Gerita: I remember you (Oneshot)

I remember you

Germany waits in his house waiting for his best friend Italy to come over. Germany invited him to play music with him on the old keyboard he has. The doorbell rings and Germany walked over to open it.

"Ciao! Germany! I'm so excited to play music with you!" Italy cheerfully says.

"Ja, I'm sure you have a song we should play.."

"Ooh, I forgot my song lyrics at home.." Italy says.

"Oh nein it's okay! I got my own song lyrics I was working on. I'll be right back." Germany said as he walks to his room. Italy smiles as he looks around Germany's living room. His stomach began to growl.

"I do hope Germany has some of that leftover pasta I gave him.." Italy said as he walked into the kitchen and looked around. He looked into the fridge and saw nothing special. He looked into the cabinet to see a chocolate bar. He takes it and eats one. While he walks out of the kitchen, in the corner of his eye he saw something stick out of the closet. He walked towards it and creaks the door open. He gasps as he saw a familiar push broom.

"It can't be.. Why does Germany have it?" He asks himself. He examines the broom carefully. It was indeed the same push broom he gave to Holy Rome. He looked around the closet some more and saw a few letters and a painting of himself younger. He picked up a letter and read it. He felt tears in his eyes as he puts the letter in his pocket and walked back to the living room.

"I found a song we can both play-" Germany's eyes widen as he saw Italy in tears.

"Italia, what's wrong?" He asked. They stared at each for about 30 seconds until Italy spoke.

"Why do you have that push broom?" He asked as he points to the closet.

"Push broom?" Germany asks as he looks into the closet and takes it.

"You mean this?"

"Si!" Italy says as he takes it.

"Are you.. Holy Rome...?" He asked with tears in his eyes.

"Holy Rome?"

"Y-you don't remember do you?"

"Not that I have... Known of, sadly I don't." Germany sighs. Italy takes a picture of Holy Rome out of his pocket.

"This was you Germany! You don't remember at all?" He asked. Germany looked closely at the photo but sighs sadly.

"I'm sorry Italy. I-I don't remember..." A tear rolled down Italy's face.

"You don't remember that day when we kissed?" He asked.

"We kissed!?" Germany's eyes widen as he blushes.

"You really don't remember..." Italy quietly says sadly. Suddenly his eyes widen.

"Germany hook up that keyboard!"

"Umm, alright." He says as he plugs in the keyboard.

"Play music, anything is fine!"

"Ja." He said as he played on the keyboard making some notes. Italy took out the letter Holy Rome wrote and sang it.

"Italy, is it just you and me in this world? I always loved you since the tenth century. I hope you're doing okay back at home with out me. I know you want me here with you. But the war is so difficult to get through, and I'm losing myself I'm afraid I'll lose you too." He sang as he read the note.

"That sounds beautiful. Keep going Italia." He says.

"Oh um, one day I won't be alive, I won't be there to say kiss you and hold you. I need to save you, but who is going to save me? Please forgive me when I come back, and if I won't remember you." He sang.

"I wrote that? I never thought myself as a good lyric writer." Germany's eyes widen.

"You don't remember what it means?" Italy asks with a desperate look. He picked up another letter from Holy Rome.

"LOOK!" He says as he shows the letter to Germany.

"Italy, I can feel myself slipping away. I'm afraid I won't come back to you any day. I remember how beautiful you were. I'll still love you no matter what. I hope you'll remember that forever." Germany sings as he suddenly looks like he was trying to remember for a split second. Italy took one of Germany's guitars and plays.

"One day I won't be alive, I won't be there to say kiss you and hold you. I need to save you, but who is going to save me? Please forgive me when I come back, and if I won't remember you." They both sang together. A tear ran down Italy's face as he sang.

"What is going on in there dude?" America asked as he spied on them with Japan.

"I have no idea." Japan says.

"Please forgive me when I come back, and if I won't remember you." A picture of Chibitalia and Holy Rome sat on the floor.

"Dada, Dadadada Dadada!" The both sang. 

Chibitalia was crying as he had nothing to eat. Holy Rome notices as he walks up to him and wipes a tear from his face, and gives him a pie. Chibitalia smiles and hugs Holy Rome tightly.

"Dada.. Dadadada, Dadadadada...."