Fallen~GerIta

Chapter seventeen

I had collected all of my stuff before he returned, and grabbed my passport.

I grabbed a notepad and pen off the dresser and wrote a note.

Dear Germany,

I'm sorry for leaving you like this, and for ever saying anything in the first place.

I didn't mean to make you mad, I just wanted to tell you before it was too late.

I'm sorry.

Lov-, (I had to cross it out)

From, Italy.

I sighed and set the note on his bed, before walking out the door, for god only knows how long.

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Germany's POV

"TI AMO!" He screamed at me.

I sat zhere shocked, he said it, he actually said it.

He seemed to vait for mein answer, und I vas absolutely speechless.

He loved me?!

I vas about to reply, zhen he sighed und grabbed his vhite flag.

"I'm-a sorry Doitsu..." He murmured before running out zhe door.

"ITALIA!" I called out but he vas already gone.

I stood up quickly und threw open zhe door, before sprinting down zhe street after him.

I couldn't let him go, I just couldn't.

I vas catching up to him, und he looked back.

I vas focusing so hard on running, I usually look angry, so he took it zhe vrong vay und ran even faster.

I reached for him, but he lead me to a park und lost me.

I checked everyvhere, but I couldn't find him.

I lost him.

I lost my little Italia.

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Italy's POV

I had boughten a plane ticket and was already heading back to Italy.

I watched out the window, and saw the last of Germany.

I made a promise to be with him for Prussia, but I broke it.

I closed my eyes and let a tear fall before falling asleep.

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Germany's POV

I valked inside zhe house and slammed zhe door.

"ITALIA!" I called out vorriedly and began to search zhe house.

I searched it from top to bottom, becoming less vorried und more angry at myself.

I vent inside mein bedroom und sat on zhe bed, und rubbed mein eyes as vell.

I zhen noticed somezhing odd.

I vas crying.

I gasped und viped zhem avay.

I couldn't believe I vas crying.

I shivered und looked over, before noticing a note on mein bed.

I took it quickly und ripped it open, und saw it vas Italy's handwriting.

I read und re-read zhe letter until I smudged zhen pen vith mein tears

I vatched him walk avay, not stopping him.

Ich leibe dich.

Zhree vords zhat could have changed our lives.

Yet I didn't say zhem.

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Italy's POV

As soon as I landed, I had to call Prussia to apologize.

"Hallo! Zhis is zhe awesome Pr- I mean Gilbert speaking! I'm not home right now, I'm probably having awesome sex vith mein awesome husband, or visiting my not as-awesome-yet-still-awesome Bruder! Leave a message at zhe awesome tone! ~Kesesesese!" He said as his dial-tone went on afterwards.

"C-Ciao. It's-a Italy. I'm sorry Prussia, but....something happened. I think I-a made him even more angry and sad. I have to-a go. Arrivederci."

I said finally and hung up as fresh tears began to fall.

I walked through the airport and hailed a taxi once I walked outside the doors.

I wipe away my tears and got in, before I shut the door, and looked out the window.

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Germany's POV

Ti Amo.

TI Amo

TI AMo

TI AMO.

Mein mind screams zhe vords.

He is your leibling, so stop sitting here und go after him!

I vas at var vith myself, und I had no idea vhere to find him.

I vould cross all zhe oceans for mein Italia, even if I vould die in zhe process.

I made a promise to a man I had met on zhe battlefield.

He vas obviously German, yet he vore zhis odd black coat und black hat.

He vas injured, und I vas on medical duty zhat day.

As I checked his bullet wound, he grabbed my collar und pulled me closer.

"Tell....her....tell her I promise to return." He murmured.

I remember I vas confused, "Tell who?"

"I-Ita....I...Ich liebe dich Italia..." He said before he closed his eyes one final time.

I didn't know who he vas, but...I saw him again afterwards.

He vas in mein dream, und explained to me to find "her," for him.

He had shown me a picture of a little Italian girl sleeping on a chair, und she really looked like Italy.

I remembered vhen he vas dying, he said "Italia," but it must've been Italia's sister instead.

I vas confused, und agreed. He smiled und disappeared.

I zhought about him, und made a promise to myself to love someone like zhat man did.

And zhen Italia came along, und now I have my chance.

I never forgot about zhat man, or vhat he fought for, because he fought for love.

Und his name vas Holy Rome.