(fem!germanyxitaly)(fem!HRExitaly) GerIta
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"Ve~ Holy Roman Empire, I missed you today!" Italy said, standing in front of his beloved's grave.
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, i do not sleep.
Italy started crying. "The wind was howling yesterday. Seems like a storm is coming." He spoke, "Do you remember the fun we had making snowmen at Mr. Austria's house?"
I am the thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow.
"Yesterday, Germany and I went to see the crops, seems like they will do fine this year! Ve~ the sunlight and the rice grains remimded me of your hair. I miss you."
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
"I'm sorry I didn't visit you last month. We had a lot of autumn rains, so I had to help the people with their work. Ve~ but the rain had a very comforting sound."
I am the gentle autumn rain.
I woke up earlier than Germany today, it was so quiet, it got me thinking about you." He knelt down to place some flowers-cornflowers, her favorite.
When you awaken in the morning, hush. I am the swift uplifting rush.
"Holy Roman Empire, I wish that we were both birds...so we could fly away, fly far from our destiny."
Of quiet birds of circling flight,
"Ve~! But you're happy now, right? You live among the stars. Have you forgotten me?"
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
"Well, that's all I wanted to say" the italian man stood up slowly. "Germany said that we have to go somewhere today, for training." He patted the cold stone fondly, a few stray tears running down his cheeks. "Ve~! I love you, I always will." And with that, he left, leaving a german woman alone to pay her respects.
Germany slowly nodded to the small grave. Oh, she knew about Italy's love for the dead empire, Austria and Hungary had told her.
They didn't know, neither did Italy know, that the child he had always loved had never died.
Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die.