A/N: hey people!

I won't tell you if this fic is an AU. That's up to you to decide. Basically people are getting weird dreams and they don't know if it's real or just dreams.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

"Ve Germany! Ti amo!" Feliciano Vargas, aka Northern Italy, said hugging Ludwig.

Ludwig sighed as he tried to do his paperwork. "Ich liebe dich." he said, almost immediately. If he didn't Italy had a habit of crying.

Italy beamed and hugged Germany even more. "Germa~~~~~ny. Come on. Let's play some soccer or something. I'm bored."

"I have work to do Italy. I'll play with you later." he said.

"Promise?" Italy said pouting.

Germany refused to think how cute the Italian looked with his lower lip out like a childs.

"Promise."

"Okay then. I'll go make us some pasta while I wait." he said, before kissing Germanys cheek and walking out of his office.

Germany felt his cheek where Italy had kissed him and blushed.

Ludwig Beilschmidt woke up with a start and sat up in bed breathing heavily.

His body was covered in sweat causing his tank top to stick to him. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and laid back down onto his pillows still breathing hard.

That dream again, granted each one was different but they had the same underlying to it.

And that boy.

Ludwig blushed as he felt the boy kiss his cheek again in his mind. He tried to recall a name but nothing came to him.

He glanced at his clock and groaned at seeing that it was three in the morning. Combined with the nerve wrecking dream, the fact that he has three different tests tomorrow, and that he couldn't calm himself showed little chance of him getting back to sleep.

For the past three months he has had this dream. Of himself and others, who they were he didn't know. Who they were supposed to be in the dream he didn't know. The only person who he did know was his brother that occasionally had a place in his dream.

The others their picture, voice, and everything else faded away from his memories.

Except that one boy.

The boy with brown hair, chocolate eyes, and a curl on the side of his head.

His picture and voice never went away, even if his name did.

Groaning he got out of his bed and walked to the bathroom where he splashed cold water on his face. As he was drying his face off he glanced at the mirror from a corner of his eye.

There he was…only wearing a military outfit with the swastika.

Jumping towards to the mirror he looked again only to see himself. Pale, in boxers and a tank top, anxious, and maybe a bit scared.

He hung the towel back on the rack and after one more uncertain glance at the mirror he left towards the kitchen.

To his surprise his brother was already there and eating ice cream from the carton.

Gilbert glanced over his shoulder and didn't look too surprised at seeing his younger brother wide awake at three in the morning.

"Yo." he said, taking the spoon out of his mouth.

Ludwig nodded in reply, took a separate spoon, and sat down on his brothers other side and started to eat the ice cream as well.

"The dreams again?" Gilbert asked.

Ludwig sighed around a spoon of chocolate. "Yeah." he mumbled.

Gilbert flinched. "Ouch. Seriously I think we need to see a doctor about this."

Ludwig glanced at his brother who was avoiding his eyes. "Who were you this time?"

"…the Teutonic Knight."

Gilbert also had the same dreams, he just remembered more than Ludwig usually did, including the fact of who he was.

Ludwig sighed. "This is going to drive us insane."

"Pills usually work."

He frowned. "Pills aren't the answer to everything Gilbert."

Gilbert snorted. "Says who?"

Ludwig chose not to answer as he ate a spoonful of strawberry ice cream now.

"Was he there again?"

Knowing who Gilbert was talking about Ludwig blushed.

"Guess that's a yes."

"I have no idea why he's so important that I remember him." an aggravated Ludwig said.

"Maybe…" Gilbert hesitated. Ludwig glanced at his brother who looked slightly embarrassed.

"What?" Ludwig prompted.

"Maybe all that…is our past lives." Gilbert looked silly just saying that.

"Past lives?" that was so unlike Gilbert to say something like that.

Gilbert hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Believe it or not I looked this shit up. Sometimes people get dreams of who they were in their past lives. Maybe this is one of those times."

Ludwig sighed, ignoring the sudden ache in his heart.

"Or maybe…we should just forget about all this. Pretend it doesn't exist and live on our lives." Gilbert continued.

Ludwig slowly nodded. "I think…that's the best way we should go."

The two brothers were silent as they continued to eat the remaining of the rapidly melting ice cream.

Feliciano Vargas ignored everything around him.

His complete and total concentration was on the canvas in front of him and he focused on painting the image from his mind onto the blank paper.

It was easy; after all he was an artist.

He barely heard his brother enter yawning. Lovino Vargas leaned against the door waiting for his brother to finish, he knew that anything he said Feliciano wouldn't remember.

It wasn't until he put the paint brush down that Lovino said "Fratello, why the hell do you keep torturing yourself like this?"

Feliciano glanced over his shoulder at his brother before turning back to the painting. "Because I don't want to forget."

"We have classes in a few hours."

"I'll be fine." he said, dipping the paint brush back into the paint.

Lovino sighed and went back to his bedroom.

Feliciano ignored him and focused on the boy that he was painting. A boy with blonde hair and blue eyes.

'Why?' he thought to himself as his heart clenched. 'Why do I yearn for you? Who are you?'

Okay that kinda made me start to cry.

Hope you guys enjoyed this. This can go either way, a oneshot or a multi-chapter fic.

I know which way this is going but it's up to you to decide if their time as a nation was a dream or was a reality and their bosses organized the whole thing.

Until next time this is Phoenix-Fire Power over and out.