Rome was smiling.
Because he was happy
He couldn't remember how many years it had passed
When the last time he saw his little grandson.
But he was anxious too
Just like a parent who was going to meet a long lost child.
Was he still full of smile
Innocent and adorable
Full of love
Liked to be hugged and kissed
Loved art
Still his same cute grandson ?
But he wouldn't find out
If he just stay there.
Still smiling,
Rome took his leave
Firm, mighty, and with a smile.
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It hurt.
Italy sniffed
Tears trickled down his face,
Burned the graze on his left cheek,
Left unbandaged.
The ruined city behind him emanated heat
Heating his bandaged neck
Filling his lungs with smoke.
But it was okay
Germany was here
Italy was scared
But it didn't matter
Germany was with him.
One muscular arm around his shoulder
Warm
Firm
Protective
Pulling out a bottle of alcohol and a clean cloth
Started to treat the wound on his cheek
Wiped away his tears
Put a bandage on it
Securing it from infection.
And Italy wasn't sad
He was scared
They were losing
But as long as
Germany was with him,
He would heal
He didn't need anything else.
Can you find Romano in here?