Take This to Remember Me

Chapter two

      Who was this boy, why did he look familiar!? It was as if this small boy was from Germany’s childhood, but, that’d be impossible. Germany couldn’t remember a thing from his past not from when Prussia had adopted him; so this, this, this boy couldn’t have been from the blonde’s past. Germany would remember if someone important to him was standing in front of him… Wouldn’t he? The brunette was screaming and crying about how he knew people, family who lived in Berlin that way Germany shouldn’t kill him. He sighed and shook his head at the smaller, much weaker nation.

      “… And I’m a virgin, we’re pathetic enough as it is, you don’t want to shoot the virgin, where do you think they get the extra virgin olive oil…!” The brunette cried. Germany blinked and sighed again, how useless could one nation be, honestly this boy was weak, and not only was Italy weak, but he was probably no doubt lazy, as well as useless.

      It wasn’t until Germany used the stick he was carrying to lift the boy from the tomato box. Thinking about how useless and weak the smaller nation was he also began to wonder about this boy and who he was. There was no way this boy was the one Prussia had warned him about, a relative of the greatest nation who had money, food and vast land, one of the strongest nations there was to ever live. This boy, whoever he was, wasn’t related to Ancient Rome, it seemed very unlikely.

      It wasn’t until Germany couldn’t handle any more of the screaming and the crying and the whining and the loud noises coming from the other man, so Germany finally decides to interject. “You wouldn’t happen to be a descendent of the great Roman Empire would you?” He asked.

      The boy almost immediately stopped crying and his eyes widened happily. What was with this boy he was so weird there was no way that he was related to Rome, Germany didn’t even know what to expect the boy to say. Germany raised an eyebrow in confusion at the boy, “You know Grandpa Rome! I thought you were big and scary but…!” Italy beamed. That answers that question Germany thought, bitterly toward the boy.

      Italy rambled on and on about something or other, something else was occupying the German’s mind, he knew now who the boy was North Italy, and this was the boy he was supposed to be fighting with but he was pathetic and useless and weak and there was no doubt Germany could easily beat him to a pulp just pinging him against the forehead. This boy wouldn’t put up much of a fight… Unless, of course, Italy was trying to get Germany to let his guard down! Instead of letting that happen Germany took the butt of his gun and smashed it against the Italian’s face; however, that only resulted in more screaming and crying.

      At the time, no one knew how much this encounter would soon come to change Germany’s fate. Even little Italy’s as well, everything would soon change for the better, for both Germany and Italy; this encounter would soon change the two nation’s fates. Not that Germany believed in things like that.

                                                                              ~~Time Skip~~

      Many months passed, Germany and Italy two nations once at war had become the best of friends; it scared Germany a little, though, he’d never admit it. It wasn’t long after until the two countries started developing feelings for one another and were both petrified that the other wouldn’t return the feelings. However, with the help of Prussia and France the two were finally able to express their feelings for one another.

      It was a clear spring day one like none other; Germany and Italy were sitting on a soft grassy area next to a lake and a cherry tree that was in full bloom. They were on a large red and white checkered picnic blanket and had just finished eating dinner that Japan had made for the two. Italy who was staring at the setting sun, enjoying the company of the German man he was really truly in love with. Something told Italy that maybe Germany was the boy he had really liked when he was little. They seemed so similar, blonde hair blue eyes and that accent Italy found so attractive.

      He was sitting next to Germany and staring out at the horizon and the brilliant pink and orange hues staining the sky. It was this time of day that Italy loved most out of anything in the world. Now he got to share something he loved with the person he loved. Italy was far too scared to admit his feelings to Germany because he was afraid Germany wouldn’t return them. But it was worth a shot.

      “H-hey Italy.” Germany mumbled; his face slightly pink.

      “Y-Yeah Doitsu?” Italy asked.

      “U-uh w-well, you know how we’ve known each other for a really long time right? Well it’d be stupid for us not to be m-more than friends, j-ja?” Germany asked. Italy’s face had turned dark red as he stared at Germany.

      “Y-You… You l-l-like me Doitsu?” he asked innocently.

      “Ich liebe dich Italy, I love you,” He whispered; blushing like a madman.

      “T-Ti amo troppo Doitsu,” Italy said. The Italian wrapped his small frail arms around the German’s neck hugging him tightly. “I didn’t think you’d like me back Germany, I’m so glad you do!”      

      “Of course I do Italy; I love you, more than you’ll ever know…”

      However, there was something keeping them both staying the nights at each other’s houses; Italy’s older brother Romano. Romano refused to let Germany stay over, so Prussia had gotten used to having the Italian sleep over at the house he shared with Germany.

      Starting recently, Italy would wake up in a cold sweat crying, kicking, and screaming. It had been going on for a week straight, and it had started to worry Germany. Italy however, was not yet ready to explain what was going on in his twisted dream world. With some encouragement from Prussia and France, and a week of avoiding what was on his mind Italy finally decided to explain what was taking place in his distorted dream land.

      The night was the same as it had been as all this past week Italy jolted forward out of a dead sleep breaking out in a cold sweat. He started sobbing into his knees when Germany’s eyes opened and he sat forward slowly. Germany frowned at Italy growing more and more worried at what his lover had been dreaming about.

      “Italy please tell me,” he whispered.

      Italy frowned and winced when he sighed in defeat he looked over to his lover with tear-stained eyes and a saddened and pained expression swept across his face. “I’m dreaming about someone from my past,” He admitted.

      “Someone from your past,” Germany repeated with confusion.

      Italy nodded. “Sì… my dreams are a-about this boy that I… that I really really liked, maybe even loved.” He shook his head suddenly. “I know that I shouldn’t think about him Doitsu! I-I have you now! I’m bad, bad Italy!” He began to sob again and collapsed, burying his face in Germany’s chest.

      Germany blinked in shock with a wave of confusion washing over him; he couldn’t imagine what was going on in his lover’s head. He knew that Italy would think that Germany would hate him for thinking about another boy but that wasn’t the case at all. Germany still loved Italy no matter what. He quickly wrapped his arms, protectively around the Italian, “N-Nein, don’t think that… It’s fine, please calm down…” He whispered soothingly, through Italy’s hair.

      “H-Hol… Holy…” Italy muttered sadly.

      Germany’s ears perked up at the beginning of a name. “Holy…?”

      Italy shook his head. “I don’t think he’s coming back anymore…”