Italy
"Okay, I lifted the spell while everyone was sleeping, so he's going to wake up feeling as if he had a exeteme hangover." Jamaica explains, sitting on the kitchen counter crossing her legs. It about 5:30 in the morning. She had woken us up, because apparently she had a plan. I'm super sleepy, even if I'm drinking coffee. Even so, I want this, so I don't complain.
"Question." I raise my hand.
"Yes?" She raises an eyebrow.
"Do you have magic? If so, is that why Germany couldn't remember a thing?" I ask. They've been beeting around the bust... only since yesterday, but still I want to know. She looks to Prussia, who is lying down on the living room couch. Jamaica calls his name, and he lifts his head. He nods and fall back into semiconsciousness.
"Yes and yes. And it's a story I don't want to explain." Jamaica says, then pauses. "Anymore questions? No? Good." She says everything so quick that, I got absolutely nothing in. I had a lot more questions, but I decided not to push it further.
"So Jamaica, that plan of yours, What is it? I hope it as awesome as the one I have in mind." Prussia smirks.
"As if" Jamaica retorts. He scoffs, then gets up and walks to the fringe, pulling out a beer. "Anyway," she continues, "I was thinking we put Italy in a dress again."
I look up from coffee. "What?"
"Oh don't act stupid, I know you wore dresses when you were younger. Taking that, I thought 'Why not put Italy in a dress, show Germany, couple of memories come along.'" She smiles, posing.
Not feel very comfortable doing that, seeing as I grew out of the dress phase, or was forced out. I try to step back and out of the of the kitchen. I back up into something muscley.
I look behind me to find a ill Germany. He has his hand to head, and he's groaning softly. He looks like hes in a lot of pain. I look into his eyes.
"Germany are you okay?" I ask greatly concerned. He look a me for a few second. His eyes widen, and he suddenly collapses. "Germany!" I quickly catch him, barely able to hold him up. I somewhat turn around to stare at the caribbean island. Prussia is look at Jamaica with death literally in his eyes, but I'm worried. And still struggling to hold Germany up.
"I think I did the spell wrong." She smiles sheepishly.
"Okay, forget what my plan was for now. I need to fix this." She jumps off the kitchen counter and helps me drag Germany to the La-Z-Boy recliner. We drop him there.
"Is he going to be okay?" My voice is smothered with concern and worry. Jamaica waves me off. "Oh, He'll be just fine. Just be on guard for the next month." She mumbles the last part, but we can hear her. Jamaica starts for the door.
"Jamaica where are you going?" I ask.
"To Romania's. I could probably find something that will fix little malfunction. I swear his libary is bigger than the Library of Alexandria." Prussia and I stand in confusion. She sighs "Ask Egypt, anyway, I'll see you at the world meeting. Italy it's at your house." I nod.
"Make sure he doesn't strain himself." She then is out the house.
I glance at the passed out Germany. He seems okay for now. I look to Prussia. He been weirdly quiet. Once I do he gets up.
"I'm going to go buy more aspirin for him." He notifies me. I nod.
"I'll go make breakfast." I say and walk into the kitchen. I stare at Germany again. I hope he's okay.
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FanfictionItaly knew Germany was Holy Roman from the very beginning. He love him from the start. The problem was getting, Germany to remember that he loved Italy. Italy has tried and failed but he will not give up, with the help of Prussia and Jamaica(OC). It...
