This is my first story so, I apologize if it sucks and I know this is short. Reviews and ideas greatly appreciated so I know whether to keep writing this or not. Hope you enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia or any characters. This was purely for fun.
Italy gazed at the afternoon sky, now golden mixed with pink and purple as the sun began to set. In an hour or so the stars would appear in the night sky. It had a been almost a day since the brunette had taken off from home. No one knew where he was which he preferred at the moment. Whatever he had
with the now vanished Holy Roman Empire was his first. Then came Germany, his Doitsu...or, what was his. Now, the blonde was Japan's. He didn't hold a grudge against either of them, they were simply following their hearts. Yet, for some reason he couldn't let go of what Germany and he had once been. With a sigh Italy wondered what had gone so wrong. Everything had appeared to be going so well. A tear streamed down Italy's face as he wondered what he could have done differently. Before he knew it, more tears began to escape and he was doubled over, breaking down as the memories flooded back of the words the Aryan had once spoken to him and the nights they had spent together. "I love you Italy",an obvious lie, Italy thought as the German's voice rang through his memory, when first told him how he had supposedly felt. How could he have been so idiotic to have believed that? Germany had always been annoyed by him, it made no sense why he had loved the younger country to begin with. "Italy...it's best if we just end this. It's not working out. Please...promise me though, we'll still be friends, ja? And you will find someone. Someone better" yeah, because his heart belonged to another, more sobs came as that thought pierced his heart. Germany's heart was no longer his to hold. Well, "Doitsu"..I can find someone better, if I only knew where he was...Italy thought bitterly as the Holy Roman Empire entered his thoughts, saddened more by the fact he found himself actually missing the boy he had promised his heart to. Suddenly, inspiration struck Italy like lightning.
Picking himself off the ground where he had fallen because of his tears, he looked up at the sky with tears still in his eyes...but hope filled him for the first time in a long time despite the sadness. Holy Rome, his first love; he must be out there somewhere. It was so long ago but his heart would know when he found him, right? He was sure that Holy Rome was still alive. News would have spread like wildfire if the country had met an untimely demise, Italy was sure of that. By now the once tiny nation was surely grown up and strong, like he had talked about while they were younger. That promise may have broken but Italy would find him...the boy he had promised to wait for, his first love. What you're doing is spiteful or...was it? He truly had loved Holy Rome, despite the fact they had been very young, so finding him just because Germany broke up with him wouldn't be so much about revenge as going with his first love, right? Mixed emotions or not, the young brunette would find Holy Rome, and just go from there. If those feelings from so long ago were still there, he would definitely not even second guess a chance with Holy Rome. Without a second thought or even a glance, Italy made his way through the forest and into the unknown, feeling more brave than he ever had in his life.