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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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Ludwig... [Feliciano's voice is small and trembling.]

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[He had no idea what to say]

Italy...Feliciano...

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Is it true...? Didn't you remember?

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[Right now he regrets getting on the communicator at all. He should have waited until he had more information. But it was so overwhelming he couldn't think.]

I...

Vhere are you? I zink ve need to talk in person.

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[He swallows hard. He doesn't want to talk to Ludwig in person, he wants to run and hide. But... Ludwig deserves better.]

I'm at home.

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No! [His voice is panicked. He doesn't want to confront his problems, but not meeting him hurts even more.] I'll meet you! Just tell me where! I want to see.

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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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