Never Forgotten

Chapter Seventeen

Just a little PSA for you:
Canada is in a time of trouble. DO NOT VOTE FOR HARPER!
He's fucked up our country and should not be reelected to continue his tyranny.
Many of you may not be Canadian citizens or old enough to vote but you must spread this word to those who are.
STOP HARPER!
Vote Liberal or Green Party or even NDP but no Conservative. Nyet. Nein. Non.
Thank you for listening.

Germany's POV:

Getting in my car after my visit with Prussia and Canada, I pondered what Italy could have possible wanted.
Maybe it was something simple, like, he didn't know where to put some of the dishes and cooking utensils. But he could easily ask over the phone. He sounded kind of panicked...so it was important at least.
I drove home at the borderline of the speed limit the entire way (even though Germans apparently don't have speed limits) until I pulled up my driveway to find that only my upstairs light was on.
He must have been working hard on organizing to not leave my room.
"Italy! I'm home. Vhat do jou need?" I shouted as I walked into the house.
When I got no reply I headed up the stairs, loosening my tie as I did so. I walked in on him doing something he had never done in front of me before.
He was crying.
"Italy?" I sat down at his side. He had an old box in front of him, opened to reveal some tattered black fabric and What looked to be a broken push broom.
"Vhat is all zhis stuff? Und vhy are jou crying?" I asked. My instincts said to hug him, so I did.
"H-h-Holy R-Rome." The Italian whimpered, clutching my white dress shirt and crying into the fabric.
"Who?"
"M-my first love." He answered. "He went t-to war a-and never came b-b-back."
"Oh Italy." I whispered, hugging him tighter. "I'm so sorry."
"I always thought h-he just g-got lost. But then I found t-this box in th-the attic." He went on to explain. "I didn't open it unt-til now. And I'm sorry for interrupting your d-dinner! I just couldn't handle it."
"Italy. It's okay. I'm here now." I whispered into his hair. "And you didn't interrupt anything more important than you." I added. Whoa, Prince Charming. Where did that come from?
"Grazie, Germany!" Italy whispered. I nodded, breaking the hug.
"So, do jou vant me to help jou find a place for zhis box?"
"Si!" Italy smiled. Thank Gött he was back to normal.
I smiled faintly and moved toward the box, but the fabric on top caught my eye.
I gently tugged it out, inspecting it's silky texture. It felt familiar...something was off.
"What's wrong Luddy?" Italy asked, his voice sugary.
"Zhis is...zhis is...I remember zhis..."

So this is my first time actually writing out a Gerita scene. I mean, fist fanfic, Gerita was slightly implied, second fanfic, Germany died, third fanfic, Italy wasn't even in and same with my fourth and the fifth was the sequel to the second so...u'know...he ded. This scene was unexpected really. But I thought I'd break away from Prucan for just a sec. I could do it a few times, maybe.  But *japan voice* we sharr see.