"Italy?" Austria said as he walked into the young Italians room.
"Si? What is it Mr. Austria?" Italy asked him looking back from his window.
"It's... About Holy Rome..." Austria looked down to his left. He couldn't face Italy's wide amber eyes. He looked so excited.
"What about Holy Roma! Is he coming home!? Is he!? We shall have a feast to welcome him back!" Italy jumped down from his bed and started to walk to the door. "We should start now! Then he will have a lot to eat to celebrate!" Italy smiled and started to walk down the hall. To him Holy Rome was amazing. Such an amazing boy who he loved dearly. Austria sighed and followed him.
"Italy... Now listen to me. I am your master so you shouldn't walk away." Austria stated. Italy stopped and looked back to the master of the house.
"But... This is Holy Roma's house..." Italy stated. Austria's eyes went wide and he sighed looking away from the young Italian.
"I am still older." he said hesitantly. Italy tilted his head to the left and looked up to the so called master of the house.
"What is wrong?" He asked so kid like. It was true. Italy was still a kid. A young lad who had many years a head of him in the right care.
"It's about. Holy Roma. I mean." Austria shook his head. "I mean. Holy Roman Empire." Austria took a breath and bent down getting to Italy's height.
"What's wrong?" Italy asked worriedly. Austria ran his hand over the soft brown locks of the Italian. "Italy..." His eyes looked so sad. Italy knew this wasn't good.
"Is Holy Roma... Is he ok?" Italy asked trying to ask for some form of hope.
"Italy... Holy Rome..." Austria closed his eyes and took a breath before looking back at Italy. "He pulled out a ripped part of a yellow flag out of his pocket.
"Is that?" Italy asked looking at the cloth. Austria held it out to him. Italy took it slowly and unwrapped the cloth slowly. His hands were shaking so bad. He let the cloth fall fully opened and noticed the part of the black bird he knew so well. "Holy... Roma..." He said softly. Tears came to Italy's eyes and Austria pulled the younger Italian closer.
"He went down fighting..." Austria said. Italy didn't know what to think. Just a few months ago Holy Rome told Italy he loved him. He had kissed him. He had loved Italy and now he was gone. Italy's tears turned the yellow cloth darker as he held it tightly in his hand. He shook trying to hold back the tears but he couldn't. The love of his life was dead. Holy Roman Empire was no longer going to play with Italy. To draw with him. To love him. He was never going to hear Holy Romes voice again. Italy's eyes lost all their light... When he pulled away from Austria and dropped the cloth Austria gave him a confused look.
"Mr. Austria..." Italy said a bit monotone.
"Italy..." Austria said to scared to ask.
"I'm going to my room... I'm not hungry..." Italy moved around Austria leaving the man sitting in the hall looking at the spot the happy go lucky Italian once stood.
Italy could only go back to his room. At first he started to walk but once he turned the corner the tears fell. He ran back to his room shutting the door and running right yo his bed. He held the yellow cloth in his hand and cried into his pillow. He couldn't face them. None of them. He had loved Holy Rome. He knew his love was a sin. God hated him. He was a sinner. He was next. Tears fell faster. Italy couldn't remember when they stopped and his eyes closed. He didn't want to remember...
He lost the love of his life.
Holy Roman Empire was dead because of his sin.
It was his fault Holy Rome was gone.