A child's true love
Chibitalia looked at Holy Rome. He sat upon a hilltop looking over all that lay below, a beauteous city of modern day. This will be a city of power, he thought to himself. The sun beat down on tender young flesh, cloaked in black.
"Holy Rome," a gentile and soft voice called to him, calling him from his watch-spot.
Turning, he spotted his love—the fair maiden Italy. Her softly tanned skin was accented with auburn hair, and had left a single curl escaping from the white bandana. Her light, spring green dress was nearly hid by the large white apron that was tied about the small and fragile body.
"Yes, darling?" Holy Rome asked.
"Please, stop dreaming of warfare. I know you want a powerful empire…but I could never watch that happen…I cannot…"
"It will happen if others come to me, love, I won't be able to stop it."
"You can be proactive to keep it from happening."
"For what avail? It will prove futile…my people will need more space eventually."
"I understand, darling, we all need that. I will just never be able to see war bloody you up."
The mistakenly female country looked prominently at him. He [Chibitalia] wasn't about to let his dear and precious one and only leave like Roma had. They stood there for a moment…tension attempting to diminish and attempting to rise. But before the tizzy could go on, a call for lunch drew their attention to the house.
"Ti amo," Chibitalia said.
"Für die Liebe hat alle zum Sieg gesehen" Holy Rome replied.
The two young lovers sat in the piano room. Chibitalia was sitting on the bench listening to Mr. Austria play wonderful melodies on his piano. While he did that, Holy Rome sat nearby painting his girlfriend and his elder doing such a pastime.
Miss Hungry walked in, a bouquet of flowers in her hand. The Alpine Gentian, Moss Campion, Calcareous Alps, and Edelweiss put an intense and different color against the black of the piano. Holy Rome smiled as he thought of his Little Italy in a flower meadow.
"The sunset will be beautiful tonight. The evening's been building up to it, I can just tell," Miss Hungry absentmindedly said to nobody in particular.
"Hm," Mr. Austria said as he continued to play.
Holy Rome finished adding the flowers to his painting and began to clean up. Once he was done, he took Chibitalia by the arm and dragged him out to see the sunset. Looking at him, Holy Rome couldn't help but notice how the sunlight shimmered in the latter's' hair.
They watched the city gain a gold trim and the sky blur into night. Clutching each other tightly, their breath became one and their heartbeats synchronized.
"Chibitalia," Holy Rome said, turning to his love.
"Yes?"
"I promise never to leave you. And if I ever have to, that I'll always come back. Ich schwöre." Holy Rome promised. The determined look on his face was set on always being with the Italian.
"Holy Rome…" Chibitalia leaned in and the two kissed…
The sunlight peaked in through the blinds as Italy woke up. Turning onto his side he saw Germany, still fast asleep. That was a bel sogno, he thought. Getting out of bed and stretching, Italy walked into the hall.
"I think Holy Rome did come back," Italy said to himself, thinking of Germany.