"Take this with you so you'll always remember me," Italy told the Holy Roman Empire as he left. Holy Rome smiled at him and took it knowing he would never see Italy again.
Germany didn't know why he insisted on using the tiny push broom, but he did. He had thought that he should get a bigger broom some time ago, but he couldn't make himself replace the one he had. He didn't know why it meant so much to him, but he had the vague feeling that someone had given it to him a very long time ago. So he swept his house with the tiny broom. He turned as he heard a gasp from the doorway. Feliciano stood there one hand to his mouth the other having just dropped the groceries he had been carrying.
"Mi amore?" Feliciano asked in a whisper.
Then louder he demanded, "Where did you get that broom?!"
"I don't remember, I zink... I zink someone I cared for very much gave it to me," Ludwig said trying to remember. Feliciano sobbed and Ludwig's head snapped up.
"I need to ask Francia a question, I'll be right back!" Feliciano said and ran out of the house. Ludwig followed him.
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FanfictionOn hold indefinitely Italy never knew the Holy Roman Empire's name, so it's not surprising when he nearly has a heart attack when he sees Germany sweeping the floor with a push broom that's much to short for him. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! ALL RIGHTS...
