" GERMANY ,  I'M SORRY  !"  Italy shouted , sitting bolt upright in his bed.  He was sweating ,  and he felt a bit dizzy.  I was a nightmare ,  just a terrible nightmare. Not real.  Except .....Italy knew it has really happened,  a long , long time ago.  The time he had betrayed Germany and joined the allies.  The thoughts made him shiver.  But he didn't have time to think about that now ,  Germany was running down the hall,  and he wrench open the door out of breath.  " Italy , I heard ju scream ,  vhat happened ? " . Italy gave a smile , laughing "  nothing , nothing !  You see ,  I simply had a nightmare , but I'm perfectly fine "  he explained. The German looked suspicious , jut odds and began off to bed. As he close the door behind him , he said quietly " it vasn't jur fault , Feliciano "  and close the door behind him . The amber-eyes nation stared after him ,  perplexed.  Germany wasn't so easy fooled after all ....