Memory's.... (Germany and N.Italy only)

"No," the Italian shook his head, wiping the tears of mirth from the corner of his eyes, "thank you, Ludwig!"


"W-what do you do...with the person you like...at your house?"

It seemed like such an simple question, but even the little maid had to think for a moment. What do you do with the person you love?

And when the answer came to her, it was so obvious. Hugs were nice, and so were sweet words and touches, but a kiss meant so much more. A kiss on the cheek could mean a hello to new acquaintances, a small promise of the friendship to come; Mothers kissed their children scraps and bruises, telling them it'll be alright and nothing would hurt them again; lovers kissed each other's lips, sealing the promise they had made, expressing so much more than the words their lips could say.

"You...kiss them..."

A lover's kiss...


Feliciano grabbed Ludwig's hands in his, intertwining their fingers. "Millie grazie, Ludwig. Truly." He looked up at the man, his eyes filled with all the devotion his heart had to give, all the love felt for the man in front of him. The man he had waited for all his life.

"Thanks for coming back, and thanks for loving me again...."

Lothar had never imagined it like this. Her lips were soft like cotton candy and she truly returned the feelings he had for her. The day had come. The day that he would be able to tell her that she was in his mind and in his heart all the time.

The kiss broke way to early and the boy glanced into her beautiful golden eyes, her soft cheeks shining in this slight shade of pink. He didn't want to go. He didn't want to leave her now. Now that he was finally able to be with her.

But Lothar knew his duty. He had to go and fight for his empire. That empire that he would share with her once he came back. Though the boy would not go without telling her...

"Italia... Ever since the 900,s... I've always loved you."

And Ludwig still did. He still loved these golden eyes. Even if Italy had changed a lot from what he was back then to the man he was now. But so did Ludwig. Their love for each other was the only thing that still remained from these long ago times.

Taking Feliciano's face him his hands he glanced into these big eves he loved so much and gave his partner one of his very rare smiles. "Oh Ita-chan. How could I forget you...?"
Then he leaned down and kisses these soft lips like he did back then when they were still young and innocent and the future was a way to go, a path for both of them that leads to better times. Together.

"U-uwaaaaah..."

Feliciano trembled in the darkness surrounding him, becoming a little claustrophobic as time went on and the hours stretched passed, knees shaking and back aching from being cramped in that tiny tomato crate.

Even so...even so, being stuck in here was much better than being out there fighting! Why did they have to fight? He wanted to stay neutral, but his brother had urged them to fight; after all, didn't he want his cities back?

But, now that they had signed that pact and entered the war, he wished he just let Roderich keep them! Fighting was scary and hard, and he didn't like it at all! And now that scary man Germany was on his land...was his name Ludwig? He couldn't remember, but he just wished he would leave him alone!

"V-ve...s-so scary...u-uwah...I-I don't want to fight anymore...v-ve...."

Someone come save me...anyone...please....

A knocking on the box almost scared him out of his skin, his trembling and tears increasing ten-fold.

"G-go away, go away! I-I'm...I'm just a lowly tomato box fairy!"

Despite his protest, the lid was ripped away from his retreat.

And an almost familiar face stared down at him...


Feliciano wrapped his arms around his lover's neck, savoring the gentle touch on his lips, the kiss speaking more than any number of "Ti amo's" he could utter. Chest against chest, heartbeats mingling and becoming one...He never wanted to leave these arms again.

Ludwig's smile was contagious, a grin brighter than any star splitting his blushed face, happy giggles passing through still moist lips. "...eh heh!" He rubbed his nose against the bigger man's, tickled beyond words.

Of course he had waited a long time to be in the arms of his beloved again...but it was moments like this that made all those years of waiting worth it.

Ludwig just stared plainly at the crying and cringing man on the dirt in front of him. Seriously? This was Italy? A descent of the great antic empire Roma? The tall German couldn't believe it. A wimp like this...

But something seems oddly familiar with this man. And Ludwig got the feeling that it would become incredible difficult to get rid of these brown, teary eyes that already burned memory's into the blond's mind.

Ludwig placed a last, soft kiss onto Feliciano's forehead before he parted away and took off the old hat. "I think this were enough memory's for today." He also took off the cape and put both pieces of clothes back into the closet before closing it. Shutting away all the things, hiding then again out of his life and his mind.

Folding the soft fabric of the panties he gave a slight smile to his partner. "I will take these with me and lock them in my safe... So I wont forget again about the promise we made." Ludwig stretched out his hand, offering it to Feliciano for holding it. "Come on, lets go. We need to find a good place for the maid painting and the antic sword."

Feliciano grabbed the German's hand eagerly, smiling madly. "Eh heh, okay~!" He reached up on his toes to give Ludwig a quick peck on the cheek, the faint blush still brightening his face. "I bet we can find a nice frame for the painting somewhere!" He bent over to pick up the paint and the sword before they headed out of the attic, closing the door behind them.

That attic had been full of memories, for sure. Some good, some bad, but still...despite all the memories locked behind that door, it didn't change the here and now. And as Feliciano looked up at Ludwig, looked up at the man he had waited on for so long, had loved for so long, and who was now with him, giving him just as much love in return...

...well, he coudln't help but think that the here and now was much, much better than any memory that wardrobe held.