A/N: Well hello, everyone! Dmitrii here! This is not the first fanfic I've written, but just the first I decided to put up here. I love World/N. Italy, so all my fanfics will all be Italy pairings! Hopefully you will like this~

DISCLAIMER:I do not own Hetalia. If I did, then Hana-Tamago would be wearing a fedora.

"C'mon, Gilbert!" A small, brunette shouted happily at his friend behind him; extending his hand for him to grab it.

His friend, Gilbert, grabbed his hand, letting himself be pulled away. A smile tugging at his lips as he watched the Italian skip down sidewalk of the rather large city.

Gilbert was happy today. Extremely happy. It was someones birhday today; not his, but the cute Italian's. Feliciano Vargas is his name. And he's the best thing that has ever happened to the German.

"Where are we going, Feli?" The taller asked. Smile still planted on his face.

"Ve, to this great restaurant! They make very good pasta~!" The bubbly Feliciano replied. They suddenly turned a corner and began walking faster; he probably really wanted this pasta.

Gilbert laughed at this, "sounds great, but since it is your birthday...I'm paying!"

The Italian suddenly stopped and looked up at the red-eyed man before him.

"Oh, but...OK! But then I owe you after this!" He giggled as he got on his tip toes to plant a kiss on Gilbert's cheek.

Gilbert flushed a deep red, but still looked down with a smile at the other. Feliciano then pointed across the street.

"That's the restaurant over there! Let's go, Gilbert~" Grabbing the German's hand tighter to cross the street, but was soon baffled at the fact Gilbert was not moving.

"G-Gilbert..?"

"We can't cross this street, Feli! It's not safe!" The two looked over at it; Gilbert was right. It wasn't safe. This street was known for how many people died passing it...Yet Feliciano wants to.

"It's perfectly safe, Gil! Ve~ I've crossed this street plenty of times!" He gave the taller a toothy grin.

"How can you have crossed this street plenty of times, and still be standing next to me!" Gilbert asked the cute Italian.

Feliciano grabbed the German's pale hands, and smiled up at him.

"How about this! Ve, I'll cross the street myself, and when I make it to the other side, you'll see it's safe and then you can cross the street and be with me!" And before Gilbert could say something, Feliciano was already rushing through to get to the restaurant.

Everything seemed to be going by slowly...

Everything that was placed before Gilbert was slowing down...

Everthing but that car...

There was a shrill scream, and a loud screech of wheels. That's when Gilbert took in the sight before him.

The limp body laying in the middle of the road.

"F...Feliciano...?"

The limp, brown haired body. The one that meant so much to the German. The one that layed there.

Dead.

"FELICIANO!"

Gilbert sat up in bed, his body covered in sweat. He breathed out loudly. Letting out a loud sigh, he covered his face with both of his hands.

Looks like he had that dream again.

A/N: Sorry if it was too short...But hopefully you enjoyed it! Leave a review if you did!

All flames will be smothered in Nutella, and eaten by my cat.

Dmitrii-out!