Several months later everything seemed to get back to normal. Italy was panting heavily trying to stay in front of Germany. These training sessions were getting ridiculous. Italy didn't run not unless it was away.
"Italy!" Germany yelled in his big scary voice "Vhy is it you can never seem to focus during training?"
"Ve…well because I hate running!" Feliciano replied honestly.
"Oh, but if the British Army is coming you can run like your life depends on it?"
"The British Army is scary!"
"Und I'm not?"
"No, not really."
"Vell, vhat if I was the Holy Roman Empire, vanting you to join me."
"We've been through this before, no."
"Become one with the empire Italy." Ludwig had his arms outstretched, with a crazed smile on his face.
"Ludwig, stop!" Italy took a step back from him.
Germany lunged at Italy, and the little Italian took off like a flash. Germany running quickly after him. Feliciano looked behind him, and saw Germany, his Germany, chasing after him with a genuine smile on his face. He slowed down, and was immediately tackled to the ground by Ludwig.
"You're heavy get off!" He yelled, trying to push the German off of him.
"Nein mein liebe." Ludwig supported himself on his arms, and began kissing the Italian below him.
Feli responded back kissing Ludwig deeply, and wrapping his arms around the blonde's neck.
"Are you two done basically fucking on the grass here?" they heard a voice say.
Ludwig pulled back, only to stare into the dark brown eyes of Italy before responding with,
"Shut up Gilbert."
Feliciano giggled upon hearing Gilbert huff.
"Are you guys ready for our double date?" They heard Matthew ask. He apparently appeared out of nowhere.
"Si, sorry Ludwig, I forgot to tell you I planned a double date with Prussia and Canada today." Feli said giving Ludwig a pout that said just shut up and do it for me.
"Oh ja? Vell, alright. Ve can go, I guess."
"Yay!"
Germany stood up and offered Italy a hand, who took it to pull himself up. They walked hand in hand to the house, followed by Gilbert and Matthew. Italy was blushing heavily. It still surprised him how Ludwig would grab his hand and walk with him like that. He never really acknowledged it, but it was something he just did.
To Italy, these past couple of months had been a whirlwind of emotions, and feelings. He didn't think his love for Ludwig grew after they found him to be his first crush, but Ludwig definitely seemed to change. It wasn't an instant completely different person, but at times he was sweet and caring. Ludwig didn't see the changes in himself, but others did. A smile or a nice word was all it took for people to be scared of the change in the normally brash empire.
They got to the house, and went into their shared room now. Lovers couldn't have separate rooms anymore. Even if Italy would sleep with Ludwig, before they became lovers. Italy sat on their shared bed, and smiled happily to himself. Yes, these few months had been blissful and happy.
Germany looked at Italy sitting on the bed, and turned back to the closet to grab an outfit as a blush colored his cheeks. He coughed in an attempt to reel in his feelings. He also grabbed an outfit for Feliciano and threw it at him. The little Italian jumped out of bed, and freaked out. He wasn't expecting an article of clothing to come flying at him.
"Germany, you scared the pasta out of me!" he yelled.
Germany snickered, and walked over to the Italian. He wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close.
"I'm sorry Italy. You looked like you weren't focusing again. You must be hungry. That's the only time you never seemed to be able to focus."
"Shut up! Just because we grew up together, doesn't give you the right to rub things like that in my face."
"Ja it does, Chibitalia."
Italy blushed at the little nickname. "Shut up, Holy Rome."
Germany leaned down and captured Italy's lips with his own. Italy wrapped his arms around his neck again, and moaned into Germany's mouth as he felt a wet tongue probing at his lips. The kiss got hot and heavy as tongues searched, and hands wandered into hair and flesh. That was, until a rough knocking at the door forced them apart.
"Come on newlyweds! Mein Birdie and I are hungry!" Gilbert yelled through the door.
"Prussia," they heard Matthew yell "Don't be so mean. Let them be." Canada really was a polite person.
"We should get dressed, Ludwig" Italy said blushing heavily as he pulled away from Germany.
The German grabbed Italy's wrist and pulled him back
"I have one question for you, Italy."
"What, Germany?"
"Können Sie sich an mich erinnern?"
For some reason Germany kept asking him this question, and Italy just blew it off. Today he was going to answer the question seriously.
"I remember who you were, Holy Rome, and I will remember you are now, Germany. It doesn't matter who you were, or who you are. No matter what, I will always love you."
"I love you too Italy. Have since the 900's still do now."
They shared another kiss, and decided they should get dressed before Prussia attempted to kick in the door.
A/N) Here it is, the final Chapter of Können Sie sich an mich erinnern? (Obviously: Do you remember me?) I hope you all loved it as much as I enjoyed typing it. It wasn't as long as I first intended it to be, but I could only hold off the reveal for so long. Thank you to everyone who has commented, faved, and followed. Special thanks to my super sweet Glitter Doom Cloud for all her sweet comments. Sorry they didn't bone sweetheart they did earlier, and you can go fangirl knowing they do it quite frequently now that they are together.
I hope you all enjoyed the story! I will be having some more Hetalia fics in the future, of that, I can assure you. Thanks again for all the support!