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The Italy brothers clutched at their hearts as they felt a surge of strange power flow through them. The others shielded their eyes as a bright flash shone from the alter that had been slashed by Germany's sword. When they looked back, in place of the twins that they knew, where two powerful beings, controled by the virus.
They had managed to defeat the eldest, but Veneciano was still lost in the viruses clutch.
He was gripping his head in pain, the agony becoming too great for him to handle. Suddenly, Everything calmed and in front of him was his long lost love, the Holy Roman Empire.
"H-Holy Roman...?" He whispered, almost to himself. The others just stood there in shock. They knew that he had died, yet how was he there in front of them.
"You, YOU THERE! GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Prussia shouted. Germany soon followed suit, raising his blade to attack them. All the while, Veneciano could not believe his eyes, wasn't Holy Roman killed by France all those years ago?
"Italy," The small child said quietly. "You have to go back."
"Back? Back where? I don't want to loss you again!" He responded, tears falling freely from his wide eyes.
"Back to your friends and family. I know you want to stay, but you have to promise me that you'll go back."
"NO!" He screamed, squeezing the robe on his lap in his fists. "I can't let you go! It tore me apart once! I don't to live if I can't have you with me!"
The Holy Roman Empire chuckled slightly. "Don't you know? I've loved you since the 900's, I still love you now. If you keep me in your heart, I'll always be with you." He wiped the tears falling from the brunette's eyes. "Go now, before they get worried, ok?"
Veneciano stood up, and hugged his old love tightly, until he could feel him no more.
Everything came rushing back suddenly and he collapsed onto the floor, panting. Looking up he saw Austria and Prussia holding back Germany from swinging a sword at him. Spain was with his brother next to them.
Looking at Germany's face, a recognition passed and a voice passed through his mind, "I'll always be with you..."
Tears once again start to pour from his eyes as he sprang up clumsily and ran to the one who he had always been in love with.
Holding him tightly, he waited for him to put down the sword and soon enough, he heard it clatter to the ground, and felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around his smaller frame.
"Italia..." He heard him whisper. "I promise to never leave your side..."
The End...
A little one-shot inspired by this video(Remove spaces) http : / / www. youtube. com/ watch? v= fBocafXKZ58& feature= channel
~kind-of-heart
