The Rare Pair Files (Hetalia)

Author: Ashynarr

Summary: Since there are a lot of rare pair that are, well, rare, I decided to dedicate a little side collection of all the ones I write from here on out, however often I end up doing so. Mostly America or Canada centric pairings.

Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine.

Warning: GerAme, canonverse (sorta), Germany = HRE

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His head hurt and he had no clue where he was, and the light assaulting his eyes didn't help any. Rubbing at them to wipe away the worst of the tears, he took another risk looking around, trying to figure out what he was seeing exactly, because while it felt familiar he couldn't really remember seeing it before…

"Hey Luddy, you okay?" One of the men at his side asked, blue eyes wide with concern as he looked over to him, brows furrowing as he tried to place a name to him. It was about then that it struck him that he wasn't exactly a child anymore, and that there might be a reason he was having issues remembering things.

Glancing around for some sort of anchor to reality, he saw what could have been an older France, Spain, Hungary, Russia, and more, while others remained frustratingly nameless. THese were… other Nations as well perhaps? Did he know them, or-

His gaze slid a bit further and stopped along with his heart, because even though it was clearly a man standing there he could recognize those wide hazel eyes and curled hair anywhere-

"Italia? Is that you?"

There was a murmur through the hall, many glancing between the two who could not tear eyes from each other if they could.

"Yes?" The man asked, looking worried for him. "Are you alright, Ludwig?"

"I…" The German swallowed, recalling how he'd died and left her- him, him - behind for so long, his mind blurry to the details that he hardly cared about right not. "I'm so sorry."

The Italian stared at him. "Why? You were the one who got hurt..."

"I forgot. I left you behind. I'm so sorry…"

"...Holy Rome?"

All he could offer was a weak smile, because all those jumbled memories now his his head were really wearing what little focus he had away, and before he knew it he had a teary Italian in his lap, sobbing over what had been.

Of course, as focused and confounded as he was, he completely missed the blond from before quietly making his escape from the room, eyes suspiciously shiny as the door closed nigh silently behind him. Of course, he could be forgiven for missing it even without, as everyone else just so happened to be focused on the reunion as well.

'Maybe,' Alfred decided outside, taking a deep breath before turning to leave. 'This was for the best.'

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AN: this is probably the only fic I will ever write with Germany = HRE, because historically it doesn't make much sense and really people just use it to ship GerIta more. HRE died in Liechtenstein, so if anything do it with her or something. But I digress – I'm going with this old prompt because there needs to be more GerAme and I really liked having lots of Alfie feels available even if I have no clue how to write the rest of this fic right now.