Germany felt like he was hit by a ton of bricks. What did the Italian say? Holy Roman Empire? He had heard of Holy Roman Empire before, but only in books. Did the Italian know him? More importantly why would he be dreaming of him? Even more so, why did he feel hurt by this?

Ludwig stood up. He needed some air, or a distraction. He went to leave for his office. He walked over to open the door, but was stopped by a weak voice.

"Ludwig?" Italy said, still half dazed.

"Go back to bed Italy. I'm just going to bring my vork in here so I can tend to you vhile you rest, ja?"

Italy nodded, and laid back in bed. Germany seemed really tense, and Feliciano was scared he was going to leave him alone. He closed his eyes, but didn't sleep. There he was, haunting his dreams again, but what could this all mean? Was he doomed to keep reliving the most painful memory in his life? Or was there something even bigger working at hand?

Germany closed to door to the boys room, and allowed himself a moment. He leaned against the door, his heart pounding furiously against his chest. He ran his fingers through his slick blonde hair, and sighed deeply. Okay moment over, and he took long strides to his office area. He gathered up his paperwork, and fought the urge to throw them in the air, and punch his oak desk repeatedly until his knuckles bled. Was this, jealousy? Was he jealous over something or someone who no longer even existed. He put the papers down, and reached into a drawer in his desk. He pulled out a book, and sat in his chair putting to book in front of him. He opened it, and began searching.

America with his blonde hair and ahoge, smiling stupidly with big blue eyes, and a stupid thumbs up was on the first page. They created this book after the first meeting so everyone knew what the other countries looked like. Even unrecognized Micronations, and past nations. He kept flipping the pages of country after country, what they looked like, certain traits, and other things. He even passed himself

"Gott vhat und awful picture. I look angry." he said, the he stopped when he found what he wanted.

Holy Roman Empire, an older looking photo was in the book of a very young looking boy. He had on a big hat and a cape billowing behind him. The picture was black and white, but Germany thought it looked almost familiar. There wasn't much to be said on the empire, but one line caught his attention

"Holy Roman Empire attempted to get Italy to join him, but was turned down repeatedly."

Germany grit his teeth. Italy did know him. Germany needed to get his temper under control, and confront Feli with this information. He calmly stood up, and promptly picked up his heavy chair, and broke it by stomping his foot through it. His chest heaved in exertion, his hand bawled into first, and some strands of hair flew in front of his face. He took a deep breathe, slicked back his hair, and gathered up his paperwork to take into Italy's room.

He walked in and noticed Feli was still sleeping. He creeped in quietly. He stacked the papers on a desk in the room. He walked over to Italy, and placed a hand on his head. His fever had dropped significantly.

"Ludwig..." Italy sighed.

"Ja, how are you feeling?"

"A little better thanks to you." Italy went to sit up

Germany helped him "Don't strain yourself."

"No! I'm fine I don't need help." He blushed as Germany left his arm around his shoulder.

Ludwig noticed and moved his arm quickly. He coughed awkwardly, and went to sit at the desk. He began to bury himself in his work. Signing this, reading over that. All of it just seemed to blur together. He couldn't focus on any of the words. One single question repeating over and over in his head. He began to get angry. Why was this bothering him so much? He sighed and slumped in his seat.

"Italy did you know holy Roman empire?"

Italy was shocked. What did Germany know that he didn't. Was Germany psychic? Did he know his dreams? What about the dream with Ludwig covered on pasta...wait off topic. He had to think of a noncommittal answer.

"Sí. Back when I was very young. He wanted me to join with him. After I saw what happened with Grandpa Rome, I didn't want to go through that. Then one day he left. Later on I was told he wouldn't be coming back." He was holding his knees to his chest now.

"Oh vell you said his name in your sleep."

"Mama Mia really?" Italy blushed and held his face in his hands. "I guess I was dreaming of my childhood. Must have thought about him in passing" it was half truthful. He wasn't about to let the German know his secret desires.

"Oh" was all Ludwig could say. He saw the blush, and the way Italy reacted. He wouldn't push anymore. He felt defeated by an Empire long gone.

-The next morning-

Italy was back to his old self. Jumping around and hanging on Germany. Ludwig acted like it bothered him, but in all honesty, he couldn't get enough of it. They were waiting for Kiku who was coming over for an Axis meeting today.

"Herro Germany, Italy." Japan said upon meeting the two countries

"Hiya Japan!" Italy said waving his hand above his head

"Guten Morgen Japan." Germany said with a stiff nod "Italy vhy don't you let the adults talk, and go paint me a picture."

"Oh boy!" Italy ran off without another word.

Ludwig turned to Kiku "What do you know about Holy Roman Empire, Kiku?"

Japan shrugged "Not much rearry. An old joining of European countries. He seemed to disappear after awhile. Why?"

Germany ran his fingers through his hair "Does anybody know what he looked like?"

"Itary told me once. Actually he rooked a lot like a younger you."

A/N) wow I'm so surprised at how fast this story got popular. Thanks to my reviewers, favoriters, and followers it help me churn out a faster chapter! Oh I didn't do Japans full accent just because I figured not only would it be difficult to write, but difficult to read also. Open to suggestions though. Also should I translate the other languages at the end? I want to make it easier to understand.