(A/N: Hello everyone! Ricky here with a new story! This is about Holy Rome and his ending song. Now I actually believe that HRE is Germany and this story kinda proves that. Also this is the english version lyrics to the song.(I found the title of the song...Marukaite Chikyuu) The lyrics are the only things with " " in them. Well enjoy! The inspiration was listening to this song...ALOT...By the way the 'She' is actually a 'He'...reminders ya know...)

Disclaimer:I dont own Hetalia or its characters!

Chapter 1:The Holy Roman Empire

It was a nice fine day, the sky clear, a enjoyable breeze of summer drifting around. Around the parts of the peaceful place lived Prussia, and his younger brother The Holy Roman Empire. Prussia and his brother lived together alone since there parents disappeared around a year ago.

Prussia usually hanging with the other members of the BTT left Holy Roma alone to himself. But today Prussia got home early, and somewhere in the usually silent house there was music. It sounded like a small classic toy piano playing upstairs. Prussia deciding to snoop and be quiet, snuck his way up the stairs. The closed door of his little brother made the red eyed alibino curious.

He took cautious steps twords the door when he heard a voice of his kid-brother start to sing.

"Oi oi, Vati, I love that child
Oi oi Mutti, listen to this, Mutti
The deckbrush that child gave to me
Is the thing I treasure most."

Prussia opened the door a bit and saw the little blonde sitting at the toy piano, his mouth open to sing another line. He started slowly, as if unsure that the next words were correct.

"Draw a circle for the world,
Draw a circle for the world,
Draw a circle for the world,
I'm the Holy Roman Empire.

Draw a circle for the world,
Take a good stare at the world,
Could it be the world?
I'm the Holy Roman Empire."

He stopped for a moment thinking. Prussia gave off a small smile. The little kid was very fond of the other boy in the dress. Italy was it? The elder sibling couldn't break it to his brother that the 'girl' he loved was a boy too. Dispite the fact little Italy returned the feelings knowing both were male.

Somthing caught Prussia's eye on the small piano. There he saw was a picture of their MIA parents. Each one holding, or stroking the hair of one of the boys. His stomache flipped and twisted. It was kinda sad sight to see his younger brother still talking to the photo. But it warmed his heart at the same time to see that, even with them gone, he wasnt all that crushed. Holy Rome started to sing again startling Prussia from his thoughts.

"Aah, with just a stroke of a paintbrush,
A wonderful world can be seen,
All kinds of people come and go,
From my house."

The playing and singing stopped and the little blonde stood and stepped away from the piano. In his mind were a rush of thoughts. He heard his Italian angel sing a version of this song once to herself. He was making a version for himself so that it might get her to like him a bit more. He was also showing his missing parents his progress.

In his mind he prepared them for his next words.

"O-oi Italy...Won't you join me and become the Roman Empire?"

He spoke them softly, as if he was asking her for real. He had high hopes that the little angel would say yes. And with that in mind he thanked his parents for listening, and went to bed with peaceful dreams.

The next day he found himself being woken in a panic by his older brother. Prussia only explained they were visiting Italy. With this news Holy Roma quickly got dressed and ready.

Things went in a blur that day, that when Holy Rome was back in his bed, thinking of the events, a few highlights showed up. There, in one, he was with a blush on his face standing in fron of Italy, his adorable angel, about to sing.

When they had arrived, Prussia announced that his little brother had a awsome gift for Italy. He had set him on the stage with Italy in front seat and the adults in the very back. Prussia also explained the song he was supposed to sing to him and the small audience.

The little blonde, torn with not wanting to sing at all, but having to sing so he didnt disappoint Italy. Deciding Italy was more importent then his small reputation, he started out loud and clear, this time using diffrent words.

"Draw a circle for the world,
Draw a circle for the world,
Draw a circle for the world,
I'm the Holy Roman Empire"

Pausing to take in another big breath, the little blonde glanced at Italy. She was blushing with surprise in her honey amber eyes, awe was in her expression. This sight pushed him on even more to be clear enough.

"Draw a circle for the world,
The happy world,
The spinning and tumbling world,
I'm the Holy Roman Empire

Aah, I remember,
The time I spent with that child,
Sorry made you eat
That bad food."

He had finished, his face scarlet red. The rest faded out and he couldnt remember what happend next. But another highlight of the day showed up, but only with words and a soft tingle to his lips.

"Even though you run away when I follow,"

"You follow me when I run away,"

The last words already becoming a bit hazy and diffrent then the actual sentence.

"I've always loved that child since the 900's"

And with that, he fell asleep with those words stitched in his mind.

The following day he remembered as his got dressed he was leaving to war. Yesterday was the last time seeing Italy. That goodbye full of promises of waiting and returning. They were in a camp right now. His new pushbroom next to his bed, hat hanging from it. He touched it lightly and pulled out his parents photo. It was early in the morning and everyone was likley asleep to hear him sing these next words.

"Thats right. Vati, I'm not lying,
Naa naa, Mutti,
Listen to this Mutti,
The deckbrush that child gave to me,
Is the thing I treasure most."

Taking a firm grip on said tool he sqweezed his eyes shut saying ture heartfelt words.

"Italy, I love you!"

A small pause.

"I love you!"

One more small pause.

"No matter what...I love you..."

The last words full of promise and determination.

End of part 1.