(( I just had this idea. This is my take on what would happen if Germany was to remember…

Well, you'll have to keep reading!

Fanfic… Commence! ))

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"He's mad at you and doesn't want to see you," Prussia insensitively lied, glaring down at Northern Italy from the front doorway frame of Germany's house. The Italian had shown up with a worried expression and a suitcase, most likely containing some sort of pasta fixings assortment.

"H-he is?" Veneciano asked, looking a little downtrodden. "But Germany hasn't shown up to drill in a few days. He wouldn't miss something important like that."

"Yeah, well you were so annoying and useless that West needed to take a break for a bit. He doesn't want to see you," Gilbert persisted with a dark expression. No meant no.

Italy looked down to the front steps that he stood at the foot of, thinking for a few seconds. He silently turned around and retreated back to his car, heaving a depressed sigh.

It felt much like kicking a puppy. Whatever. Prussia stayed standing there to make sure that the annoyance actually left. He would not let Italy in, especially not now. His grip on the doorknob tightened in anger at the fact that he had come.

Prussia wouldn't let anyone see his momentarily debilitated brother. Deep down, he was afraid of all his progress being undone. Of losing his pawn. Of Italy stealing Germany away. Gilbert had spent years - beyond years - of working on forming Germany, he wasn't going to let him revert back to… that.

As the car pulled away and out of the driveway, Prussia finally stepped back into his brother's house. He quietly closed the door behind him, passing one last disdainful frown in the direction that Veneciano had been standing. Getting over the minor ordeal, he made his way back down the hallways to Ludwig's room. Prussia cracked the door open and slipped in without knocking first.

Germany was still in bed, just barely asleep. He would grimace or wince once in a while, a bit red in the face. Gilbert stood beside him, taking the (now warm) washcloth off his forehead to re-soak it in cool water placed in a bowl on the bedside table. He then replaced it, being as ginger as possible. His brother was trying to sleep off the pain of an intense headache, doing so for the past two days.

This happened once in a long while. He would start acting a bit confused, and have strange memories that he wasn't sure was his. Germany would get so worn out, trying to figure out what his mind was trying to do. He would sit around in deep thought as the inside of his head would start to pound harder and harder. He would ask his brother questions about himself, puzzled by things that would suddenly surface in his mentality.

And every time, Prussia was prepared.

He still hated it. Although he was genuinely concerned about the well-being and health of West, he couldn't help but work hard to keep anything from giving away what was erased.

That 30 Years War was a godsend. Despite the fact that it ended so long ago, Gilbert wasn't ready to end reaping the benefits.

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Later that afternoon, Veneciano quietly made his way around the outside of Germany's house. If it was one thing he was good at, it was sneaking around. This talent being built up from the many times he tried to avoid fighting in the war.

He couldn't just give up. If Germany was mad at him, he would do something to try to make him happy again. Italy carried an envelope in his pocket with a piece of paper inside, stating, "Coupon! One dinner with wurst for free. Along with pasta."

It was partially Japan's suggestion. Adding pasta to the dish was Veneciano's own touch, of course.

Finally, he came to Ludwig's bedroom window. Fortunately for him, it was on the first floor, even though the windowsill was about his neck-height from the ground. The plan was to sneak in without Prussia or Germany noticing, slip the envelope partially under the bed pillow, then go home and hope for the best. He didn't want his beloved Germany to be angry with him.

By another stroke of luck, the first being that he wasn't caught (yet), the window was unlocked and slightly cracked open to let in a breeze. Italy reached up to push the window open as far as he could, which would allow him to crawl through. With a determined nod, he planted his foot against the wall, jumped up and grabbed onto the windowsill with his arms. So far so good. He then brought up his knee higher to help push him up further as his hands pulled.

Haphazardly, he tumbled through and to the floor with a muffled thump. Veneciano whimpered, rubbing under the tip of his chin where it was slid across the carpet. But now was not the time to be dilly-dallying. He silently picked himself up and turned towards the bed.

Though, at the sight before him, Italy froze in his tracks. Ludwig was laying in bed, asleep. He didn't look angry, like Gilbert said.

Germany looked really sick.

He debated on what he should do next. Whatever it was, it would have to be fast. Before he was discovered.

Well, whether Ludwig was angry, upset, or ill, a nice meal would make him feel better. He would stick the original plan by sticking the envelope, now in his hand, under Germany's head to be found later.

