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"Ve!  Germany!  Wait!"  Italy yelled out the door as the tall blonde fled from the house.  Normally, Italy would've given chase, trying to convince his boyfriend to stay.  But these were different circumstances.

  Germany climbed into his car, slammed the door, and drove away.  After about a mile whizzed by, he became Vaguely aware of his speeding, he slowed the car down.  Pulling over to think, guilt running through him, the tears began to run down his face.
"Mein gott. . . What have I done?"

  Italy sadly went inside the house, looking for a distraction.  He wandered around, eventually finding himself in the kitchen.

  "Ve~ I. . . I'll make pasta. . . Then when (IF, he thought) Germany comes back, he'll see me happy and everything will be fine again.  He'll come back . . . He-He has to. . ." and he dropped to the floor and cried.  He decided to make a phone call."

"Awesome speaking!  Sup?"
"*sniff* p-Prussia. . ."
"Italy!  What's the matter?  You sound unawesome!"
"Germany left.  He left and I don't know what to do I don't know where he went I think he's mad at me And I-"
"Whoa!  Calm down!  Why's West mad at you?"
"Cause I was talking about Holy Rome again. . . Ve- what do I do?!"

Prussia paused.  Holy Rome?  He hadn't heard that name since the country in question disappeared.  It was said he died in war.  Some time after the war, he found his bruder, Germany, wandering the streets of Prussia.  Back then, he was a child with battle scars, already mature but with foggy memories.  Wait a minute. . .

"Ve~ Prussia?  Hello?"
"THE AWESOME ME JUST HAD A BREAKTHROUGH!!!"

Italy nearly dropped the phone.  The shout had scared him.

"What?  What's the matter?"
"First of all, west is being unawesome.  He doesn't have to be jealous of him.  He IS him!  I'm so awesome!  I should get an award!"
"Ve!  What?!  Really?  I'm so happy!  I'm going to call him!"
"Good luck!  Stay awesome!"

Italy hung up and dialed Germany's number.
"Ve~ I can't wait!  I'm so happy!  It makes sense now!  Why, i always thought he looked like him!"

Bzzzzz bzzzzz bzzzzz.  "This is Germany."
"GERMANY YOU HAVE TO COME HOME I HAVE TO TELL YOU-"
"I am unavailable right now.  Please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as possible.  Danke."

Italy fell silent.  Germany hadn't picked up?  Why not?  Germany was ALWAYS  there for him!  No matter what!  He glanced at the table.  Germany's phone was sitting on it.  And he had taken the car.  Italy decided, not even grabbing his jacket, to make a run for it.

Germany was sitting in his car.  Rain was pelting the car at an astonishing rate.  'How cliche,' he thought.  'I had better go back.  How childish I've acted.'. He began driving back to his home.

"where is he?  I can't find him!!!" Italy cried into the rain.  He had been running around for what seemed like forever. He was completely soaked, and he could barely keep himself from crying.  Accepting defeat, he sat on a bench in the park.  He meant to only blink tears from his eyes, but fell asleep bawling instead.

"Verdamment!  He left the house!  Did he go looking for me?" Germany yelled to no one.  Getting back in the car, he began his search.  It didn't take him too long to find the small Italian.  Picking up the sleeping man, he carried him to the car.

Italys body sensed the change in temperature.  He slowly opened his auburn eyes, which were immediately met with icy blue ones.
"Are you okay?"
". . ."
"Answer me, Italy."
"Si. . ."
Germany breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good.  I was worried." and with that, he began driving home again.

A few moments of silence passed while Italys foggy, fevered mind cleared it's thoughts.  As germany pulled into the driveway, Italy remembered.

"Germany!"
"Ja?"
"You're Holy Roman Empire!"
"What?!"
"Ve~ Si!  You are!  I'll make you remember!" Italy dashed out of the automobile, ran into the house, and was back before Germany could yell at him to stop.  Wet once again from the pouring rain, he jumped in and shoved a broom in Germanys face.

"Do you remember?  I thought this looked familiar the other day!  I gave it to Holy Rome!  Do you remember?"
Germany sat there with a look of complete gobsmacked realisation.
"Ive loved you ever since the 900's. . ." he trailed off, finally remembering.  Italy teared up.  He leaped and enveloped his boyfriend in a hug.
"Ti amo, Ludwig." he said.
"Ich liebe dich, Feliciano." Germany said, gently hugging him back.

Later, Italy sat snuggled into a blanket in front of a television.  His boyfriend soon joined him, with a steaming bowl of pasta.
"Ve~ grazie!" Italy quickly devoured it, (he was starving) and leaned on Germany, content and peaceful.
"By the way Italy, how did you figure it out?"
"Prussia said it when I called him because I was sad you left."
"Oh.  I'm sorry, feli."
"It's okay.  A good thing came out of it."
"But do me a favor?"
"Sure!  What is it?"
"Remind me to thank him."
"Si. . ." Italy dozed off, leaving Germany to think about how many beers he was going to buy for his bruder tomorrow.

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The end!