"I feel like und idiot!" Ludwig said.

He was standing in an outfit much like Holy Roman Empire had. It was comfortable yes, but he would never admit that. Mostly, it made him feel stupid. The others planned such a huge elaborate scheme, and really it was too much work for just a simple answer. He still had his doubts that he was the Ancient Empire. Yes he looked up to Holy Rome yes the likeness between him and Germania was uncanny, but just because he loved Italy didn't mean he was Holy Rome. They were all over thinking the whole thing.

"Shut up, the likeness really is uncanny." Said Austria.

Yes, Japan worked hard. Everybody had older outfits on, and for some reason they decided to bring Austria and Hungary over for this scheme.

"Doesn't mean I feel any less stupid!" Ludwig grumbled.

"Calm down Doitsu. This is for research! You love research!" Japan said. He was finishing the hemming of the cape. Japan really devoted himself to the whole "cosplay" thing.

Germany just wanted to know when Japan started these outfits, or if he was just that talented.

"He's all ready. He looks rather adorable!" Hungary said. She was helping Italy get ready too look as close to Chibitalia as possible.

Gilbert walked hand in hand with Matthew and bust up laughing.

"West…you look just like you did when I found you!"

"Shut up bruder." Ludwig growled.

"Don't be such a hoser Germany," Matthew said with a smile "I think you look really nice."

"Ho-ser?" Ludwig looked confused

Gilbert laughed.

"It's Canadian slang. Isn't it funny?"

Matthew shot Gilbert a glare "I will jersey you again Gilbert!"

Gilbert gulped audibly. (Don't ever piss Matthew off during a hockey game) He was incredibly grateful to be interrupted by Kiku.

"Ok lets go over the plan once more." Japan said

The plan was simple. They were going to recreate the time when little Italy was working for Austria with Hungary. Ludwig would be playing Holy Roman Empire. They were going to recreate the time when Roman Empire was leaving. That was the one very vivid memory Italy could recall. If anything might unlock Germany's memories, it was that moment. With fingers crossed the plan was launched into action.

Roderich was sitting at his piano, studying over a rather difficult piece of sheet music when he heard footsteps behind him.

"Mr. Austria, I made you some tea." Came Hungary's voice.

"Thank you." He said holding out his hand.

She placed the cup in his hands, and waited silently to see if he needed something else.

"Do you know where Italy is?" He asked without ever looking up at her.

"Yes sir. Do you want me to go and get her?" She asked.

He merely nodded, and she was out to go get Italy. She quickly retrieved the much bigger Italian.

He looked pretty much as adorable as he did when he was little. A handkerchief tied around his head and an adorable puffy dress with an apron tied around it. He was sweeping a room with a push broom, She grabbed him, push broom in hand, and wordlessly dragged him to Austria.

"Ve, yes Mr. Austria" He asked in a very soft and effeminate voice.

"Italy, I need you to grab some water from the well. The kitchen needs to be mopped."

"Yes, Sir." he walked off to a well to grab a bucket full of water.

He walked over to the well with a bucket in hand. His thoughts bouncing around. Why were they doing this? He was both happy and scared. He loved Germany yes, but would things change if he was Holy Rome? Would he go back to the old nation hungry for power, and asking Italy to become part of him again. He didn't want to think about that. His feelings for Germany were clear, but he couldn't become one with the empire. Not after Grandpa Rome. That was all too painful. What if he wasn't him? Would Germany make him prove his love to him again? He sighed heavily as he reached the well. He pulled the rope to drag a bucket of water up. Honestly he was astonished that Kiku had found a still working well. Or wait, did he have it built? He was unsure really. Why did Japan work so hard to make this happen? He figured he shouldn't question Japan. I mean they could make things really big and really small. Still hadn't figured out how to shrink people yet, but he still had hope.

He put his broom under his arms, and the heavy bucket in his hands. It really did feel much lighter than it was the first time he had done this. His heart was beating frantically in his chest. He knew what was coming before it even happened. He was nervous and sweating, not because the bucket was heavy. He heard the cape whipping against the wind, before he saw him. He looked up, and his breath caught in his throat. There, in an exact copy of the outfit from so long ago stood Germany, who looked identical to the empire. Feliciano couldn't find the courage to keep going. He felt a strong painful ache right in his heart. He was considering making a run for it. This was really throwing a wrench in the whole telling Germany I love him for him and not because he looks like Holy Rome thing. He dropped the bucket, and caught the attention of Germany.

Germany whipped his head and looked towards Italy. He gasped. This looked familiar. It felt familiar. Italy walked towards Germany, the broom he held was in a death grip as he got closer to him.

"So-so you are really leaving?" he asked Germany shyly. He was too afraid to even look at him.

Germany nodded stiffly. He coughed to clear his throat, and in a practiced semi-Italian accent said,

"Yes. I have to go."

"Can I give you something then? To remember me by."

He thrust the broom into Germany's hands.

According to the script, Germany was supposed to ask a question while pretending to remember why Italy handed him the broom. He didn't need to pretend though, his blue eyes sparkled as all his memories seemed to flood over him. Leaving, fighting, suffering, almost drowning, and meeting Prussia. Everything hit him at once.

"Germany? Germany?" Italy was worried. Normally focused Germany was looking quite dazed and not quite there.

Once Ludwig focused. He looked at Italy with a smirk on his face.

"Italy, I really am Holy Roman Empire."

And with that he grabbed Italy by the back of his head and crushed their lips together.

A/N) I had the biggest case of writer's block I have ever had. I would sit and sit in front of this story for hours with just nothing coming to me. It was absolutely awful, and I apologize so much to you guys! I know it really is no excuse, but its really the truth. To all of those who wanted The Morning After is still in editing stages (again, writers block) so just wait a little longer. My apologies again ya'll. I'm sorry if this chapter is a little blah there towards the end it started feeling really forced.

Oh and 40 followers seriously you guys I am beyond flattered over this. Along with all the people who have commented cuz it makes me feel really great!

In regards to Matthew's "jersey" comment it is a legit Canadian thing you grab someone by the back of their shirt and pull it up over there head so you can start beating the crap out of them.