"No seriously, who is she?" Germany asked again. "I would've known if she was a thief and tried to break in."
"I don't know. She seemed to now your security system better than I do. I am relieved a bit West. I thought she was some whore that you picked up and…" Germany rushed to put his hand over Prussia's mouth.
"Hmmm? What's all the noise?" a sweet voice came from inside. Germany moved to block the view to the outside.
"It's nothing, sweetie. You should go back to bed. This should only take a bit longer, and I'll be right there."
A pretty little face peeked out from Germany's side. When she saw me, she looked puzzled.
"Oh, hello! I don't believe we've met," she said to me. "I'm Veneziano, Germany's wife. Most people call me Italy. Can I ask why you are wearing my husbands clothes?" She looked from me to Germany. She didn't look angry or upset.
"Honestly, Italy, I don't have any idea who she is."
"Hmmm. I don't remember lending out your clothes to any girls. If I don't remember her and neither do you…" For some strange reason she broke out into a brilliant smile. "Mamma mia! What are doing just standing here? Come inside! I'm so glad you're here!"
Now it was my turn to be really confused. Italy had become all excited for no apparent reason. She pulled me down to sit beside her on the couch. I don't know where she got all of her energy considering she was immensely pregnant.
"It's always nice to meet another person affected by magic!" she practically squealed. Realization hit both Germany and Prussia. They immediately became more relaxed. They came out from the doorway. Germany sat on a chair by Italy's side, and Prussia opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of beer.
"How did you know?" I said, slightly startled that she knew my situation already.
She giggled. "It takes one to know one. Germany went through that ordeal before, haven't we honey?" Germany nodded reminiscing.
"Not exactly the most pleasant time, but it turned out all right in the end I suppose," he said.
"Let's start with the basics," Italy continued. "What is your name?"
I shook my head. "I like can't remember. The only things I have from before the curse is like whatever is in my two bags. Apparently not all of it is mine considering there was like this outfit."
"That does make things a bit more difficult. It might be a bit harder for you to break the spell, but I'm sure we can work it out," Italy mused. I yawned. How late had it gotten? Italy temporarily reigned in her excitement. "I also suppose that this investigation can wait until morning. You've probably had a long day." She grabbed my hand and led me to a bedroom.
"You can stay here for tonight. Get your rest because there will be lots to do in the morning!"
"I think I'll crash at your place tonight. Consider yourself extremely lucky! Better call home so my chick doesn't worry about the awesome me too much."
He picked up the phone. "Hey, sweetie! Yeah I know it's late. I'm staying over at West's house tonight…No I'm not drunk…Okay maybe I drank a little, but it was nothing the awesome me couldn't handle…Something came up. There was this girl and…Calm down! The awesome me doesn't do crap like that. Handling you is more than enough trouble…No way! I'm way more awesome than that pussy Austria, and you know it!... Yeah yeah, I'll be back tomorrow. All right…Ah, don't make me say it! There are other people…you know I do…fine! Ich liebe dich. Bye!"
"Ha! She's finally got you whipped, Bruder."
"It's more like frying-panned… Shut up, West! I do not want to hear that from you. If you require the awesome me, I'll be in my awesome old room." I could hear his footsteps pounding down the stairs.
Germany joined us back in the room I would be staying in for the night. He wrapped one of his long arms around Italy's shoulder.
"And you should get your rest, too," Germany said to his wife. She beamed up at Germany. She wrapped both of her arms around his waist.
They left me alone in the room. Italy had looked so happy with Germany. Had I ever experienced a happiness like that? Was it even possible to forget something like that?
I slipped out of Germany's clothes. I was able to find a pair of little shorts and a lacy pink tank top. These looked like they would be okay to sleep in. I pulled the heavy comforter up to my neck. I was surrounded by so many nice people, yet I felt so lonely. I felt myself longing for the company of my dreams.
I got more than I bargained for. The warmth I had longed for surrounded me. There was no skin on skin contact but it was just as intimae as the kiss from my last dream. I was no longer envious of the Italy's embrace. The mysterious man of my dreams held me close to his chest within his coat. I could feel his heart pounding through the thin fabric of my shirt. If this was a memory or simply a dream, I didn't care. This was my happiness and comfort. I tilted my head back so I could take a look at his face one more time.
His blue-green eyes were staring back at me. If these were the only memories I could ever remember, I wouldn't mind. I closed my eyes for a minute as the man brought his forehead to my shoulder.
The dream morphed into something else. I was floating over him in a cool little stream. Through the clear water I could see his bare chest. My hand was in his hair weaving small white flowers into his long brown locks. His cool hand moved to my face. I longed for him to touch me more.
The scene changed again, as if to my request. My eyes hurt. I could feel the tears streaming down my face. My body was shaking uncontrollably. "Liet…Liet! I'm so sorry. Don't take him away! Don't! I was…I'm supposed to protect him! Don't leave Liet!" Why I couldn't I stay quiet? My sobs drowned out the comforting words he was trying to tell me. His naked arms wrapped around me. My body calmed down as if he was my special medicine. Liet. Was that his name?
The dream brought me more visions. Liet in the stream facing away from me. Scars laced his backside. He was completely naked yet completely perfect. Liet stripping off soaking wet clothes in the dark light of the fire. The flames created dark shadows across his body. He had pinkish purple spots on his chest. Where in the world did he get those?
The last vision answered my internal question. It was me and Liet surrounded by a pink screen. My lips were on the base of his neck. I pulled away. I didn't want to be punished like I had been earlier. There was a bright pink spot where my lips had been. So those marks had been me. I could hear the soft heavy breathing of Liet. He was sleeping soundly. I gently pulled away from him, and he flipped to his back. His face was sweet. His slightly open mouth released the sweetly delicate sighs of sleep. I straddled his hips. My hands were nervous as I unbuttoned his shirt down to his navel. My hands rested on his chest. It was more muscular than I thought. I rested my body on top of his. My lips hit all of the spots I had seen earlier.
But of course all good and happy things had to end. My eyes opened to a new day. I was greeted by the sunlight through the window and the mysterious smell of pancakes. I was one step closer to the happiness of my dreams. I didn't have my name, but I did have his. In my mind, that seemed so much more significant.