Germany flicked the lights on as he stepped through the door of his home. The final treaties had been signed this morning and the celebrations were still on going with him simply have had excused himself earlier on for the night. The second Great War had ended. They had won.

And yet he could not find any happiness in the situation. There wouldn't be any more fighting after this for quite a while; he was convinced of that. He should be back at the party alongside Japan and America.

Alongside Italy…

He shook his head, taking off his coat and shoes and placing them neatly away in their appropriate cupboards. His best military uniform was still neat and tidy from the meetings and numerous photographs they needed to pose for and he headed to his bedroom in order to hang it up. England had been quietly sombre through the entire affair, as documents were signed and agreements made. Canada had to reprimanded twice, something America continued to find amusing as the drinks came around later. In contrast to the stoic meeting hall the lively tavern they gathered that evening was loud, with cheers routinely being shouted and more rounds being ordered between all the ranked men invited to attend. Germany had left after Japan started up a lively drinking game when he ran out of dirty jokes to tell.

And Italy the entire way through the day could not stop smiling. They had already celebrated with just each other a few times and he suspected they would again now that the war had officially ended. He sat on the edge of his bed partway through changing in order to think.

He didn't hate the act so much as the feelings behind it. Or rather, the lack of feelings he had when it came to their encounters together. It was nothing like he imagined an intimate relationship with the nation would be like, but perhaps what he imagined was more an ideal than a reality. It was disappointing. The entire time they were together like that, he was going through the motions to please him while spending every second imagining something else. At this point, someone else.

He hung his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes as he thought. Smiles were always better than smirks.

"Italy…" he thought allowed and focusing on that bright smile. He would give anything to have those times back when he would catch the other picking flowers rather than train. When he needed to pick up after him or hold him after he had a nightmare. To have that again Germany would give up the cleanliness of his home or the victory they had just achieved.

He shook his head. Could he really admit to such a thing? "Italy, I wish things were not like this…"

Pop.

Germany lifted his head at the noise and the angel standing just before him, more surprised at who it was than the manner he had appeared. England blinked twice and scowled, clenching his fists. "No..." His entire body shook as he growled at the stunned nation. "No. You are not allowed to be unhappy."

Germany wasn't sure how to respond, watching in silence as the angel paced in front of him, wings angrily twitching behind his back. "Do you have any idea what's been going on at my home? If I can even call it that?!"

"Uh…?" the German glanced to side and continued to stare.

"I have to answer to you and your god damn team! One that includes a nation that I raised! Some of my earnings have to go to you and I have to have my decisions approved by you." He snarled and screamed from his frustration. "I don't get wishes to try and make things better because that's what happens to the person forced to grant them! What could even be making you so sad?!"

Germany shifted uncomfortably in the other's harsh glare. "You are here to help somehow?"

"Yes," the angel spat in disgust, "I am here to help. You get a wish with magic. And no memory of making it. Simple. Now make it so I can leave and go back to my miserable existence."

"It's… Italy…" Germany admitted slowly, looking down and watching his hands. This entire thing could be a mistake, but perhaps it was the timing that made him want to share. "When you asked what was making me sad."

"Italy…?" Britannia Angel paused and taped his chin, the anger momentarily disappearing. "I could have sworn…"

Germany looked up at him. "What about him? Do you know something?"

The angel shook his head. "It's just similar to something you asked for before."

"Before…?"

"You wouldn't remember it. And that was a long time ago." The angel shrugged. "What is making you upset about him now?"

He wasn't sure how much to admit to this person about his troubles and really wasn't one to generally open up about his feelings. And still his mouth seemed to open and move on its own. "He is not the Italy I've known."

Britannia Angel tilted his head slightly, one large eyebrow arching. "And you want to do something about that…?" He began to smile slightly. "I could help. I can't change him directly, but I could set time back to before he wish- I mean, when he was the way he was before." A full on grin spread across his face, "Yes, yes… I could do something like that. Just wish for it!"

Germany shook his head. "I don't want to change him…" he muttered quietly, missing the sudden drop in the angel's mood. "If this is how he is to be now…" He closed his eyes, focusing on what he longed for. "I wish to change to match him."