You were so arrogant.
So deep in that dream of yours.
You would never have been strong enough to be the most powerful country.
Not you, or that child.
That child.
You coveted her so.
You say you loved her.
You didn't even realize "she" was a boy.
It certainly looked that way.
What about me?
I was there the whole time.
When "she" wasn't.
You never knew "she" existed until you were almost a teen.
You knew I existed.
Curse me and my stupid feelings, huh?
Well, I hope you knew what you were getting yourself into.
I don't think you wanted to be fighting me.
A county has to do what a country has to do, after all.
It's begun to rain now.
Can you feel it from underneath me?
Did you know the phrase "Dance on my grave"?
If you did, I'd think you'd laugh at me, taking it seriously.
But now, I dance only for you.
For the handsome boy I once knew.
Clad in that black cloak and matching hat of yours.
Your eyes were electrifyingly blue.
Though you hated me, I'm sure,
I never once thought that about you.
Everyone's doing well.
But there's someone in particular you'd want to know.
His name is Germany.
He's the one who holds your love's heart captive.
Due to that, "she's" fine.
Italy is fine, Holy Rome, Italy's fine.
But I'm not fine.
I miss you.
Sometimes it pains me to know I put an end to you.
An end to that beautiful life of yours,
Taking away the things you loved most.
What can I say,
The French are jealous.
And I the most jealous of them all.
I loved you.
I still do.
Pour le meilleur et surtout le pire.
-France
-Runs out to hit France with frying pan-
AHHHH! Well now, France, that was the last thing I expected from YOU! Hope you liked it, please review if you want to. I wrote this for my friend so hopefully she likes it as well as you all reading it!
Hasta la Pasta!