I ded. School keeled me. Uhuheh,no I have no reason to avoid the questions incoming.

But after 3 months,feel free to kill me for this crappy chapter I had no idea how to come up with in the first place. But when I checked my email and saw the reviews,I felt so bad…SO LET'S GO!

I think,after this,the action comes too fast. Wait wat

ALSO,SCREW GEOGRAPHY. :P

-Red Aurestium

ヘ（ｏ｀）ヘ໒(ᴗ)७✎▤

Dear Diary…

Ciao! It's me,Italy again! I really can't believe what happened! Is it a miracle of some sort?! Holy Roman Empire came back! I…I don't even know what to say right now…since that day. How long was it,to be honest? And I can finally tell Germany who Holy Roman Empire really is!

I really didn't know what to feel at that moment. Angry or excited or crying…I just…I just ran at him after catching his attention. Yeah. Because I didn't really know what else to do right there. Maybe I was scared?

…But while I was cooking pasta for everyone to celebrate,I overheard Germany and Holy Rome talking…it scared me,because since the time we left the conference room,Germany's acting…strange. I feel a little bit scared. Maybe because Holy Rome is back? Is Germany…just maybe…jealous?

Hehe! I shouldn't think of it that way! They're gonna be best friends,you watch me! I'll make sure everyone's happy!

-Italy Veneziano

3 weeks later…

"Dammit! It isn't 100%!" Holy Rome sighed as he took the pillow and hit his face on what seemed to be the umpteenth time. He was irritated that he kept losing out on the "All Charming" score on Deemo. His slight OCD was probably one of the most annoying thing he had right now. He ought to practice on the real piano (which Austria kept hogging to himself) to please Italy. He couldn't help but want to play all the songs he was hearing now just to entertain the person he once loved.

Ahh.

He flopped on the bed,sighing as he clutched the bolster. While he had not expected Italy to be a boy,love was still love and he still loved Italy. He was cute. Clumsy. A dummy,but still kept a strange sense of "grace" from so long ago. Painting,cooking,and occasionally,cleaning. He was never able to take his eyes of Italy. He would sometimes come up to Holy Rome and make fun of him or poke him,before running off,or just generally run off when he saw the latter. At least they both had the decency not to chase each other around like children.

And then there was Germany. Strong, powerful,the one who "took over" after his disappearance. He learnt that there were two wars and he was involved with both,but inevitably lost. Italy always liked to be with Germany and the mere sight of them talking to each other was enough to make Holy Rome scream silently in anger . Day by day,it was making him angrier and angrier that he was related to Germany. Looking the same too…Holy Rome only wanted to be the best for Italy. He took a pillow and,well,screamed into it.

"Obvious pre-relationship problems,it seems. Do you want me to help?" The angel ssaid,landing delicately on another pillow. Holy Rome being grown up and all did not mean he was insusceptible to problems similar to a lovesick teenage child.

"Of course I do! What do you expect?! I can't lose to that…that buff idiot of a Bruder! Even so… I can't fight him!" He sat up and hugged the pillow even tighter in rage. "I don't have an army,don't represent anything,or fight him physically…I'll get crushed!"

He sighed to himself. "I'm not asking for the world,you know. Just…Italy. I just want him to really like me,that's all! You're magical,can't you think up of something?"

"Pui!" Britannia spat out. "What the hell do you think I am now? Love guru? How about you think up of something fancy like-oh."

A sly grin crept up Britannia's face as he abruptly stopped speaking. "You do know they went on a sort of a "date" and it epic failed,right? (A/N: You all know which one,guys.) I'm having a feeling they're still weirded out by that if you ever bring it up."

"They did?"

"Yes. I think from that,you can build it up. You convince him slowly. After all,you did confess your love for "him". He probably still remembers it well and would be dying to talk it all out."

Holy Rome's mind wandered back to so long ago. When he said he loved Italy since the 900's…hell,he meant it.

"So what are we waiting for? Let's start planning it,then…also,you got cash?"

