It Was A Lie

A dream of a nightmare

"H-holy R-Rome...?" The Italian spoke softly, as if any rough or loud voice would shatter the person before him. The Holy Roman Empire chuckled lightly, it was soft and sounded like the sweet sound of wind chimes blowing in a light breeze only somewhat deeper "Yes, my little Italy. It's me, The Holy Roman Empire. Did you miss me, Chibitalia?"

Feliciano stopped, like a statue. Barely even breathing as beautiful memories of childhood flashed before his mind. It was so detailed that it seemed almost as if the memories were happening once more. Tears flooded is amber eyes as he broke into heart-wrenching sobs seeing the man he was waiting for all his life before him.

Holy Rome approached the sobbing male in front of him quietly, and took him gently into a warm and caring embrace. As Feliciano came to his senses, he returned the embrace as fast as his arm would allow him. "I did I missed you... I missed you... I missed you. I missed you. I missed you! I missed you! Don't leave again... please...." Was all he could breath out between sobs of joy, sadness, anger, even fear. Fear that the moment wasn't real... Fear that Holy Rome would disappear, like the country did.

"I won't, shhhhh" Holy Rome muttered softly into Feliciano's soft auburn hair with the odd curl sticking out far to the left side. He began to slowly rub circles onto the Italian's back, a slow, calming pattern that slowed the sobs down to small, pitiful hiccups that almost made the usually serious country of The Holy Roman Empire giggle with amusement even if he tearing up himself.

Feliciano then slowly (and reluctantly) removed himself from Holy Rome, taking a small step back on the green grass of the lovely field they're in. The grass was a beautiful shade of green, with flowers of so many different kinds scattered across the place of wonders.

Francis came, holding something that Feli could not see. The blonde male known as the personification of the country of France came towards the two, steps slow and graceful. Feliciano smiled brightly, seeing his big brother coming towards him. "Bonjour, Italy." Francis greeted, smiling softly at the other males.

Before Feliciano could greet him back, Francis revealed a knife and with a sick grin replacing the once wonderful smile, stabbed The Holy Roman Empire. Stabbed him, through the heart. And even then, kept on striking like a snake until blood was splattered over all of them. Feliciano shrieked, and ran for Francis and Holy Rome until he was held back by another male.

"No no, Italy." The male said in a sickeningly sweet voice that Feliciano soon recognized as the personification of Austria, Roderich. Felicano couldn't do anything but watch as Francis left, blooded with the blood of Felicano's lover. The blood began to spread, faster than an animal running for life, only this was the blood of the now dead. Everything became red, as Roderich dissolved slowly as if he didn't exist. Darkness over took the red and it became dark. Darker than any Hell Feliciano has known.

Feliciano awoke with a scream, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed into his pillow, rocking back and forth. "What the crapola happened!" The personification of South Italy, Lovino awoke to his younger brother's scream. Lovino was so annoyed, and would've yelled more if didn't notice how distraught Feliciano really was. Feli was sobbing, rocking back and forth holding a pillow and shaking violently.

"Veneziano...?" Lovino spoke in a quiet, soothing tone as he slowly approached his younger brother. Mutters similar to those of a mad man's was all that came from Feliciano mouth between loud sobs. Lovino finally reached his brother, and pulled Feliciano gently into his lap, holding him close as a mother would hold her child. Lovi whispered meaningless encouraging words to Felicano as his sobs and violent shaking began to slow down. The two sat there, Lovino whispering things to calm Feliciano down while Feliciano cried from memories, memories of childhood where he cried, asking when the return of Holy Rome would be. The worst part was that... Holy Rome never did return.

Lovino knew this, because of when they reunited, Feliciano did nothing but cry and talk about The Holy Roman Empire. Lovino did everything in his power to try and make his brother happy again. He worked and worked, and worked, and worked.... Nothing worked.

"What happened?" Lovino asked softly in a concerned voice laced with his Italian accent. "Holy R-rome..." Was all Feliciano could mutter between hiccups and choaks. He remembers that everything fell down too fast. The older Italian gently wiped the long trails of tears that left Feliciano bright eyes while trying to suppress a growl leaving his throat. Lovino knew Holy Rome, and never liked him. His brother should never be hurt the much, not while Lovino could do something.

Lovino couldn't even get Feliciano to talk about his dream, though Lovino did have a good idea as to what happened in nightmare that brought the younger happy-go-lucky Feli to tears. Feliciano refused to sleep until he practically passed out from exhaustion. Lovino really didn't sleep until he knew Feli was happy in his dark and peaceful slumber, and when he knew Feli would sleep better this time, he pulled him close and went back to his sleeping.