Dear Italy.
I'm afraid I have to break my promise. I will not be seeing you again.
Italy, I found out that you're… male. At first I was uncomfortable, and questioned my sexuality, but then I realised that I still love you, whether I think that you're a girl, or know that you're a man. I don't think that makes me gay. I love you because you're kind, and caring, and sweet.
I wish I could come back. But then I saw you with him. Germany.
At first I tried to tell myself that you were confused, that you thought that he was me. He does look a little like me, doesn't he? He's blonde, with blue eyes, and pale, and proud, and hard-working, just like me. But, after watching you from afar, I realised that you're happy with him. I don't want to spoil that for you, Italy.
For this reason, I will leave now. I'll leave you to be happy with Germany. He's a nice man. And you deserve someone nice like him. Someone sweet and someone nice; a perfect couple, if you ask me. But, of course, you won't be asking me, will you?
It's okay, Italy. Please don't cry, or feel sad, or lonely. It's better if I stay away and let you live your life. I'd hate for you to be forced into a relationship, or anything for that matter.
I don't wish to make you feel guilty, but please remember that no matter the years that pass, I will love you the most in this world.
Holy Roman Empire.
A/N:
I don't know whether I should add another chapter; Italy's response, or something. Also, I felt weird writing this, because I like the theory that HRE grew up to become Germany.
I don't own Hetalia.
-Laurel Silver