-Italy's Point of View-

As I felt I was far enough away, my skip faltered into a walk. I didn't know if it was normal to run away from someone you loved—normally wouldn't you want to stay by their side? Part of me wants to… So badly that I almost bolt from my home and run to his—some days I do. But another part of me knows this feeling is unrequited and that I'd just be a burden to him. That or hurt myself in the process. There's still some small shred of hope clinging to my heart that he may learn to love me, but that shred grows thinner each day.

I pass by a field of daisies and take in the marvelous view. The flowers danced with each other in the wind, swaying and speaking quietly and gently. Joining hands as lovers, as friends. It is for this reason I yearn to be a flower—at least in my next life. Perhaps… Just maybe Germany could become one as well, and we'd be as the white-pedals beauties rooted to the soil in front of me.

I lay down in the flowers, a smile lifting onto my cheeks. It wasn't that goofy smile that I always put on in front of others; it was a rare, true smile. A smile of elation that flooded my system as I daydream of what might be—what I wish would be. I let my mind wander to places I didn't know exist, and before I know it, my eyelids flutter shut, but I'm still very much aware of my surroundings. It's like sleep, but it isn't sleep. It's something new entirely and I loved the feeling.

I was sitting on a stone in the middle of a crystal pond. There were a few smaller stones but I was on the largest one. I had the strength to move—even to fly if I so desired—but I chose to stay still; my breathing calmed to what seemed like a dream but felt so real. The aroma was unlike any I had smelled before. The Lilli pads in the water seemed to reach up and lay small kisses on my fingers as I dipped them into the chilly water.

The water was so clear I could see every organism that dared to show themselves to me. Various fish—some that I had no idea what they were, others I knew the name and everything about them. For a moment of curiosity, I dipped my nose into the water, letting the purity engulf my face. The cool water bickered with the contrasting warm sunlight. I pulled out of the pond and sat up, my bangs now glued to my forehead. The same smile from the meadow stretched back onto my face. If only I could stay like this forever.

But a there was an emptiness in the air. Throughout all the phenomenal experiences and things in this fabricated world, there was something missing. A huge, gaping hole in the middle. In plain sight, yet unseen at first. It was him.

-Narrators Point of View-

"Where is that kid?" Germany asked himself as he tried to follow the trail Italy had left. He had only just fixed his knee and Italy was already wearing it out.

His pace slowed to a walk as he took in the beauty around him. His ice-blue eyes stood still for a moment or two on each thing around him as if he was memorizing them. For once he had stopped his bustling world and stopped to smell the roses—or would daisies be more appropriate? He came to the same spot Italy had stopped. He looked at all the flowers, taking in a deep breath. Even he had to admit they held beauty that was indescribable—uncontainable.

His footsteps strayed into the field by an invisible magnet before his gaze fell upon a girl—Oh, no, that was Italy. He walked towards him, kneeling next to him. What he saw shocked him. He had always seen Italy smile, but this was different. The smile graced his lips beautifully and showed no other emotion than bliss. His hair fell upon his face so prettily despite the sun's attempt to drench them with sweat. His ivory skin didn't fall under the spell of sunburn so easily. He looked completely innocent. Completely… Beautiful. He thought.

His eyes widened at his thought. Was it normal to think of your friend as beautiful? Germany shrugged it off—it was only a one-time occurrence after all.

His thoughts were interrupted as Italy started to stir, his smile being replaced with a look of distress Germany had never seen on him before. Italy without a goofy grin was something different… something he wasn't used to. He wasn't sure what was happening. Was he having a nightmare perhaps?

Germany touched his shoulder, "Italy," he said gently, "Italy, wake up."

-Italy's Point of View-

Italy looked around his Wonderland again, but this time the beauteous nature did not sooth him. The pitter-patter of the small animals' feet did not make him giggle. The Lilli pads did not kiss him. The sun felt heavier on his shoulders and he started to move off his rock, walking off the other ones. With each step he took, he got more eager. He broke out into a run, though his lean body was still graceful as his head whipped around in every direction.

"Germany?" he asked gingerly, "Germany, where are you?"

-Narrator Point of View-

"Germany, where are you?" Italy said hardly in a whisper, but the German caught the words that tumbled from his lips.

"I'm here, Italy wake up," Germany shook his shoulders a bit harder.

Italy's eyes opened heavily before squinting at the bright sun. "Ve… Where am I..?" he asked, not expecting a reply.

"I have no idea," Germany chuckled.

Italy jumped at the sound, "G-Germany! What are you doing here? How long have you been here?" Questions plundered from his lips.

"I followed you. And not that long," he replied easily, as if he'd expected the inquiries.

Silence filled the sky and wind as they had nothing more to say—at least until Germany opened his mouth.

"Were you having a nightmare?" he asked.

Italy pondered the question. At first, he was going to say Of course not, why would you think that? But the words were caught in his throat. Was it a nightmare? When he started, it was beautiful and so lovely he would have died happily that minute… But when he realized Germany wasn't there, his heart constricted and started to pound panicky. Was everything of peace nothing compared to the love he held for this large man next to him?

"Yes…" he whispered hardly audibly, but somehow the German heard him, "Yes… I think I was."

I'd like to thank you TONS for reviewing and following! It really means a lot to me :3 I wrote this listening to Ai Kotoba by Shounen T~ Sorry if the chapter was a little confusing for switching POVS but I hope it was tolerable. I'll try to update soon!