Germany's Memory

Suddenly all his memories came flooding back to him. Germany remembered his childhood ah Holy Roman Empire as if it were yesterday. He remembered Chibitalia and how he was in love with him, sure that Chibitalia was a girl at the time. He remembered frightening poor Chibitalia by staring at him through open doors. He remembered the art lessons that Chibitalia had given him. He also remembered they day he left and how Chibitalia cried, and gave Holy Rome his panties as a parting gift. He remembered that they kissed when he said how he felt about Chibitaila. While all this was going on in Germany's mind, Italy was getting kind of panicky.
   
   "GERMANY! Germany say something!" Italy cried, slightly shaking the dazed German in front of him. Italy was genuinely scared that something was wrong with Germany. At this point the entire restaurant was staring at them. Finally Germany snapped out of his trance and took a good look at Italy. The young Italian had a very scared expression on his face. Germany could not believe what he had just remembered.
   
   "Italy, your first love as a boy, what was his name?"asked Germany frantically
Confused Italy replied "Oh, him? His name was Holy Rome. He was kinda scary, but he was also really nice sometimes."
  
   Germany gulped, then in almost a whisper "That was me."
Italy didn't here him. "What was that Germany?"
"That was me" Germany repeated a little louder, blushing.

   Italy just stared at Germany, confused. Could his childhood love Holy Rome really be this German man before him today? Italy hadn't seen Holy Rome again after he left all those years ago.

   "Italy, I also want to say that I think I still love you..."
Italy didn't exactly know how to respond. He truly loved Germany, but this was all too much for him to take in at once.

   "Germany, this is all way to sudden, and I really don't know how to think right now. I don't really know how you knew about Holy Rome, but I'm really not sure that you and him are the same person." Italy leaned up and gave Germany a quick kiss. "I'll come talk to you when I figure all this out."

   Italy turned and sprinted from the restaurant in full retreat mode.Germany just stood there baffled. He didn't really know what just happened either, but he was really surprised that Italy had panicked and run off like that. The people in the restaurant continued to stare. He paid the check for the meal that he and Italy didn't even have, then slowly walked back to his house.

   When Germany got home, Austria saw the sad look on his face, and tried to say something to make him feel better, but Germany just walked away, not even giving him a second glance. Germany started to head for his room, but then thought to check his storage room to see if he could find anything from his childhood to prove that his memory was real. He also needed evidence for Italy, to prove that he was in fact Holy Rome. He dug around in the room finding nothing but boxed of old books and trophies from past wars.He found nothing that could prove that he was Holy Rome. He was about to give up searching, when he spotted a door at the back of the room.

   Germany opened the door and found a little closet. Inside there was a singular box and a couple of dusty canvases. He took everything from the closet and brought it to his room. First he dusted off the smaller of the two canvases. On it was a poorly drawn rabbit that he had painted when Chibitalia was giving him painting lessons. He then dusted off the other canvas revealing a portrait of Chibitalia asleep on a chair, which had been painted by Holy Rome without Chibitalia knowing.

   Germany was astonished, so far his memories were real. He dusted of the box. It was labeled "Germany's old stuff". He opened the box and was nearly killed by a cloud of dust. Coughing, he looked inside and was then positive that his memories truly were memories not just hallucinations. Inside the box was his old uniform from when he was Holy Rome, and also the panties that Chibitalia had given him before he left. Germany had all the proof he needed to show Italy that he really was his childhood love.

   After Italy had fled from the restaurant, he had gone home to think. He found an old painting of Holy Rome in his attic and just stared at it. He could see some similarities such as the hair. But what really hit him like a truck was the fact that the only other person Italy knew with those ice blue eyes on Holy Rome, was Germany. He thought about how Holy Rome had just sort of disappeared, and then how much he really did love Germany, and how they could conceivably be the same person. He remembered how Germany was acting weird all week, then suddenly started giving him things like flowers, and sparkly rings that looked like tomatoes. He then realized that Germany had confessed to loving him, but he had just panicked and run off. He knew that Germany was telling the truth because he remembered seeing this lovestruck face on him as he said that he was Holy Rome and still loved him.
   Italy knew what he had to do. He made sure that he was actually wearing clothes, then took off from his house screaming the name of the man that he loved. "GERMANY!!!"

   Germany was just about to climb into bed when Italy burst through the door. As Italy ran to him, Germany stood up straight. Italy ran up to Germany and threw his arms around him. Through tears Italy started apologizing. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you, and I'm sorry I ran away from you, and I'm REALLY sorry that I didn't tell you that I love you too!"
   Germany hugged Italy back with tears dripping down his own face as he started to say "It's ok Italy, I'm not mad. I must have scared you with all the thoughts of marriage and everything. It was really a lot to spring on you all at once, but you sprung your confession of love upon me with those roses..."
   Italy stopped crying for a moment and looked at Germany with tears still running down his face. "The roses?" he asked, "I just got you those because you're my best friend and I wanted to get you a Valentines Day gift."
   Germany looked confused "You mean you didn't know about the rose meaning a confession of love in German culture?"
   "No, but apparently I've loved you longer than I thought I did seeing as you are my Holy Rome, Germany."

   Germany smiled "So you do believe that I was Holy Rome. What a relief." Germany leaned down and kissed Italy. Then blushing said "It's a long walk home, but I suppose if you promise me you'll wear pants, at the very least, you can stay here tonight." Italy grinned and looked up at the man he loved "I'm not going to make any promises, but I'll try my best." Germany climbed into bed and then Italy cuddled in next to him, wearing pants at the very least. Germany threw an arm over his little friend and went to sleep.

   From the open door, Austria and Hungary watched in silence. Hungary looked as though she would explode from happiness. "Awww, so it did work out for Germany and Italy in the end after all." she cooed. Austria just stood there thinking about how Hungary was able to read Germany and Italy better than the psychology books could. He and Hungary crept off to their rooms and went to bed themselves, pleasantly aware that Germany and Italy were happily in love.