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Italy was asleep in Germany's bed. Again.
Germany sighed. He was slowly getting used to the happy-go-lucky Italian's habits. Instead of freaking out or trying to wake up the sleeping nation, he gently moved the smaller brunette to the side so he could lie down and get some sleep himself. As soon as he laid down, Italy rolled over and snuggled into the blonde's back. Again, Germany sighed.
"Gute Nacht, Italien..." he murmured before falling asleep.
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In Italy's dream, he was a small child again. He was sweeping the floor in the kitchen, humming a happy song. When he turned around, he froze in surprise. A small blonde boy wearing all black with a matching hat was standing in the doorway shyly.
Italy's eyes teared up. "Holy Rome! It's you! You promised you would come back, but you never did..." Suddenly, the dream had changed. Holy Rome was still a child, but Italy was an adult. "I waited for you, but you didn't come back... Why didn't you keep your promise?"
"I'm sorry, Italy... I know I said I'd return, but I couldn't come back then."
"What do you mean, you couldn't come back 'then'? Are you going to come home soon?"
"Yes. I promise. You will see me soon." With that, the edges of the dream started to blur, and Italy woke up with a small gasp.
"Holy Rome..."
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Germany was dreaming. It was a recurring dream he got every once in a while. He felt like he was a small child; he was staring at a picture and, for some reason, he was holding a small pushbroom.
Someone came up behind him and said, "Oh, is that a picture of your boyfriend/girlfriend/gender-neutral-chibi-thing?"
The small Germany jumped, then hid the picture in his cloak.
And suddenly, his dream changed. Germany was himself, but standing in front of him was a small boy. He was blonde with dark blue eyes. He wore a black hat with golden trim, a black tunic, and a black cloak. he held a small pushbroom identical to the one Germany had been holding in his previous dream.
"W-who... Are you?" he asked. The boy looked back at him calmly.
"I am the Holy Roman Empire. I am you." Germany's eyes widened. "I am you as a child. When you wake up, think back as far as you can and try to remember. Remember for her. You broke your promise to her before... Find her and make it right..."
With that, the Holy Roman Empire faded away, and Germany woke with a start.
He sat up, pushing his hair back, out of his eyes. He turned to check on Italy.
The brunette was curled up in a ball, crying softly. Germany stared at him, unsure of what to do. He gently placed his hand on Italy's shoulder.
"I-Italien? Are you ok? What's wrong?" he asked, being gentler than usual. The Italian man sniffled.
"I-I dreamed... I saw him again..." he responded softly.
"Who, Italy?"
"Holy Rome..."
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Germany, who had been hesitantly patting Italy's back, froze at those two words.
"Holy... Rome?" he asked slowly. Italy turned over, wiping his eyes.
"Sì... Did you know him?"
"In a way, ja, you could say I knew him... Italien, follow me?" He stood up, and Italy followed suit, grabbing onto Germany's hand. Germany blushed lightly at that, but said nothing.
They padded down the hall, and Germany pulled down the ladder that lead up to the attic. Italy hesitated at the foot of the ladder.
"G-Germania... Where are we going?" he asked nervously.
Germany looked back down at his friend and smiled softly at him, a rare expression for the serious nation. "I need to show you something I found up here the other day."
The brunette slowly followed the taller blonde up into the dark attic, grabbing his hand once more at the top of the ladder.
When Germany located the box he was looking for, he opened it. It contained a child's outfit consisting of a black tunic-like shirt, a black cloak, a white neck kerchief, and a black hat with gold trim. Italy's eyes opened wide.
"Holy Rome... His clothes..."
Germany reached into the box and gently unraveled the cloak from a small canvas. It depicted a small girl, sleeping on a couch. She wore a green dress with a white apron, and had her hair held back by a white bandanna. She had a small curl on the left side of her head, eerily similar to Italy's. Then, he lifted a small pushbroom off the wall next to the box. He handed these two items to Italy.
Italy gasped, his eyes welling up with tears once again.
"Germany... You... How do you... Why do you have Holy Rome's things? The picture and broom I gave him, his clothes..."
"Italy... I am Holy Rome. Or, I was Holy Rome. I'm sorry I didn't come back like I promised, but... I couldn't remember until just tonight..."
Italy stared at Germany. Then, after a while, he hugged him. Germany froze. "You may not have kept your promise to come back home, but you kept your promise that you'd see me soon..." the slight Italian murmured. Germany smiled faintly and hugged him back.
If one had looked at the scene from the right angle, they might have seen the phantoms of two children hugging-- one in a green dress, and the other in all black.
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A sweet Chibitalia/HRE fluff I thought of in Health class last Friday. It was a study period (the teacher was out), and I had a sudden stroke of inspiration. My muse didn't want to help with my other stories, though... Only to give me this sweet little oneshot.
I apologize if any of them seem OOC... I've never written Holy Rome before, and Germany is always a bit hard for me to write...
Does anyone find it strange that I teared up a bit while I was typing this up? Even though I'm the one who actually wrote it?
I do not own Italy, Chibitalia, Holy Rome, or Germany. Sadly. I would love a cute gender-neutral-chibi-thing to clean my house and to cuddle!! :3
I apologize if any of them seem OOC... I've never written Holy Rome before, and Germany is always a bit hard for me to write...
Does anyone find it strange that I teared up a bit while I was typing this up? Even though I'm the one who actually wrote it?
I do not own Italy, Chibitalia, Holy Rome, or Germany. Sadly. I would love a cute gender-neutral-chibi-thing to clean my house and to cuddle!! :3
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Listening to Kids Again by Example reminds me of these two so much!!