Italy still wondered about the little note on his dresser table. It was intricate,and it invited him to a date at night,at the restaurant near the hilltop. He hadn't been there before. He looked at himself in the mirror: simple,yet formal. It was definitely either Germany or Holy Rome who invited him,not a girl. Girls don't invite. He sighed.

Since that incident…

He felt a slight stab in his heart when he thought of it. He didn't really expect it and he felt beyond terrible for rejecting Germany. He didn't really mean marrying him! It was only after that that he learnt that Germans actually take red roses as a confession of their love. Not in Italy though. You could give anyone roses, whether friendship or confession. While they remained close,an accidental slip-up would induce a real awkward silence.

Both Germany and Holy Rome had gone out,the former on some work-related matters despite being a Saturday,and the latter saying he had gone out for a walk. It was slightly predictable,but he wasn't taking any chances.

He was led by a waiter to the quiet part of the restaurant overlooking the city. While he had been in high floors in buildings,he would always be shaken from his reverie whenever he stared out. It made him slightly annoyed,because he liked to look out and dream his dreams.

The waiter poured him and for the chair opposite goblets of Dom Pérignon before bowing and taking his leave. He was still thinking of who was really meeting as he sipped, when Holy Rome sauntered in. Italy's eyebrows lifted slightly.

He was dressed in something similar to his philosopher outfit,except it had more gold accents at the ends and golden frog clasps. He was also wearing gloves.

"Guten Abend,Italia." He smiled before taking the seat opposite Italy. Italy was still in a slight state of shock.

"G-good Evening,Holy Rome…" Italy stuttered.

"I know this isn't much and probably too fancy for your taste. But…I just want you to really enjoy yourself tonight. This is the most I could do,maybe because you probably went around Berlin a few hundred times over."

"…That isn't true. I've never been here. But…why?"

"…"

"…"

Holy Rome looked around a bit before leaning closer and taking Italy's hands in his own,surprising the latter,going slightly red.

"…because you won't believe how I actually came back. No one has actually asked me how I came back,or why. It's…ridiculous. Furthermore…"

"Yes…?"

It's time,douche! Say what you said literally 208 years ago,git!

"E-even after so long,I,uh…Italy,I still. Love. You."

It was nearly impossible,but when Holy Rome said it,he felt something like leading to a train wreck. Not any better. (A/N:Ok,what?)

He's not going to acknowledge it. Nope. No. This is going to be all wrong and I'm dead and oh wait I do wish I'm dead again I-

A sudden hug woke him,and it took him a few seconds to realize. Italy wasn't frozen in place or the sort;but burying his face deep into Holy Rome's chest,sniffling and holding him tight.

"So you do remember…"

After the dinner,it felt different for the Holy Roman Empire. He tried his best to tell the ridiculous-but-true story of how he came back (he had agreed with Britannia that he would tell of the angel's existence earlier on),how he actually "grew" and the sort. Italy was only able to nod in wonder the entire thing.

"I really hope you don't call me crazy or anything. I'm telling you the truth. I don't even know how to put it into words either." Holy Rome said,as they sat on a bench in a park facing a pond.

"But the very least,you're being honest. What of me? I…" Italy trailed off,looking ahead.

Holy Rome stopped anymore doubts by leaning in and giving Italy a deep kiss on his lips. This was probably the most perfect moment to do what he had planned from the very beginning-making Italy happy. That is,until a weird feeling in his gut compelled him to look up.

It was much too fast,but he saw someone slip away.

WHAAAAAAATTTTTT ISS THIS BS ARGH. THE AMOUNT OF NO IDEAS THO

But I definitely knew I rushed it. I really didn't know what to write. I'm sorry! Because of this, it probably isn't going to be as long as I thought.

So,here! A shitty chapter! From the shitty RedAurestium! Timme for me to turn this off… XP

Red Aurestium,signing off! ( ･ω･ )ゞ :V

-Red Aurestium