(I know this is a tad bit short, but I will have the full next official first chapter out very soon. Please, enjoy~!)
*.:~Prologue~:.*
This is the moment that you have been waiting for. The moment a lot of reporters have been waiting for, but never gotten, until now. You're going to interview a nation. You're sure they've been interviewed plenty of times, but this is more personal, rather than political. You were curious about what it was like to be a nation, and how it feels to watch time pass forever, and experience all the different changes.
You pull up to a quaint aparment in an small Italian town, with a very renisance look about it. The excitement builds up inside of you as you ascend the stairs. The flat is on the to floor, and you can't help but notice the aroma of something cooking from behind the blue door. You knock twice and hear voices from inside, though you can't make out what they're saying. The door opens, and you are greeted by the same face that you have seen on the television many times before. A younger looking man with auburn hair, and curious curl that pokes out from the rest of it. He smiles and opens the door wider for you to pass through. "Come in, come in! I've made some pasta, and you're welcome to it. I hope you don't mind if a friend will be joining us." He says charmingly, and lets you in, insisting you leave your shoes at the door, which you do.
The apartment smells amazing, full of the scent of spices and fresh bread. You glance around at all the paintings on the walls and smile a bit. "Who will be joining us?" You ask, glancing around the corner into the kitchen. There, standing in front of a pot on the stove, with a spoon in hand, is another face you have seen on the news before. Germany, standing tall as ever, in an apron. He glances back at you and nods in greeting. "Cioa." He says in a very German accent. You smlie a bit awkwardly and nod. "Cioa." Italy comes in after you and turns of the stove. "That's all good for now! Let's eat!" He says happily and begins dishing out the pasta onto plates, while Germany removes his apron and hangs it on a hook on the wall.
After the meal, and idle chatter, you settle down on the couch with the other two nations, and pull out a pad and pen, along with a tape recorder. Italy crosses his legs and smile cheerfully. "Now, what is it you would like to know?" You thinkg for a moment then nod. "I was wanting to know just what it is like to be a nation. If you could share some experiences you've had, or something like that." Italy ponders the question then he asks. "What sort of experiences? Anything in particular?"
You nod, and start the tape recoder. "Have you ever been in love? Was it with another nation, or a regular person? Would care to share that experience, tell me your story?" You ask, readying your pen. Italy looks a bit distant as he nods, and Germany shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "Yes, I have been in love before, but it was a long time ago, and it is a rather long story... I could shorten it up for you." He says, suddenly sounding a bit less happy than before. You nod, and glance over at Germany, who looks a bit awkward. "I do enjoy long stories." You say with an encouraging smile, and anticipation grows for what the nation might say.
Italy folds his hands in lap and sighs. "It was with a fellow nation... of sorts. He was an empire... but I knew him better as Holy Rome."
