Chrome Shelled Hetalia

Chapter 10: Tornare

Chapter 10: Tornare

"So they kept growing." Japan grinned as he leaned back into the chair. He looked around at the nations in the room. Only Romano, Italy and England were really paying him any mind.

"Si. The fir trees were saplings I'd planted. I figured a little variety wouldn't hurt, and I tried introducing some animals later on. I didn't really think they'd take, but..." Italy smiled.

"It's incredible... in that place... I could forget what happened." Romano smiled softly.

"Ah, but Vi-nii..." Japan spoke up, drawing Romano's attention with the old nickname. "You forget... Feli-nii did prevent this from happening... Our home... It's safe."

Romano's eyes widened in realization as the information clicked. "I think I'd forgotten..."

"Understandable, considering the sudden millennia's worth of memories we've received." Japan nodded.

"I have a question, Italy." England looked at the quiet Italian.

"Hm?"

"My book of spells... do you still have it?"

"Oh, si. It's helped me out a great deal!" Italy grinned as he pulled out the old weathered Grimoire. He hesitated a moment before handing it to England.

"Thank you." He smiled before opening it. He paused on a specific page, confused. "That's odd... my magic... I've sealed some of it inside." He ran his finger down the divide of the pages, releasing the spell he'd placed upon his own book.

He then doubled over in pain, clutching his head. The three nations stiffened, realizing what was happening.

"A-Arthur...?" Italy hesitantly asked, unsure if one of his oldest friends remembered or not.

"Bloody hell, when you said it was a headache, you weren't kidding." England ground out through clenched teeth. In his pain, he forgot to speak English. Instead, he spoke Modern Japanese. The same language that is only spoken in the time of the Regios.

"It is you!" Italy grinned, glomping the startled Englishman.

"Yes. And that's not all I've gotten back." He smirked as he flared an oddly yellowish-white colored magic on his fingertip.

"You mean you still have it?!" Italy gasped.

"Sort of. I figured this kind of thing may happen, which is why I told you to give my Grimoire to my past self." England twitched in mild irritation. "Something you failed to do."

"I'm sorry... I just couldn't part with my only remaining connection to you." Italy sighed. "You didn't exactly have a Dite for me to remember you by like the others."

"Fair enough. Though I'm still disappointed. I used my power to send my memories and abilities back in time through the seal within this book. Once it was given to my past self, I knew I'd investigate the sealed magic and ultimately unlock it, restoring myself." England explained. The other nations were now listening in.

"So you're from the future now, too?" France blinked.

"Exactly. Think of me just like Feli, here. Tempus told us to go back. He never said how." England smirked.

"You're still an idiot for..." Italy looked down.

"If it's of any help, I don't remember dying."

"Not really. But it's good to have you back." Italy smiled. "So! How's it feel to be older than China?" Italy grinned, ducking under the indignant swat from the blond.