The World I Live In (Crazy Hetalia Fanfic)

Thirteen

                I wake up, completely unnerved. I had the nightmare again. But this time, I remembered what my mother looked like.

                -Her hair was brown, and she had the same colored eyes as me. Her nose was small, her lips thin. She had freckles and was pale. She didn’t grow taller than me, but she was a very fiery woman-

                I think. I can’t remember her personality. Just her face. I yawn, and get out of bed. My phone rings annoyingly. I snatch it quickly and press it to my ear.

                “Good morning, Thalassa! How was your first day there? It’s nice there, isn’t it? Germany isn’t being mean to you? Are you and Italy getting along?” I barely caught any of the information that he was saying.

                “…What? I just… woke up… Who is this?” I say dazedly.

                “It’s America! I wanted to know if everything was going okay with you!” He says worriedly. I smile. He’s such an amazing brother.

                “Yeah… Yeah. Everything’s fine. What time is it over there?” I look at a clock while asking him the question. It’s eleven in the morning here.

                “It’s two o’clock!” He answers happily.

                “In the afternoon?”

                “No, in the morning, silly!” He responds.

                “What the hell are you doing awake at two in the morning?!?” I ask him, shocked.

                “Have you ever heard the term ‘America never sleeps’?” He asks. I laugh.

                “Makes sense, I guess…”

                “So how was everything? You guys find Italy?”

                “Yeah, France did take him. It was amazing, I beat his ass…” I recall all of the events of the day before with clear precision. Something I wouldn’t usually be able to do…

                “Wait, what? Germany is Holy Rome?”

                “Yep. Had a fling with Italy as a kid. The entire time Germany-slash-Holy Rome thought Italy was a girl!” I smile at the thought. Italy must have been one cute little fucker.

                “Oh my God! That’s rich!” He laughs.

                “Yeah, but keep it on the down low. I’m not sure if they’re going to explain to each other about it though. It could be nothing, just the past.” I whisper. “Speaking of which, I have to go. You had caught me when I had just woken up, so I need to say good morning to them. Talk to you later?”

                “Yeah, later Thalassa.” I hang up, and head outside of my room. I can hear loud shouting.

                “… What do you mean, you’re Holy Rome!?” Italy cries.

                “I mean, that I was Holy Roman Empire! I had to change my name so no one would kill me after the wars!” Germany shouts back. I peek into the room to see Italy sitting on the floor, his back to a wall, knees up to his chest. His arms are on top of his knees, and he is crying into them. Germany is standing over Italy, shouting at him.

                “Why… why did you never come back? You said you would, and you lied! You lied, you lied, you lied!” Italy wails.