As carefully as he could, Veneciano leaned over and very gradually started to slip the paper under the pillow. It was like escaping a landmine by sliding a rock where your foot would be to keep it from going off. Very slow and ready to explode at any second.

Suddenly, Ludwig cracked open one eye. Much to Italy's dismay, he looked over at him in recognition.

"E-eh! You were awake! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up, please don't be mad at me, I was only trying to make you not mad at me or feel better, so I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset, please don't hurt me," Veneciano frantically tried to explain while keeping his voice down.

Without a word, Germany sat up, using one hand to keep the damp washcloth from falling off his throbbing temple. "Italy…"

"Y-yes?"

"… Quiet down a bit."

He flinched in return, then giving a nod in compliance.

"How long have… I been out?" Ludwig asked, glancing towards a nearby clock.

"You haven't been to drill in two days," Italy answered, trying to keep his explanations short and simple. "I'll go now. Germany has to get his rest, right?" He started to back away towards the window from whence he came.

Germany passed him a slight look of distress. "I don't want to be here," he unexpectedly said. "Please… take me with you."

The other nation stared at the pathetic man for a moment. Something about Ludwig was really different today. It wasn't just the fact that he was unusually vulnerable for once… There was something about his tone as his big blue eyes gazed at him pleadingly.

Though he knew that this could cause so much trouble for both himself and his friend, Italy nodded, looking a bit serious for once albeit a bit nervous. He went back to Germany's side as the other shakily started to slide himself out of bed. He was in clothes more fit for sleeping, loose pants and a white undershirt tank top without any socks or shoes on.

But any more time they spent there increased the risk of getting caught. Veneciano wrapped his arm around Germany's to help support him as they went towards the window, noting the warmth of his friend's skin. He used his free hand to push it open a bit more.

"I'll go first. So if you fall, I'll catch you," Italy proposed. Germany looked doubtful, but he leaned against the wall on his own anyways to let Italy go ahead. The smaller nation did so, jumping down lithely onto his feet. He then turned, loudly whispering, "It'll be fine!"

Why did those words sound so familiar? Dazed, Ludwig straddled the ledge, then brought his other leg over. Dizziness made the ground look so much farther away than it was. But his desire to leave home took over. He shimmied forward to edge off, but then slipped.

Italy jumped forward as Germany landed on his feet, yet started to sink to his knees as his head rewarded him with thunderous pain from the movement. Veneciano held him there for a moment as he let out a low groan and trembled a bit.

Now that he was outside, he could feel adrenaline from empowered forming. He got to his feet, now a bit covered in dirt, while keeping his balance. Italy promptly grabbed his arm and pulled Germany in the right direction. Ludwig did a good job of keeping up, despite the fact that he couldn't help but use a hand to clutch his head in soreness.

"Almost there," Veneciano encouraged quietly. The hardest part would be getting across the large front lawn unseen.

They rushed forward, Ludwig relying on Veneciano to lead him safely as the sun beat down into his eyes and worsened his headache.

His heart pumping wildly, Italy breathed a sigh of relief as they reached the street without Prussia coming after him. Only a block down the sidewalk was his car, parallel parked against the curb. He tugged the other in the right direction, noticing that Germany wouldn't last much longer.

Finally, they reached the car. Italy felt on top of the world right now. Germany didn't seem to be angry with him, and he had managed to outwit Gilbert. And his beloved Germany was coming home to stay with him. He opened the backseat door and guided Ludwig in. Fortunately, there was always a blanket in the back in case it was suddenly siesta time. He buckled Germany's seatbelt for him, and covered him with the blanket to keep him warm.

Soon, they were on the road, Veneciano driving a bit fast but careful at the same time.

"It's going to be fine, Germany! You can stay at my house until you feel better, and I'll make you dinner, and it'll be a sleepover…" He glanced into the rearview mirror with a smile, noticing that Ludwig had pulled the blanket up over his head like some sort of hood or shawl to block the sunlight from his eyes as he leaned back.

Italy couldn't help but worry, but he knew he could help Germany recuperate from whatever sickness this was.

What he failed to realize was that he left his special coupon half-stuck under the pillow back in Germany's room.

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(( That's the end of the first chapter! Oooh, cliffhanger… Don't forget to drop a review if you have the spare moment! ))