Remember Me: A Hetalia Fanfic

Chapter 5

Background:

Sarah is staying over America's house with Canada. Sarah's sister, Melody, is in the hospital. They didn't think she was going to make it at first. Rena, Sarah's friend, was told by England to stay over at the Italy household. (Remember, there's Romano.) Last chapter leaves Canada with another nightmare after wondering how Italy's doing.

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Italy's POV:
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I had a weird dream last night.

I could barely comprehend it, it was so weird.

It was also sad at the same time, though.

~Italy's Dream~

I woke up in a field that looked awfully familiar.

I stood up to go look around, just like what Germany taught me to do in training if something ever happened like this.

I walked around towards some trees, where noise was being heard.

Something small tugged on my leg pretty tightly.

"Help! I'm-a lost and I cant-a seem to find my friend," the voice that seemed even more familiar said.

I looked down to what appeared to be a chibi version of me.

Or a version of me when I was younger...

The small me looked up at me.

So that's how I looked...

"I will-a help you find your friend," I told the other me.

I (small me) smiled.

Small me took my hand and we walked around in search of small me's friend.

"Who are-a you looking for?" I asked.

"I'm looking for my friend Holy Rome," small me said. "And I don't-a think we met, but you look familiar. I'm Italy Veneziano."

My eyes grew wide and I stopped.

"What's wrong?" small me asked.

Small me hugged me, and I returned the hug with hesitation.

"You know him, don't you?" small me asked. "Wait... are you me from when I-a grow up?"

I nodded my head.

He smiled.

"Yay! I-a get to grow up to be big and nice and tough and powerful!" small me sing-songed.

"What would you do if-a being tough wasn't apart of that statement?"

"I would cry."

"Yes, you get to grow up to be tough," I lied to small me.

Again.

We continued walking around until a strong wind hit me.

My dream went blank....

Only for me to see the end of war that Holy Rome was fighting.

And how he had faked his death.

~End of dream~

If my dream was right, then Germany was right about him faking his death, but how did he know?

I sat up in bed and quickly changed into shorts and a T-shirt.

Today, Germany, Canada, America, Japan, and I were going to hold a private meeting to discuss more of what has been bothering me lately.