All the time in the world (UsUk)

Chapter 22 - Push Broom

POV America

"But Iggy, I don't wanna!" I whined.

"Tough luck you git! You wanted to have the party, you clean the ball room!" Said England as he walked off to the library leaving me the massive job of cleaning his fricken huge ballroom. I sighed staring at the cleaning supplies, moaning I started sweeping the floor.

I then heard the familiar hum of a happy Italian behind me, the G8 had stayed over night as there was a conference in England coming up next week.

"Ciao America! Can I help you with the cleaning?"

"Would you really? Oh thanks man that would be awesome!" He smiled at me and I threw him a push broom, he looked kind of nostalgic as he stared at it for a minute, but the moment quickly ended and he started humming again happily as he swept the floor. The sound of marukite chikuu warmly filling the ballroom. My version of the song is by far the most awesome, for the record.

I smiled, it was nice being his ally again, I had hated being his enemy. It had been horrible seeing him scared of me. But that was war fare for you, you always had to fight against your enemy to stay in power, even if you didn't want to. If you refused you would fall, lose power, that's the way it worked.

I was drawn from my thoughts by the sound of a glass smashing. I turned around in alarm and saw Germany, staring at Italy in shock. Like he'd just seen a ghost, oh my god what if Germany saw a ghost! Shards of a broken beer glass covered the floor.

"Germany? Are you okay?"

"Y-You, you used to wear a dress!" He half yelled at Italy, pointing accusingly at the man, sounding more distressed and flabbergasted than I had ever heard the man.

"Huh? Yes I did! But how do you know that?"

"I thought you were a girl!" What the hell was the damn kraut on about? Any doofus with eyes could clearly work out that Italy was a boy, even if he was wearing a dress.

"What? But Germany you've seen me shirtless!" He has, has he? This is the first I'm hearing of it, interesting, very interesting.

"No n-not now back then! My love, I-I remember now! It was you! It was always you! Her name, it was Italy! The, the push broom! Something in my mind just snapped!"

"H-Holy rome? You, you remember?" Asked Italy tentatively, hope painfully evident in his voice.

"Yes! Yes I do! Holy Roman Empire that was me! That was my name!" What the actual fuck is going on!

"Holy Rome!" Said Italy leaping into Germany's arms and hugging him so tightly, as if the man would disappear if he so much as loosened a single muscle of his hold. "I-I waited for you everyday, h-holding a pot of sweets but you never came back." Said Italy breaking down now crying into Germany's shirt. Holy Rome, that was Italy's old love right? Was he actually Germany! Oh man I am so confused, how can Germany have had two names? What's with the mood swings! I can't deal with these rapid fire emotions! Happy one minute, crying the next! "I never lost my love of you, I'm sorry that's why I couldn't love you before Germany. I had to hold on to Holy Rome, he p-promised me he was coming back. I had to stay true to him. But it was hard, because I grew to love you too. But now you are the same person!" Said Italy happily, overjoyed, before pulling the german down into a soft kiss. Okay now I am just purely confused. What the hell is going on, can someone please explain.

Italy broke the kiss and skipped over to me. "Thank you America! You promised you'd help me as a child, and now you really have! You really are a hero!" He said before running back to Germany and giving him another sweet kiss on the lips. Don't get me wrong I am always glad to be acknowledged as the hero, it's actually only the second time someone has ever done that.