Do you hear me, I'm talking to you
Across the water across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying
With a sigh, Holy Rome looked up at the clouds up, his blue eyes shining lightly with the sunset that was setting over the horizon. Closing his eyes, his visions were only of Italy, the sweet little country that always had a smile on her little face,(I know he's a boy but this is HRE's POV so please don't correct me.) bringing a small blush and smile on his face with the blush hidden from the sun that blended with the color. He sighed once more only in a dreaming tone, his visions were like heaven, seeing Italy's smile and beautiful locks of hair that he wishes to stroke, and her beautiful dress that flowed with her movements and her sweet and cute voice was like music to his ears, wishing to hear it more. As he opened his eyes, he heard small footsteps coming towards him. Looking up, he sees little Italy, running towards Holy Rome with a bright smile that could put a shiny object to shame and giggling lightly. "Holy Rome!" She yelled before tackling him into a hug, making his eyes widen in embarrassment and shock, his cheeks growing redder as they both landed with Italy on top of him and their legs tangled in a small and loving embrace. Their lips were inches away until Holy Rome noticed and stuttered lightly in nervousness, his face even redder then before and gulped lightly. Italy looked at him confused and looked down when she noticed she was on top of him and blushed herself, getting off and getting them out of that tangled mess. "O-oh...I-I'm sorry...Holy Rome.." He stuttered and scratched the back of his head lightly. "A-ah...I-it's ok Italy...I-I don't mind.." He said lightly.
Boy, I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard
During those times with Austria, Italy would usually have a hard time because of the chores he had to do for him. That was until he met Holy Rome. His heart would usually pound against his chest and he would always blush or act nervous around him, making him look completely weak and wimpy in front of him, not even realizing that Holy Rome felt those same feelings that Italy was going through.
~Time-skip (sorry DX)~
It was time for Holy Rome to go off to war. His heart was feeling shattered and guilty for leaving Italy, but he had to, even if he didn't want to leave, they would force him to go anyways. "Wait! Holy Rome!" He turned around to find poor little Italy running towards him with tears streaming from his eyes. "Please don't leave Holy Rome! You can't!" He said, holding Holy Rome's arm and begging him not to go. "I'm sorry Italy...but I have too.." Italy sniffled and gave him his panties, making him blush red and eyes widen as he hesitantly took them. "M-maybe...you should take these..and...and you won't forget about me.." He said blushing, looking away in slight embarrassment. Holy Rome nodded and blushed red, looking at the panties that he received from Italy. "W-wait..what do you do in your country wh-when you like someone..?" "U-um...Y-you kiss I think..." Holy Rome gulped and began to lean in towards Italy as their lips met in a gentle and sweet embrace that seemed to have lasted forever as the world stopped working between them, their lips not leaving until the need for oxygen interfered and they broke apart, looking into each other’s eyes before coming back to each other’s lips and embracing each other once more, not wanting to let go. When they broke apart, they couldn't help but look into each other’s eyes once more. "I've loved you for a very long time Italy..." Italy's eyes glowed with hope and smiled lightly. "R-really..?" Holy Rome smiled back and held him tightly. "Yes...I wouldn't lie to you.." After having their last kiss, they broke apart towards their separate ways and Italy watched Holy Rome leave for war with a small smile and tears streaming through his eyes.
Lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again~
It was years later with Italy grown up and smiling as ever, even though he missed Holy Rome a little, he still wanted to stay happy just for him. Teaming up with Germany and Japan made Italy so much happier, and he just couldn’t help but be a little affectionate towards Germany since he kind of reminded him of Holy Rome for some strange reason.
Later that morning, Germany and Italy were finishing up on their training as usual, with Italy behind and Germany ahead. Germany sighed and slowed down a little for him to catch up, slightly getting frustrated at the small Italian. “Ve~ thanks Germany!” he said cheerfully with a bright smile, making Germany blush lightly and turn away with a small sigh. “Y-your velcome…Italia…” After the training session, Italy gave Germany a small hug and a kiss on the cheek before walking back to their base, unaware that he left poor Germany flustered from his actions. “Honestly…I don’t know about zhat kid..” He said softly before following Italy back to their base.
And so I'm sailing through the sea
To an island where we'll meet
You'll hear the music fill the air
I'll put a flower in your hair
Everyday Italy seemed rather nervous for some strange reason, his auburn eyes gleaming slightly with worry, and he always seemed to stutter slightly whenever he talked to Germany. Things seemed to be slightly different between the two countries, Italy would be nervous, and Germany would feel rather awkward and would have either a blushing red face, or butterflies in his stomach. It was almost as if they were both questioning their friendship really. Every night, Italy would sleep next to germany with his arms wrapped around his waist and his head resting against his back, as if wanting protection from any danger that could happen in the night, making Germany blush red and have a few drops of cold sweat that dripped down on his forehead from the close contact, and feeling Germany's warmth and sniffing slightly at the small oder of the shampoo that Germany used, made him feel hot and somtimes a little bothered. Although they both don't realize it, they were both in love...with eachother.
Though the breezes through the trees
Move so pretty you're all I see
As the world keeps spinning round
You hold me right here right now
The next day, Germany returned to his home that he shared with his older brother, Prussia, and began to sweep the floors in the many different rooms, trying not to miss any spot that he could have made. Sweeping through the dusts, his last stop to sweep was his brother's room. Opening the door, his room was actually cleaner then he really expected, which surprised him but continued to sweep anyways. Noticing a drawer, he opened it to reveal a black book that seemed to have 'Prussia, Keep out or taste my awesomeness!' He smiled and chuckled lightly, he was his younger brother, and he should at least see what his older brother has gotten into, so he flipped the pages in the book, landing on the page that seemed to have a pair of a child's panties, making Germany blush red. He read the small entry.
West seemed to be carrying a pair of panties with him, and when I took it from him, he suddenly went beserk and actually tried to get them back, I'll just have to keep them in here for the meantime.
-The Awesome Prussia
Everything began to flash before his eyes, his childhood, becoming the Holy Roman Empire, working with Austria, and...Italy. He quickly got up and rushed out the door, running towards Italy's house.
Lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Once Germany reached to Italy, he was busy watering the plants from his garden. With a smile, he couldn't help but wave towards him. "Hey Germa-" His sentence cut short when Germany suddenly held him into a tight hug and kissed his sweet lips, leaving Italy in a state of shock. After the sweet and gentle yet surprising kiss, they broke apart, leaving Italy panting slightly. "G-germany...Wh-what's gotten into you..?" He asked nervously until he was suddenly hugged again and their lips being connected once more. Italy's eyes slowly closed and melted into the kiss, clinging onto Germany's shirt and tugging it lightly, needing air. Germany held him and whispered softly in his ear: "I'm back..."