Chibitalia
Whenever Holy Rome had to go anywhere, he always promised that we would meet again, someday. No matter what, he said, he would always love me, and that would never change. He had become much more comfortable with saying it since he had confessed that he had loved me since the 900s.
Whenever Holy Rome had to go away from the house for a long while, he always promised that he would send me a letter, delivered by carrier pigeon. No matter what, this made me sit myself down by a window sill, looking out of the window and watching for the small bird that would give me Holy Rome's letter. Even when Mr. Austria caught me slacking off from my job of cleaning the house and yelled at me, I waited anyway. Sometimes Austria would play the piano, and I would fall asleep by just listening to it.
Today was no different. As I watched out the window, a bird came flying down, coming to a gentle stop when it reached the windowsill. It stuck out its leg. Looking down, I noticed that there was a rolled-up piece of paper tied onto it.
After removing the letter, I unrolled it.
Italy
I'm sorry, but I can't come home tomorrow. This war is just too drastic to abandon. Again, I'm really sorry. But please don't forget, no matter how long I'm away from the house, I always love you.
Holy Rome
I smiled, tears just glazing over my eyes. Holy Rome wouldn't be able to come home tomorrow, but he would probably be able to come home the next day... right?
OoOoOoO
Holy Roman Empire
"Holy Roman Empire, please stay still! I can't treat to your injuries properly!" France ordered as I squirmed underneath his hands. Scars covered my body from days of fighting to protect my people, and they pained me deeply, even when a single breath of air brushed against them feel as if needles were slowly being driven into my back.
"I can't help it! It just hurts, okay?" I shouted, throwing my head back. France huffed.
"Well, maybe it would hurt less if you just! Stayed! Still!" he breathed out, managing to tie a bandage around my chest. The tent flap opened, and a soldier peeked in.
"Are you almost done? We need Holy Rome out here, pronto!" he said, looking back to the battlefield. France furrowed his eyebrows.
"Is it really that bad?" France asked worriedly. The soldier nodded.
"Indeed it is. Hurry up!" he said, letting the tent flap fall back into place as he let go of it and ran back to help the troops.
"Oh, mon dieu," France sighed. He stood up and walked to the corner of the tent, where my spare shirt was folded up. I managed to pick myself up and limp over to France, who tugged the shirt over my head. Taking a deep breath, I faced the tent flap and walked out onto the battlefield, all the while feeling that I had forgotten something very important.
But I couldn't have... right?
