A/N I do not own the anime Hetalia! Enjoy the story.
Dear Dairy,
It is 1350. Death is in the air. My family has the so called Black Death. And I feel it taking it over my body. My family is scared to death because they going to die, all of them are. I can't stand this! I feel so weak. I'm too weak to even move out of my bed. I know I'm dying inside but I look fine on the outside. I heard that death is like slipping into the cold darkness of nothing and walking to the warm light you try to look for. I'm not scared of dying because Holy Rome is going to be there waiting for me. It's sad that I'm dying but at least I'm not dying alone. It seems that I have all of Europe coming with me. Yes it's sad but true in my eyes. If we were all to be reborn we should be the nations we are today. Well good bye.
From
Italy.
"Italy you missed training!" the German said angry. "Well… I was just writing something. Nothing important at all!" the Italian said with a smile walking out of the room with the paper. "Where you writing something?" the German said with a wondering tone in his voice while walking to the Italian. "Just some stuff about a history book that a human wrote." The Italian said quietly. "Italy remember Black Death is gone it's not coming back. It's the year 2012 it's not coming back. You should only be worried if I'm worried." The German said walking away with a demanding voice with a hint of happiness. With that the Italian perked up and said. "Ok Germany~" the Italian said happily. "Oh! And Italy you look like you have a cold. You should go to bed and I'll be there soon to take care of you." The German said with a wink. And both of the nations shared a smile only France would do if he saw England in the shower naked.
A/N please review this story and my other stories even if they are noobish ^-^