Hello everyone! This is my first story that I'm posting to the public, and of course it had to be Hetalia. It's just so cute.

Anyway this story is called 'Love Remains the Same.' A GerIta story. Obviously yaoi, don't like don't read. Duurr.

Like I said, this is my first posted fanfic and comments and reviews are much appreciated.

Main pairings; ItalyxGermany/HRE, PrussiaxAustria and a bit of Spamano in later chapters.

I don't own Hetalia, just the story.

Everything was dark, Italy whimpered curling in on himself as he stood in place. Where was everything, this wasn't his and Germany's shared bedroom. This was a void, an abyss of nothing for miles. A place he had seen to many times and haunted him for years.

"Germany?" The Italian said weakly, clutching his sides, amber eyes looking back and forth at the black emptiness. "Germany, help me!"

"Italy." A tired voice sounded behind him. That voice.. it couldn't be.

"Holy Rome." He breathed out.

The small blonde stood behind the Italian, a soft light seemed to glow around his form, letting Italy sweep his eyes over his body. Holy Rome looked how he always had all those years ago, yet somehow different. This version was older, though still younger then Italy. He looked tired and worn, rings formed under those blue eyes Italy always dreamed about now seemed lifeless and faded. A soft, sad smile graced his lips as he looked up at the older nation.

"I'm so glad I got to see you again, Italy. It really has been a long time." Holy Rome said softly.

Italy didn't know how to react. His chest swelled as he looked upon the familiar face of the blonde, his heart threatened to break at any moment. Slowly, the brunette took a few hesitant steps towards the other, his arm raised to reach out and grab Holy Rome. The blonde sensed this and took a step back away from his arm, staying out of reach. Hurt flashed across Italy's face, a few tears welled up in his eyes.

"This isn't real, is it?" Italy asked quietly. "Are you really here?"

Holy Rome sighed. "What do you think? Does this seem real to you?"

"I.. I don't know."

"I wish it was," Holy Rome confessed, looking down at the ground. "I wish I could touch and hold you again. We could sit in the flower fields again." His arm waved and the dark emptiness changed. The blue sky hung above them, the sun floating lazily amidst white clouds. A field of colorful flowers engulfed the two, swaying slightly in the warm breeze. Italy felt his eyes widened as he looked around. It was so beautiful, just how it had been when he lived with Austria. "I wish I hadn't died."

That did it, Italy felt his heart break. Holy Rome was dead, he wasn't coming back. Nobody knew where he was, he just vanished from everyone's minds. Everyone except Italy.

"Holy Rome," He choked out, dropping to his knees in the flowers, hands covering his ears trying to block out the others words. Holy Rome couldn't be dead, he just couldn't. His body curled in on itself as sobs racked throughout him. Why did he have to go? Why didn't he stay? It would have saved so many years of waiting and heartbreak.

Holy Rome frowned and walked out, gently lowering to his knees beside the other. Slowly, his hand reached out, brushing his small hand through the Italian's soft hair. Italy was beside himself, tears rolled down his cheeks and fell down on to the flowers.

"I'm so sorry, Italy. I really am." Holy Rome said softly. Petals began to swirl around them and the beautiful scene faded slowly back into the dark nothing. Italy panicked, loooking up at the blonde. He was fading away with the flowers, a soft smile on his face. "I love you Italy,"

"No, don't go again! Please, Holy Rome!" The italian called out, hands pushing forward to try and grab him and make him stay forever. "Holy Rome!"

"Italy," a voice said quietly. "Italy."

The brunette wailed, a broken and pathetic mess as he watched the one he loved disappear from his eyes again. Italy looked up at the dark expanse above him and screamed, tears flooding from his eyes, body shaking from bottled up emotions. Holy Rome's voice seemed to float around, calling his name almost urgently.

"Italy."

"Italy."

"Italy!"

Amber eyes shot open, the dark abyss was gone and was now replaced by the familiar room. His chest heaved and he took heavy breaths, tears still falling down his face. Worried crystal blue eyes looked down at him. Strong, firm hands were wrapped around his thin arms to keep him still. A feeling of comfort and safety washed throughout the Italian.

"Italy, mien gott. Are you okay? You were screaming and crying in your sleep." Germany said quietly.

