Strike Witches: Fallen Humanity

Friendly

He was going to shake her a bit to wake her up.
With his right hand he leaned forward while with his left he shook her shoulder slightly.

Before he did it there was a moment of total darkness, suddenly he couldn't see anything anymore, he felt cold. In that small moment he felt fear and curiosity, he tried to look at his past memories but... There was nothing. What was his name? How old was he? Where was he?  Why doesn't this place look familiar?

He stopped thinking for a few seconds to get his mind back together. He remembered functions like breathing, walking, and thinking, a good point to start. 
He remembered where he came from, a place known as the Italian Peninsula or Romagna and he remembered its language. He also remembered the language he used to communicate, English.
He also remembered how to hold a rifle, reload and shoot, as well as remembering his rank, so he was in the military... Of what nation?
Well, he had a place to start, the girl in front of him was from the same nation, so she wasn't a threat.

"Hey, hey, wake up... Parli la mia lingua, si?" He asked gently.

"W- What is it?" She replied sleepy "W- Who are you?".

"Do you speak my language? Sei di qui, giusto? La parli? He kept asking.

She regained complete consciousness, feeling strange hearing Roman since lately she always used Britannian to communicate, but after all they were in Romagna, her home.

"Wait. Parli Romano?" She asked curiously.
"Eh sì. Ciaooo" He replied, happy to know there was someone who spoke the same language.

"Ciao. Who are you? She asked.

Who was him? He remembered a serial number.
"I'm IT77... Forget that. Andrea, I'm Andrea" he responded.

"I'm Francesca Lucchini, from Romagna, where are you from? You work here?" She asked.

"I guess I also come from Romagna. I'm a soldier" he replied.

To Francesca it all seemed very strange.  This person was young, certainly not a male, otherwise 'her' belonging to the army would not have been explained.  But in 'her' appearance it seemed like 'she' was a 'he'.  'She' reminded her of Erica, but in that case it was clear that she was female, her breasts were visible whereas in 'her' case the bust was flat.
"You seem very masculine for being a Witch" she said.

'witch', he had already heard it before, he didn't remember on what occasion.
"A Witch? What is a Witch?".

"You don't know?" She was confused.

"Not really, I think I have lost my memory" he theorised.

"Well, then here I am, I'm a Witch" and she stood proudly with her arms resting at the sides.

"Oh, ok... Aaand what does a Witch do?" He asked.

She didn't expect this question, she was confused.
"Aah... I can summon shields and jump a lot. I can also fly!".

"You can fly?!" He asked surprised.

"Sure, but to do so I need my Unit" she explained

"Unit?".

"You don't know it?" She asked even more confused "How old are you?".

"13 I guess. Yeah I'm 13" he responded.

"And you never heard of the Striker Unit?" She kept asking.

"No no, never".

"But you said you're a soldier" she exposed.

"Yes indeed, I am. I'm a Combat Lieutenant".

"...Lieutenant? Ooh, maybe you're a Ground Witch!" She said again.