WHOOOOOOAAAAAA. RedAurestium back here with another ridiculous chapter that will make you wonder what is life! Just kidding,but I do have a crappy chapter to give to you guys! Burgh...I drafted this yesterday up to 1am,so it's probably full of crapaola when I read it on the screen. Whooo~~~ヽ(≧Д≦)ノ

Chapter 1: Eh?!

"Beh...beh..." he muttered to himself as he doodled on the picture that came with the files. Like every other international conference,he didn't pay attention. Not like anything major,or even anything bothered him in the first place. Or the room's occupants either.

Meanwhile,Germany's deep voice resonated in the room,instructing the noisy nations to settle down to no avail. England and France were bickering again,thanks to France bringing up the subject of having the "best cuisine in the world" (whatever that meant) and England naturally disagreeing with him. Japan,with his usual blank face,was pretending to hear China's rambling of his products that he keep making,only to be terrified when Russia popped up from behind his seat and ready to squeeze China. America was endlessly babbling about what to eat after the conference,not realising that he was hitting the seemingly invisible Canada repeatedly in his face. Truth be told,no one even remembered that he was present,until China was complaining that there was someone else in the room other than them. Even so,Canada's turn never came.

It was truly the "usual" conference,if it was ever called one.

While Italy drew,he couldn't help but realise that one of the hats that he drew on the faces was a bit different from the rest. It had a narrow line near the top,and Italy thought it did look familiar. It took a few moments,but it dawned on him that it was none other than...

"Oh..."he sighed,leaning back. That simple drawing brought back so many memories,good and bad. It didn't help that this was the particular month that the news was released to the world. While he never keeps track of time,nor how long it had been,he knew it was a very long time. Even till today,he still clung on to his promise,wishing that his beloved would return. But he knew that wouldn't happen. But since it was the particular month,strange and distressing dreams had been getting to him more and more often,making him wake up in sweat or running to Germany,clinging to him for life,much to the other's annoyance.

Germany had long since given up on trying to calm the chaos,and turned his attention to Italy instead. While he would mutter to himself on how the Italian wouldn't pay attention,he couldn't help but feel concerned at his recent behaviour. It was so unlike him-very little of the endless chatter that lasted night and day. He was itching to ask Italy what was wrong,but at the same time did not feel like prying into his life. Not that he liked him or anything,he was just...concerned.

Stop thinking so much,he thought. We're just friends...best friends.

He walked over to Italy,who was staring intently at the files he doodled on. He glimpsed at them,not knowing what about it caught Italy's attention so much. He sat down at the chair beside Italy's and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Italy,what's-"

"Eeek!" the poor Italian squeaked. "Eh? Ah,I'm so sorry,Germany!" he went back to his usual chirpy self,his expression the familiar closed-eyes dopiness. "Ve~I'm just thinking of where to eat after this! I'm so hungry..."he sighed,as he slinked forward.

Germany obviously knew it was a lie,but he went along with it anyway. He didn't want to further stress Italy,who was back to being sullen and humming a sad tune while going back to doodling.

Why,why,why...

He wandered listlessly around the building,before remembering again that he had to go to the upper floors,specifically the 3rd one. He had somehow appeared in a toilet and a voice in his head told him to move along and pretend he belonged here.

There are so many places than toilets,you know...he grumbled.

As he made his way,he tried not to look awed by the chandeliers that gave off their own light without candles,metal cupboards that had glowing numbers that changed,and people who didn't dressed like him,especially women. The fact that they weren't wearing long flowing dresses. Or that men wore weird things around their necks that reminded him of pendants,only that it didn't end with an ornament,but a shiny rectangle that kept a card with text in it. There was so much to take in while holding in his temptation to touch practically everything.

It was also a surprised that he wasn't stopped by anyone yet:his appearance did make some people turn their gaze,but nothing more.

So there he was,in front the double doors to a room,with a lighted up box that said "Ongoing Conference". By now,he wished that he knew what made them glow,and also what the text meant,because from the outside he could hear sounds that didn't really sound like a conference.

"Are you really sure that this is 'the place'?" Holy Rome asked quizzically,seemingly to himself. He knew full well to whom the question was directed to,though. He scratched his head,and felt relieved that his hat was still there,or he felt pretty weird.

"Yes. That's where 'she' is,you moron." A voice replied,and Brittainia Angel appeared from thin air on his left. He was bemusedly glaring back at Holy Rome,who still thought that he looked upset because he ignored the angel. Does he even want to call this weirdo an angel?

"Fine,caterpillars. Except..." he felt queasy. He didn't know it would be so fast.

"Look,"Brittainia Angel began,"I'm not going to help you any farther than this. However,I will still be watching you if you really need help. But you have to face on your own now,git. Tata!" He ended sarcastically,and poofed(what...) away,leaving an uneasy Holy Roman Empire with a ten thousand questions to guide him in the whole process.

"Ahh,darn it..."he winced. His legs were trembling,and he wasn't sure whether it was fear or excitement. "I guess...I walk in like that?"

He hesitated before putting his hand on the long brass handle.

"Not like I have a choice. Let's do this." He gulped,and pulled the door. And it wouldn't budge. He panicked a little bit before noticing a label and facepalmed.

The door label said to push,not pull.

In the deep recesses of his mind he heard someone laughing away. He huffed.

"What the crap." With his heart in his throat he gripped the door handle once again and pushed it open.

...

The room fell silent at the sound of the door being opened,and its occupants looked up at who would come in for the (so-called) meeting. A man in dark navy attire, reminiscent of the 1400s,came in,and he looked slightly flustered at the sight in front of him,before muttering an apology and turning back to leave.

No,he thought,she's not there! Oh God I embarrassed myself didn't I-

"Hey!" someone called. He looked back,along with the others who had turned their gazes on the speaker. His eyes seemed barely open,a stubborn curl trailing from the left side of his brown hair. He was looking-is he actually looking- at Holy Rome with such intensity that he-

Why does he look so familiar?

It only took a few moments when he realised the man had sprung from his seat and was now squeezing him tightly. He didn't know how to react,especially not with the man's rapid speech.

"Err...Italy,you're crushing him-"another voice spoke up,much deeper this time. But the name mentioned was enough to make him gasp and hold the bubbling man by his shoulders.

"I-Italy?! Is this really you?!" he exclaimed. Said man looked so overjoyed he was in tears.

"Si! Si! It's Italy,Holy Rome! Do you remember? Tell me!"

"Y-Yes. Yes I do."

"VE~!" Italy was now crushing Holy Rome,much to the confusion of the other nations in the room.

The Holy Roman Empire was at a loss of words. He didn't know what to feel,but he knew that a majority of himself was over the moon and their reunion,and a very small part thinking of who the hell he actually loved so many centuries ago.

Heheh,I told you so! A voice giggled.

...WHAT EVEN.

Look guys,crap chapter! DON'T LOOK AT ME!

*Flips table to distract everyone* (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

-Red Aurestium `