Italy and Holy Rome Empire had a rocky introduction with one another.
Them 'socializing' just consisted of the blond nation stalking 'her'.
Little did he know that his feelings would overwhelm him.
He'd fallen deeply in love with the brunette, and they'd spent more and more time together.
He also never thought of a day where he'd leave his lover.
— In the late fourth century, the Western Roman Empire crumbled after a nearly 500-year run as the world's greatest superpower. —
"Oh, Great Holy Rome. How long will you be gone?"
"Soon my sweet Italy..."
— Historians have blamed the collapse on hundreds of different factors ranging from military failures and crippling taxation to natural disasters and even climate change. —
"Do you promise?" The brunette pouted as he took a step closer.
"I promise on my love for you, oh Italy..." He took 'her' hands in his and looked into sad eyes.
"Holy Rome..." They both leaned in then their lips touched and backed away.
"Pinky promise?" The chocolate brown-eyed Italian asked.
He smiled softly. "Alright."
Their pinkies attached as they both stared at each other, eyes full of love.
— Still others argue that the Roman Empire didn't really fall in 476 A.D., since its eastern half continued for another thousand years in the form of the Byzantine Empire. —
The young empire had to walk away from his love that day.
In order to make the love of his life happy, he had to become a great nation!
So they could be together again!
— While just how—and when—the Empire fell remains a subject of ongoing debate, certain theories have emerged as the most popular explanations for Western Rome's decline and disintegration. —
… "What's going on...?"
He lay on the cold, hard, gravely ground.
His mind a daze, and streaks of his blond hair in his face.
His body covered in cuts and scars, new and old.
"Italy..." Tears dabbed in the corners of his eyes.
"All I wanted was to be the greatest nation... To be with Italy..."
His death wasn't peaceful.
Although it wasn't brutal either.
He'd laid there until the afternoon rays hitting his face became a night sky, not moving in all the time, a nation paralyzed forever.
Stars spilling overhead. A bright flash zoomed across the sky.
A shooting star have him a presence.
"I wish... To be with Italy once more, I don't care how! I just wish to be with my love..."
He passed away from blood-loss, although with a smile on his face.
— The Holy Roman Empire had survived over a thousand years, when it was finally destroyed by Napoleon and the French in 1806.