(Don't own anything )
(This is a oneshot )
His eyes saw pain everyday ,his soul however never got dirty .Everyone around was hurting but no blood was ever spilled .everyone died but no body's were ever found ,that just never questioned it but he always wondered why he never died he was always weak .
He stood at the door of the now no more conference room " this place was where he proposed to me." He walked away sadly after saying this " I wish I was stronger then I could have helped,this wouldn't have happened." his voice got sadder and sadder.
Paris,Berlin,London and New York all gone ,how he missed his brothers ,how he wanted to bring them back and how he bleed without bleeding.
A hand appeared on his shoulder"hello my dear" the strangers voice was soft and loving . He turned around hoping for a old friend ,he turned right to HRE. "Holy!" He said surprised
A now grown up version of Holy Roman Empire "Italy your alive!" He said happily .
Italy looked down "yeah.." Holy Roman Empire kissed Italy and that moment the final nuclear bomb finshed the world off "goodbye my love ." They smiled as they died