Allo!

So, this is based off of a few things; Hetalia of course and the scene in Big Fish with the Siamese twins and the Vietnam war, none of which I own. I will continue this! But for now, here it is!

"Why wont you just let me go instead? Ludwig, I could handle myself out there!" Italy cried. A letter had come in the mail earlier that week, saying that one male of the household was to join the war in some Asian country Italy hadn't heard much of before the war. Germany, being the one with more war experience, already made it clear that he would go instead of Italy. It was an effort to protect him. However, Italy knew the possible outcomes of Germany leaving, as did Germany himself.

"Feliciano, we both know that isn't true. You and I both know I am the stronger one, therefore I am going to go." Germany said calmly.

"No!" Italy threw himself into Germany's chest and latched onto his shirt. He cried into the fabric. "No! Please, Ludwig, don't go! Please!" he begged. If his theories were true, and Germany was shot and killed, Italy didn't think he would be able to cope.

Germany sighed. It truly pained him to see Italy so desperate to keep him safe. "If I don't go, we will both be put in prison. Then you may be separated from me forever, with no contact with each other. At least this way I can write to you. But, Feliciano, I cant let you join. You wont make it, and I'll never forgive myself. Calm down, ok?" Germany smiled and petted Italy's hair. "The war will be over before you know it. And I'll be back again, I promise."

"O-ok…" Italy sniffled.

"Good. The military truck is supposed to be here in one hour. I'm all packed, so…should we…make it last?"

Italy nodded.

"Alright then." Germany said as he lifted Italy into his arms bridal style and carried him onto the couch. There was where they lay and snuggled for the better amount of an hour. (I know what you assumed they were going to do…Pervs! Besides, doing something like that would only make you realize fully what you would be without. And since Italy was not too keen in the situation as is, Germany decided to comfort him.)

A large grey truck pulled up to the house and waited. Italy looked out the window and frowned. It was time for Germany to go. Germany swung the large bag onto his back and walked up to Italy from behind. He wrapped his arms around the Italian gently and kissed the top of his head. Italy began to sniffle.

"Are you…are you sure you have to go, Ludwig?" Italy turned around to face Germany.

"If I don't, we both have to pay the price." Germany softly kissed Italy's lips and smiled as he pulled away. "I will return. I promise."

"I'll be safe."

"Ich liebe dich, Feliciano."

"Ti amo, Ludwig." and in what seemed like only a few seconds, Germany was on the truck. Italy immediately went into the bedroom he and Germany shared. He just wanted to crawl into bed and fall asleep. Sleep until the war was over. Sleep until Germany came back. But something looked odd in the room…and then Italy saw it; one of Germany's black tank tops and his green army-like jacket. He had left those for Italy. Italy walked over to the neatly folded clothes and smiled. He picked up the green jacket, held it close to his chest, and began to cry. Germany hadn't been gone for more than ten minutes and already Italy wanted the war to be over.