Love after the war (Japan Empire x Fascist Italy)

Chapter 1: The end of the war

Japan E.: POV:

War ended around a month ago. So many things had happened. Like, Soviet Union and Third Reich fell in love and are now dating. It's weird that our worst enemy of all the time is literally boyfriend of our boss now. The height difference between them is the funniest. You see, USSR is like for two or three heads higher than Nazi.

 We all are trying to find all the countries that were fighting in the war, because some of them just... Disappeared. I especially wanted to find F. Italy. 

Me and Nazi forgave him just a while ago, because if USSR and Third are dating, there's no point in hating F. Italy for anything. In fact, we weren't even mad about the betrayal. Okay, maybe Third was at the start, but now we are okay. USSR doesn't know where he is. I asked a lot of countries about him, but none of them knew where he is. It was making me sad. 

I liked F. Italy from the day I met him. Not liked, loved. I loved F. Italy. It broke my heart when he betrayed us, but I didn't want to be mad at him. If he would just notice how I was looking at him every time...

Even Italy, his own son doesn't know where he is. Every time I'm going to sleep, I cry. What if he's dead?! Or tortured?! Or lost and is slowly dying of hunger and dehydration?! I had a lot of nightmares about him. Third Reich notice how tired I was every day, that I didn't sleep enough and was always anxious. He told me to take a week or two off. But of course, I wanted to find F. Italy more than anything, but if I die right after. Soviet said that if I really die right after, then I wouldn't have a chance to date him. He's right. I mean, of course he's right, what am I even thinking. If you're asking is it weird to take advice from your ex-enemy, yes, it is.

At the end Nazi convinced me to take two weeks off anyway. I started to pack my stuff, Japan helped me. Japan is my sweet kind daughter, obsessed with anime. Don't you ever ask her to show you some anime, because I don't want to deal with the police about lifeless body that is laying in my house, holding an amine book or 'watching' amine on computer or TV. I'm serious. So yea, I was packing my stuff with Japan, when Italy came in. He told us that some kids asked him and Japan to come hang out with them. "Who are those kids?" I asked. Italy answered: "There are China, North and South Korea, Switzerland, Canada, Brazil, Mexico... Umm... Slovenia, Croatia and Serbia... Greece... Finland and Norway... And Egypt, Nigeria, Madagascar, Zimbabwe and Ivory Coast."

I looked at Japan: "If you want to hang out with your friends, I don't mind. Just be careful and come home before the sunset." "Thanks, dad, see you at the dinner." Japan said and waved at me before leaving the room. I continued packing. I didn't know what to pack because I didn't even know where will I go and I've never been on real holidays before. Okay, maybe few times with my family, but they packed my stuff, so...

After around 2 or 3 hours, I finally finished. "Yes! Finally! I am free!" I thought to myself. It was pretty late, so I decided to go to the kitchen for dinner. USSR and Nazi were already there. Third was cooking while Soviet was reading something. Because our houses got destroyed or burned in the war, we decided to buy a new, a little bit bigger house for all of us. Soviet Union and Third Reich are in first bedroom, Italy, Japan, Germany and the Netherlands in the second one and I'm in the third one. Soviet's children are already living on their own or with their boyfriends/girlfriends, but they come to visit every once in a while. F. Italy is then probably going to sleep in my bedroom when we find him. "Guten Abend, Japan E." said Third: "We are going to have pancakes for dinner." "Okay, do I call the kids?" I asked. "Yes, please," USSR answered. I went upstairs to find Italy and Japan 'playing' with homework, while you could clearly see Germany's homework already done and Germany himself doing some paperwork. I knew Netherlands was spending the night at UK and France's house with Belgium, his girlfriend. I said: "Kids, it's dinner. And Germany, what did your father said about overworking yourself?" "Not to do it, I know, I know," Germany answered a little annoyed. "パパ (dad), stop calling us kids. We are teenagers!" Japan said. "For me, Third and Soviet you are," I said back: "Now please go downstairs." I couldn't force myself to say F. Italy name out loud without starting to tear up.