick one at that he shouldn't be left alone and didn't want to be either.

He was surprised when the door swung open suddenly and the white haired man walked in. A big goofy smile was on his face in seconds once he saw the blonde haired boy.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" he asked messing up the blonde's hair as he sat down on the bed next to him.

Germany straightened out his hair. "No." he said simply, "I just didn't expect you to come through the door at that moment."

"Well I didn't expect you to be up so soon." Prussia countered, "I just had to go mail a letter. I also got lunch." He held out a bright red apple for the small nation.

Germany looked at the apple in his hands. It was brighter and reflected the light that shone through the window but a small bright red bow appeared in his mind. He took a bite of the apple thinking it over. It was odd for a bow to appear in his thoughts even though he was sick and his thoughts could get random because of this he was pretty sure he wouldn't think of a bow.

"Hey Gilbert?" he asked looking at the apple in his hands, "When are we going home?"

Prussia decided it was in his best interest to lead the conversation in another direction. "You're really sick right now, the only things you should be concerned with at the moment are making sure that you get enough rest, you get enough to eat, and you don't overwork yourself."

Germany shook his head. "No." he argued, "I have to get back as soon as possible. I want to go back."

"What is so important at home that you can't even let yourself recover? You're as white as a ghost and running a temperature and puking but all you can think about is going home?" Prussia said noticing he was starting to turn a pale green.

"I promised I would come back!" Germany yelled jumping off the bed dashing for the door.

The apple fell to the ground as Prussia grabbed the boy before he could reach the door. The boy's body was racked with a coughing fit as the older nation scooped him off of the floor. He brushed the blonde strands of hair back and out of the boy's face.

"Calm down." The red eyed nation whispered.

The blonde drew in a shaky breath. "I promised." He cried. "I promised."

Prussia carried the boy back to the bed. "Promised who?" he asked setting the blonde on the bed,

Germany turned to his side and looked out the window. "I… I can't remember…" he said his dry voice cracking.

"It's alright." Prussia said rubbing his back gently, "We'll find out as soon as you get better. Don't worry."

~X~

Italy hummed as he walked through the long hallways in Austria's mansion. He stopped his humming suddenly and thought. Today wasn't a humming day, maybe it was a skipping day? He began to cheerfully skip down the hallways to nowhere in particular but stopped that as well. If it wasn't a skipping day or a humming day, maybe it was a piano listening day? Yes that's exactly what it was. Italy hurried off to find Austria who would surely be sitting at his piano right now playing his heart out. Oddly enough when the Italian found his master he wasn't playing on his piano. He was in a deep and hushed conversation with Hungary. Both of them looked over at the small nation as he pushed open the door.

"Italy…" Hungary sighed a sad look on her face.

It didn't seem like today was a piano listening day either. It did look like he was going to find out just what kind of day it was and what this off feeling he had was.

"What is it?" Italy asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Hungary wiped her eyes glistening with tears. "Italy… Holy Rome…" she started.

"Is he coming back?" he asked hopefully but inside he knew that wasn't the answer.

"He's dead Italy."

Hungary looked away and Austria looked at his desk. The brown haired man hated those words as much as Hungary but he saw the way his servant and the Empire had grown over the years. It must have been worse for Italy to lose his friend.

Italy's eyes started to water. "No you are lying." He said trying to convince himself this was just all some sort of a sick joke.

Austria handed him a folded up letter. "See for yourself. It's a letter from Prussia."

Italy read the letter quickly but dropped it to the floor. "It… It can't be." He denied his eyes wide as tears traveled down his cheeks and dripped onto the parchment. "It is not true. It is not!"

"Italy!" Hungary called as the young boy ran from the room leaving the letter on the floor.

"Let him go." Austria said catching her before she ran after him. "He needs time on his own."

The sky was now dark and the stars were visible in the sky along with the big and bright full moon.

"You lied!" Italy cried, "You promised you come back for me! You promised!" He collapsed to his knees the tears overflowing from his eyes.

~X~

Prussia was sitting in the corner of the room. The wooden chair was tilted against the wall so that the front two legs were off of the floor. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at the once Holy Roman Empire. Maybe his mind was just playing tricks on him but he could have sworn that he heard something.

He closed his eyes again ready to go back to his dozing but they popped open again. He had definitely heard someone. It could have been noises from outside the room but he would have heard footsteps. It couldn't have been Germany, he was asleep and Prussia had never heard him talk in his sleep.

He let the chair fall back on all four legs and walked over to the sleeping nation quietly.

"I'm sorry Italy…" The blonde mumbled his face glistening from drying tear tracks.

Maybe that's who Germany was talking about with that promise earlier this morning. He smiled softly and pulled the covers up. He'd get the boy back to Italy as soon as he got things straightened out. He headed back to his chair in the corner and closed his eyes.

"I'll come back Italy… I promised…"

Ok so I got Ivan back from Natalia but she followed us so we're hiding in a room.

*scratching on door* Natalia: Big Brother~! Marry me~~!

Ivan: TT^TT GO AWAY!

AHHHH! She broke the door down! Help!

Ivan: Help! Review and make her go away!