I found a diary underneath a tree.

It seemed odd, how could such a thing be in this place? There was no one here, except for little Italy and my wife, Elizabeta.

Maybe it was hers?

I wasn't about to open that leather-bound book and snoop into my wife's private thoughts, but curiosity got the best of me that day. I sat comfortably under the old, oak tree, took the book and leafed through it.
The book held her memories since childhood. It merely served as her combat records the first few centuries, but as I went through the times, the entries became intimate. I read through how we met, got married and finally in the latest entry, I was taken by surprise.

I started reading about me.

Dear diary,
Today, I found the one love I've waited for a thousand years. I love him as much as I did in the past, he was life itself. He was the one who filled my life with such warmth and joy, filled my ears with the music intended for no one but me, and gazed at me with so much adoration, my heart would melt at the spot.

My heart soared with happiness. I could never read this in her eyes. Ah, yes. Elizabeta could hide it better than anyone, but
now, knowing what she really felt, I was the happiest man on earth. I continued reading.

But he does not know this. He still thinks I am merely pretending. In the past… I denied my love for him. I know it was wrong, but now, I am determined to show it to him.

I was taken aback. She made it clear how much she loves me, does she still think this marriage was for political purposes? Had I been too insensitive to let her feel this way? That she had lacked the actions to prove her feelings?

But I am confused. This isn't as easy as I make it to be. Roderich, My husband, had been giving me everything I could ask for: a home, food and love. But that love wasn't what I needed.

What? I stared at the words. I read them again. I must be mistaken. I was reading about me, remember? What was this…

What I need was Gilbert's love, as selfish as it seems. I loved him since we were still children fighting the chaos of the world. Roderich can never be Gilbert. Even though we are married, and I am his wife, My heart belongs to Prussia.

I blinked. The tears fell on the slightly frayed fringes of the page. The ink smudged a little, trailing a path down the flawless handwriting that was my wife's.

It wasn't me.

The words had clearly told me… that the love she waited for was Gilbert, not me.
Wouldn't anyone know it? No. She wouldn't show it.

Now, I am thinking of how to tell Roderich… or to never tell him at all. Should I be staying with him and be the wife I agreed to be, or should I go with the man I truly love?
I am still waiting for the time when I can finally answer that question.

Love,
ELIZABETA

I brushed my tears away, taking the book with me as I stood up. It was already late afternoon, and any minute now, dinner would start…

"Darling! I baked some biscuits for your tea!" Her golden voice rang from an open window. I smiled sadly.

Even as I drag myself through this now gray life, I'll wish for her, My wife…

All the sweet things she can find.

Yes, that's it.

I thought as I started to walk towards the house, holding her diary.

All the sweet things they can find.