We are one

Chapter 1

F-Fratello...

Italy hugged the pillow that layed in his arms. Tears fell from his cheeks onto the pillow. The bedroom dark, no sorce of light except for the moon and stars. His heart ached. Romano always stayed in the Italian's mind. They're childhood, so great. It would be better if the brothers hadn't been separated from each other.

"I miss y-you, Romano!!"

The cry echoed from the walls. Italy wanted some comfort, but the Axis were away. He was all alone. The crying didn't stop until he wasted all his energy and fell asleep.

"Look Romano! Isn't it good?" a small and happy Italian accent cheered.

Italy widened his eyes, for there was his little self- mostly known as Chibitalia. Chibitalia was standing on a stool, brush and some paint in hand. A canvas stood in front, a picture of 2 apples and a tomato with such a beautiful scenery stained the white paper. Italy smiled to himself, remembering how cheerful he was when he was just a little kid.

That smile soon faded as his eyes landed on another small version of this nation. A kid Romano, known as Chibi Romano, had taken a bite out of a tomato. Chibi Romano looked at the picture. All he did was nod. Romano wasn't the one with the talent and friendly attitude. He used to envy Italy for this. Romano never understood why but whatever he did he failed- except for being an ass.

After a minute, Italy took his eyes off Chibi Romano and looked forward. He couldn't believe it. His feet automatically started running. Romano... He was there too with his back turned. As Italy was about 2 yards away from Romano, he began walking forward. Italy was just about to touch Romano's shoulder somehow he fell through a hole. The ground didn't get darker, it was still white.

Italy couldn't scream, all he could do was try to reach back to the top as he fell. Everything was just pure white, he couldn't see anything but his own self. He felt himself land on the ground and he let out a groan.

Italy lifted his head up once he got the strength. There it was. The backs of Chibitalia and Chibi Romano greeted Italy's brown eyes. They were wearing the white robes they used to wear before they got separated. Soon a white glow started from their feet up. The boots appeared first. Chibitalia's green maid dress appeared after that. Chibi Romano's red maid dress was next. Chibitalia had broom in his hand and Chibi Romano had a tomato in his.

Italy watched as they turned so their backs were facing each other. Then, their legs started moving. Italy first watched his younger self leave. Chibitalia had stopped walking when he was faced with Hungary and Austria. Hungary's green eyes sparkled as she looked at Chibitalia. Austria slightly smiled, looking with Hungary. Then, Italy looked over to Chibi Romano. He stopped when was met with Spain, Belgium, and Netherlands. Spain and Belgium knelt down, admiring Romano's cuteness. Netherlands looked the other way, seeming not to care.

Both the brothers smiled to their new companions and guardians. Italy smiled as he watched when his childhood begin.

"Gah!!"

Italy's eyes darted open. They were still a bit dry from crying the other night. He rubbed them, trying to wake up more. Once he did Italy also remembered the dream he had dreamt. The Italian smiled, remembering the good life he grew up to.

He walked in the kitchen, having his mouth into a smile. He opened the fridge and took out a plate. Some cold pasta rested on the plate. Italy heated up the cold pasta and begand to eat it.

--At the line--

Romano sighed as his eyes stared at the black straight mark that stained the ground. It separated him and his brother.

"Damn it..." he cursed under his breathe.

Well, he couldn't help it. Romano needed to see his brother. Of course, no one knew he felt like this. Sure, he liked being with Spain but he needs to see his annoying younger brother once in a while.

Romano decided it was time to leave. He turned back and began walking. Little did he know, after he walked away Italy ran to line. Italy didn't know he had just missed Romano.

Italy sighed and sat down, believing that Romano would come. The Italian brothers would meet each other but never had crossed the line. Everyday they'd wait for each other, hoping the other would come. It wasn't often they'd see each other. Italy stayed at the line for an hour before leaving.

We'll see each other tomorrow, I know it...