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Italy was dreaming.
Darkness, darkness everywhere. No light. Suddenly, he was running, running, calling out that person's name and then he tripped and fell and there was no sound even as he started screaming and calling the name of the person he was desperate to see.
His heart beating frantically, he got to his knees and gasped at his surroundings. Before it was a terrifying, inky darkness where there not even a speck of light was visible but it was better than terrible, horrifying crimson. Deep, dark crimson, not the fiery colour of flames flickering ever higher in the distant horizon, was staining the lifeless ground. It was not possible. How could the ground be so red?
Then the lifeless, cold, bodies started appearing and they were piled up in high stacks and blood, blood was everywhere and then everything was burning in towers of fire that seemed to torch the heavens. He started running, running again amidst the burning dead bodies that gave out smoke but no stench and the ground was slippery because of so much blood and death. Even the sky was tainted crimson, not the glowing orange-red of sunsets that spoke of brilliance and beauty but it was the horrid colour that reminded one of war and bloodshed and the sickening stench of death.
His lungs were burning. His eyes were stinging and he could hardly keep them open but he must, he should because he was looking for that someone. That person was here, but where? His legs gave up and he fell to his knees. His wild, frantic eyes desperately searched his surroundings - where, where, where, where are you? - and then he was there, the familiar, beloved figure clad in robes of billowing dark blue that bordered on black. That small figure turned and his deep blue eyes, brilliant gems in spite of the terror and sadness in them, seemed to say " Fare thee well, my dearest, beloved Italia." The corners of his lips seemed to rise slightly, as if to smile but then his robes were on fire and the fire rose up, swallowing up that beloved figure and Italy - tormented, desperate, frantic - parted his lips and let out a long, anguished scream.
"SACRO ROMANO IMPERIO!"