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Germany seemed thoughtful, calculated, and just flat out bewildered. He wandered around the city a bit aimlessly trying to process what he'd heard. He got on his communicator, seeking some sort of help... but who exactly could he call upon? Maybe an anonymous comment might bring up something

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[This was strange... he felt so conflicted and confused. What did this all mean for him? For him and Italy? Why couldn't he dredge up anything from his past? Prussia didn't forget everything when he was dissolved]

Eef you are sure. Zere is a restaurant zat serves pasta near ze main street. Meet me zere. [At least pasta would probably soothe Italy. And a soothed Italy was better for getting information from instead of tears]

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Yes, yes, I will, I'll meet you there! [A pause as he forces himself to breath slowly and calmly.] Yes, I'll meet you there! [He cuts off the feed abruptly.]

[He leaves immediately for the restaurant, arriving there just a few minutes later. Italy has always been good at running.

He lingers outside the restaurant, waiting nervously.]

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[Germany is there, he approaches Italy and leads him to a table. He has no idea what to say and for once... he is terribly afraid of what Italy might say]

Ah, danke...for coming.

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[Ludwig is so formal. So uncomfortable in his company - and so is he. It breaks Feliciano's heart and makes tears rise into his eyes. Tears which he has barely been able to hold back at all by not thinking about the implications of his message.]

I... I couldn't not come.

[He looks up at him shyly, meeting his eyes for a moment.] You... you said... [He wrings his hands anxiously and looks down at the table again.]

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[There was a pang of hurt when he saw those tears. Inwardly he swore at himself]

Please don't cry Italy. I am sorry I forgot. [His voice was soft, maybe even gentle] After ze dissolution, I lost everyzing. I am trying to get it back.

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(That earnest apology that he had forgotten did it, crumbling what little composure he'd left. He could barely hold his emotions in until Ludwig was done talking, then he dashed around the table and hurled himself at Ludwig, sobbing.)

My Germany... (His voice trembled.) My Holy Roman...

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[Well that was so sudden he barely had time to react. But he managed to catch Italy, closing his arms around him so he at least had the nation safe in case the impact sent them out of the chair and onto the floor. He managed to steady himself and Italy. And... well after that he didn't know what to do. Italy was sobbing but at least they seemed to be making some progress?]

Italy... ['my Germany'? 'My Holy Roman'? Germany blushed a bit. Something about that sparked some joy inside him. But mostly he was bewildered. He didn't know what he was supposed to say. So for now he just let Italy sob into his chest]

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(And cry he did, inconsolable tears just like when he'd first lost HRE. But in the end, he looked up and smiled sweetly, though sadly.)

I'm sorry, Germany, I know you'rd your own person, I just... I'm sorry.

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Vhy are you sorry? [He was so confused. He didn't know what to do or what he felt about all this. It was all so much so fast. Maybe he made a mistake by calling Italy about this so soon. But he'd gone with his instincts in communicating that...]

Zere is no need.

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Ve~ [He furrowed his brows slightly and remained silent as he tried to make some sense of all these conflicting feelings so he could put them into words. It was difficult, though, there was so much joy, so much pain and it was all mixed up together.]

I'm sorry because... [He took a deep breath. Starting at the beginning sounded like a good plan.] Because I didn't believe in you, I guess. I didn't trust you. I thought you didn't want to remember me. You never spoke of the past... [He met Ludwig's eyes for just a moment, then ducked his head shyly.] Or of us...

[Does he know that Holy Roman and he used to be in love? He doesn't know how to ask, so he decides not to. Suddenly, Italy laughs through the tears still running down his face and that just makes him cling all the harder to Ludwig. Talking to Ludwig as Holy Roman makes him feel shy and hesitant again, just like he used to be as little Chibitalia.]

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[He felt guilty for not remembering all of it, or really, hardly any of it. Italy's hurt was a lot to take, and that surprised him. It hurt to see him hurt and again, that tiny part of him that reacted so strangely to Italy when he was seen with Romano... it was full of self loathing now. He had to fix this somehow. Luckily for him he was aware of his and chibitalia's relationship. He didn't remember it but France had said something to that effect. And he knew what kind of person he was...]

Nein... I vould never vant to forget somezing like zat, Italy. [He hadn't remembered his past but he knew how he would handle things hypothetically. Most things he dealt with as serious issues and love would be no different. It required diligence, commitment, organization, and communication... which was also a lot like building a bridge or planning a business meeting. That's... just how he looked at things. He wasn't a romantic but at least he could be upfront. At least as long as he didn't think too much about the romance aspect.]

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(He hugged him impulsively again and fought bravely, though uselessly, against his tears.)
I'm glad. I'm very, very happy. All these years, I wondered if you couldn't remember or didn't want to. It hurt because I would never want to forget him... you. (That would take some getting used to.)

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[This is where it might get weird. He didn't remember being Holy Roman or being in love with Italy. He knew what France told him and that was it. Historically yes, he knew those facts. But that might not be enough for him to make it through this with Italy right now. But he'd try]

I am relieved. I can't remember, even now. I have... flashes of some zings... but not enough to draw anyzing significant from. I never knew vhat zose images in my head vere. I guess zat explains it. But I vould vant to know vhat happened. If I can remember zat vould be best for all of us.

[he thought about them, the random flashbacks he got. he used to think they were just him daydreaming so he squashed them before they distracted him from his work. But he remembered one. Picking a flower and putting it in a girl's hair... and then he remembered what France had said about
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...You used... to vear a dress?

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[Feliciano ducked his head with an embarrassed chuckle and nodded.] Ve~ I did, but I looked very cute in my maid dress! [He grinned sheepishly. It wasn't so much that he was embarrassed to have worn a dress as a child, he saw nothing wrong with it, but that he expected Ludwig to disapprove.]

[He turned quickly serious again and sighed softly, cuddling against Ludwig again.] It's alright if you don't remember. [That was something of a lie. It hurt. But it wasn't Ludwig's fault, after all.] You don't have to feel obligated to remember... or to be him, you know? I don't expect that of you. We both live very different lives now from the children we used to be. [He couldn't quite keep the wistfulness out of his voice and flinched with guilt as he heard it.] But! That is good. Different is good. I'm happy and you will be, too, once you stop being sad about the war. We're friends now.

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[Well Austria put him in it so if anything he was a bit disapproving of how well Roderick can discern gender. Other than that, he listened and he felt a wave of relief. He was being given time to sort this out with no obligation. Goodness, Italy for once was being a reasonable ally. He was beyond grateful.]

I... danke Italy.

Unt you are...happy now? [With that idiot? Really?]

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(He beamed, relieved that Ludwig seemed to be less burdened. When he asked if he was happy however, his smile faltered uncertainly.)

Ve- Lovi tries his best. It's difficult for both öf us, but we manage. He makes me happy often.