Italy stared up at the blonde wide eyed, the perfect replica of Holy Rome. It was almost scary how much the German looked like him.

"Germany," Italy sobbed, pushing up to bury his face into blank top the other wore. Germany was startled at the sudden movement, but that quickly turned into concern for his friend. His arms wrapped gently around the lithe form of the Italian, holding him there. The blonde rocked back and forth, murmuring soft comforting words and petting the brunette's hair. After a while, Italy ran out of tears to cry, and exhaustion took over stealing the small male into sleep. Germany sighed and laid back down on their bed, keeping the now sleeping Italian against him. His blue eyes scanned the others face. He looked awful. Dark circles were under those normally bright eyes, his caramel colored skin now looked pale and sickly. Germany cursed himself for not noticing this before, but he had been so busy with other things, he was hardly home now a days, and when he was home he hadn't taken time to notice the change in the Italian. This need to change, immediately. But who would know how to help Italy? Romano? The blonde cringed thinking about calling the other Italian for help. He probably wouldn't do anything anyway, just call him a 'potato bastard' and tell the younger to suck it up and stop being a baby. Romano never was the best at being helpful.

Well who else could he ask? Not Japan, his methods of helping weren't actually all that helpful. That was pretty much his friends list. Germany grit his teeth, he realy needed to make more relationships with the other nations.

The only other person the German could talk to was Prussia.

The blonde sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. Guess that was his last resort. Prussia may be hard headed and didn't think things through at times, but he was helpful when need be.

Italy fidgeted next to Germany, who turned his attention back to him.

"Please.. don't go.." He murmured softly, his face scrunching up, threatening to start crying again. Germany gently ran his fingers through Italy's hair and that seemed to calm him down measurably, a soft sigh escaping from his lips.

The German frowned and carefully pulled from the Italian's grasp. Italy didn't seem to notice and grabbed a pillow, hiding his face in it. Germany sighed relieved and quietly got from the bed, padding down to his office. The clock on the wall, it read 3:10. Well hopefully Prussia wouldn't get to mad. Sitting down on the desk, the blonde picked up the phone and dialed the number.

It rang a few times before a groggy voice picked up.

"Vho the hell is calling me. Do you have any idea vhat time it is?"

"East, it's me. I need your help." Germany said quietly.

"Vest? You had better be dying if you're calling me this late." Prussia snapped, yawning loudly in the phone.

"I'm not dying, but I'm vorried about Italy. There is something vrong vith him." Germany heard his brother make an annoyed sound.

"You're calling me because you are vorried about Italy," Prussia grumbled. "I'm sure he is fine."

Germany pursed his lips. "He is not fine. I'm really concerned for his health. I don't think he's sleeping, he keeps having nightmares about a Holy Rome or something." He muttered.

There was a pause and rustling in the background and Prussia hissed something quietly to a different person. "Vhy don't you call his brother?" Prussia suggested.

Germany ignored the fact that his brother was having a 'sleep over' with someone and frowned. "Do you vant to talk to Romano?" He questioned.

"… No not really. Jeez, fine the avesome me vill help you vith your little friend. I'll come by tomorrow. Now go to sleep and quit bothering me." The elder snapped and hung up. The blonde sighed and put the phone back down. He ran a hand through his messy hair before pushing up from the desk and heading back to the bedroom. Italy was sleeping peacfully, thankfully. Germany crawled back into the bed, curling up in the covers. His blue eyes watched the other sleep, he could feel Italy's soft breaths wash over his face. It was comforting and calmed his nerves somewhat. The blonde threw a hand over the others waist and pulled him close. Slowly, his eyes got heavier before falling to sleep.

"What's wrong?" Austria asked, rolling on his back to look at the albino.

Prussia sighed and ran a hand through his tangled white hair. "Italy is starting to bring back memories of him." He sighed and looked at the other, whose face was twisted into concern. "I'm scared he is going to put the pieces together and tell Vest."

Austria sighed and laid his arm over his eyes. "I thought that Italy got over that. It was years ago. He should have moved on."

"Right, vell he didn't. Ve are going over there tomorrow." He mumbled tiredly, putting his face in the pillow. Austria grunted in response and pulled the covers back up before falling asleep again.

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