((This is my very first ship writing, bare with me if there are any errors or if there are mishaps along the way. I will try to fix them! Also, I decided to make this very much on having the 'feels' throughout the book, and if you don't like it, stop reading it! ^u^ that is all~))

Prologue: 

"Italy..." A voice was heard in the distance. 

"Hmm?" I blinked twice and looked around me. A field of tall grass and white and yellow daises covered the land, a distance castle was upheld on a hill, and a large drawing book was laid right next to me. I rubbed my eyes and stared out into the distance. Everything around here looked familiar....everything about this place reminded me of a time and place Romano made me forget....made me try to forget. 

I sat up from the grass tickling my sides and stretched my arms. My arms felt sore and my back felt as though it had been hit a bunch of times. I winced and rubbed a sore area of my back. The pain was there but it didn't hurt as much....it was as if it were healing away. But my wounds never heal fast without help...

"Italy..." Said the voice again.

I looked up and clutched my drawing book tightly. "W-Who goes there?" I squeaked.

"Italy...," said the voice at a closer distance than before, “I came back...I came back for you..."

I slowly stood and gasped. I was in my little maid’s uniform from centuries back; I was small and tiny...with a little girl's voice. This was weird...I never thought I could look like this again. 

"Italy!" The crunching of grass was heard at least a few feet away. I turned around and found myself face-to-face with someone I had not seen in forever. 

His black hat, his uniform, his swishing cape....this couldn't be him...it couldn't be...

"I came back! Just as we promised." He smiled widely and I felt my face heat up. 

This couldn't be! The last time I saw him was in the year 900...he couldn't have...Austria said he was forever lost...

"Y-You did?" I tear up. 

This had to be a dream...none of this was real, his appearance, the place...everything was fake! It had to be...it wouldn't make any sense without my friends back home, my REAL home. 

He nodded and cupped my cheek. "Yes...a-and I was wondering if we could-" 

Everything else went mute, his words, his features, everything. I blinked and looked at him confused. He seemed to have repeated the question but I was left with a blank expression. What was wrong with me?! Why couldn't I hear his words?

The boy tears up and stared into my huge hazel eyes. He mouthed the words Italia and kissed me. 

It was a kiss I had forgotten in so long. A kiss that felt my world and his were crashing down. I don't know what I was supposed to do or act around him. I thought I was over him...but why do I feel my heart beating this way? Am I sick? Am I dead? Is this even real?!

As I felt his lips brush against mine, all I could do was just kiss him back...

It felt just right but...why does it feel so wrong?

As the dream faded, and darkness appeared, I cried in my sleep. 

This was the fifth time this week I had done this. I barely got any sleep and Germany's daily routine health runs, weren't even keeping me up to my happy go-to self. I sniffled; wiping off the rest of my dried up tears, and curling up under the thin covers. 

I don't know what has gotten into me, but I feel as if every time I'm day dreaming...every time I'm sleeping... I see him.

I see Holy Roman Empire...

But why?