The usually happy go lucky Italian's eyes brimmed with tears. He shook his head no he shouldn't cry you wouldn't be happy. But even that didn't stop his tears. He glanced at his shirt that was stained with blood. He could feel the eyes of pity,sympathy, and sadness from the other countries on him. He hated it. He hated this. He hated life. All he wanted was you back what had you done to deserve this? It was good a few hours ago he was even going to ask you to marry him. It didn't matter that you were a human and he was a country. Everything was suppose to be happy but that drunk driver came into the picture. The two of them were driving from a Italian restaurant and then when you turned the corner someone drove the wrong way slamming into them. Of course it didn't hurt him but you were in bad shape. He held you trying to stop the bleeding and called 911 hoping that this was all just a bad dream. But it wasn't. When you got there they rushed you into the ER and the other countries had to hold the grieving Italian from lashing out on the docters. So here he was hoping, Praying that you'd be okay,smile at him, and tell him you loved him. But life was cruel. The docter came in and started speaking but he stopped listening to him after he heard you and dead in the same sentence. Italy had cried for many reasons in his life. Grandpa Rome, the Holy Roman Empire, and etc. But even in those times he felt sooner or later he could survive if only a shell of hisself. But now he felt like he wanted to die. But he know you would be mad so for you he continued to life. But he was never the same Italy. And these is the reason why countries don't date humans. Because of the heartbreak