I DON'T OWN HETALIA!!! omfg... o3o;;
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~Ten Years Ago~
Feliciana lies on her bed, staring straight at her ceiling. It’s been five years since she became a human. Well, not entirely. As soon as a country leaves its position, they don’t age, nor die of starvation until at least five years later. She looks at her ceiling and frowns. During those five years, she has never left her apartment. She left the Italy household a long time ago and left Chiara alone once again. Her heart ached at the thought of it. She never left her apartment because she felt very depressed. Not even her obsession of pasta could get her out of it. She has turned pale and very thin because her anorexia. She hasn’t even eaten in five years. Pasta. Pizza. Anything Italian and delicious. Nothing. Ever since that meeting. Ever since she betrayed her friends, her family, her love. Tears began to stroll down her eyes and she wiped them with her pale and skinny arm. She felt really depressed since that day. That day was a day of torture to her. She sat up from her bed, looking over to the side and saw that it is now almost midnight. She frowns once again and lied back down, now beginning to sleep.
 
She was in a meeting. She looked down at herself and saw that she was in her old Italian Military uniform. She frowns at herself and looked back up. There, she saw someone very special to her. Someone to whom she loved when they first met. It was Japan. Her face paled at the sight of him. Probably by now, he must’ve forgotten about her or that he must hate her by now. She opened her mouth to speak, only finding out that she couldn’t at all. She tried to speak again. Nothing. In the end, she gave up and just stared at him, her eyes swelling up with tears. Japan tilted his head in a bit of confusion and took a step forward, making her take a step backward.
“I’m sorry, Japan,” Feliciana thought to herself. Japan stopped walking as if he heard the thought, “I can’t be with you anymore… You can’t love a human. You can’t love me..” Japan looked at her, frowning at her thought. He lowered his head down, his bangs covering his eyes. He nodded at her as if he knew what she said. He looked back up at her once more before smiling sadly, “I’ll still love you… Even if you are human,” he waved at her, now disappearing slowly. Feliciana widens her eyes and ran to him, “Japan!” She tried to yell, still no sound.
 
She wanted him to stay. She wanted him to stay by her side, to laugh together, to love each other. As Japan continues to wave at her, Feliciana still continued to run towards him. As she wrapped her arms around him, she began to cry, finally able to speak, “Please don’t leave, Japan! Please stay! Stay with me!” She cried, hiding her face in his chest.
 
Japan’s face was surprised at this. He sighed a bit and patted her head, leaving out the curl, “I won’t leave you. I never will.” He gave her a hug as he disappears. Feliciana gave him a hug back until he disappeared. Her eyes widened as he disappeared from her life forever. She shook all over and fell to her knees, her arms still open wide from the hug. Tears slowly came down from her eyes and she hid her face in her hands, crying as he left her. “Japan!” She cried out. She heard no answer, “Japan!” She repeated. No answer.
 
She jolted awake, sweating all over. As she woke up, she yelled, “Japan!” She looked down at her trembling hands and frowns. “Who.. Who was that?” She looks down at her bed then at her clock. It read, “1:30 am” She sighs and got to the side of her bed and stood up. “Who was that man? He was… my friend? No.. I don’t know him, I can’t call him as a friend.” She stood up and walked to the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw that her hair was a mess and her face was covered in tears.
“Have I been crying while I was sleeping?” She frowned a bit and wiped her tears away, “But.. What did I dream to make me cry?” She tries to think it over on what she dreamt. That dream was nothing but a faze to her. She then noticed more tears strolling down from her cheeks. As she realized that she was crying again, she slumped to the floor and hugged her knees, covering her face in them, “What was that dream? Why can’t I remember?!”
 
Her whole body began to shake as she tried to remember, “Why am I crying? There’s nothing to be sad about!” After a while, she looked dully at her bathroom wall. Her eyes were blank and lacks emotion. She then stood up and wiped the tears from her face with her pale and thin arm. While she was at that, she heard her stomach growl furiously. She stood up and groaned in pain a bit. The Italian female patted her stomach, “Don’t worry,” she said, already forgetting why she was crying, “I’ll cook right away. I feel like I haven’t eaten in years!” She giggles to herself.
 
She walked out of the bathroom with a smile on her face. Heading over to the kitchen, she began to make a feast for herself.
 
~Will she remember that dream? Will she remember who she really was?~
-End of Chapter 2-