Drabble: Forever Patient
Italy was stupid. Useless. A weakling. A coward.
He's been that way for as long as he could remember, only useful in things that don't matter. Painting, cooking, singing, flirting-
Love.
He could love, he could love unlike any others he's seen. Humans and their fleeting romances, nations and their fickle affections, none of them could truly love like he could. They weren't faithful, everlasting, or deep with meaning, they just simply were.
Italy loved Holy Roman, he loved him so much. He was as faithful to his first lover as he could be. Society and his nation side forced him to date, to flirt, to romance the girls around him, and so he did. But he was never truly there, still inside his head where he can see his one true love.
Holy Roman Empire loved him; he swore that he'd love him forever. Forever was a long time, but Italy believed him. Still believes him. Will always believe those last words.
But they were not, could not be his last words.
He locks himself in his mind, letting his subconscious take over whatever his body is doing, stupid or not, it doesn't matter to him.
He'll wait and wait and wait for Holy Roman to come back and love and protect him. To see that he does have use and isn't always a burden.
He'll wait until he can truly love and be loved again.
And until then he'll be forever patient.
I do not own Hetalia.
A little drabble for Italy and HRE. This will be a series of unrelated or loosely related one-shots and drabbles for all nations that I can write. The title is based off the saying "I think, therefore I am."