Another story, I'm surely on a role. I saw this comic of HRE and Romano that I just had to do a story about it, it was made by ~sora7 on DeviantArt. Check him/er out, their a really good artist. So shall we begin?

Chapter One: Haha, whoops?

Holy Roman Empire roamed through the forests of his territory, Italy, searching for his crush. He held a canvas, painted on it with a clumsy, delicate hand was a perfect rabbit. Holy Rome had practiced on many other canvases, but his attempts at making a rabbit like Italy had shown him was futile. She was just...so...perfect, everything she did was. The blonde hummed to himself in joy, thinking of different reactions that she would have.

"Dio mio! This is wonderful, Holy Rome! I'll gladly become an Empire with you!" That reaction filling his mind, yes, she would love it. He looked down at his painting and frowned at the messy whisker that caught his attention immediately. She hopefully wouldn't notice. The breeze came in, washing him in the calm that came. Maybe he would confess to her today, his pale blue eyes brightened at the thought, maybe he should.

"I miss you..." He hadn't seen Italy in a whole week, he had feverently asked Austria, but the older male repleid with a simple, "Italy went out." It wasn't like he didn't but where exactly was she? He sighed and looked ahead, scanning the meadows untill he caught sight of a familiar figure. The person wore a green dress, white apron and handkerchief, with a recognizable hair curl. He smiled, there she was! He breathed in a shakily, preparing himself to display his masterpiece and confession. Holy Rome strode over behind Italy, smiling warmly down at her, she seemed to be admiring a tomato. How weird.

"Italy...I...I love you, I love you so much and I want to spend an eternity with you. I love the way you sing, dance, clean, so full of joy doing so...always thinking positively...and being patient with me in our drawing lessons. I made you a painting, Italy...i-it-it's a rabbit. I practiced so it can be beautiful like yours." The curl bounced ontop of the Italian's head. He blushed, he finally did it, he finally confessed his feelings to his love. Italy turned slowly, only to reveal someone different, someone with darker hair and emerald eyes. She blinked back tears in confusion before narrowing her emerald eyes in anger.

"What the hell do you want, dammit!"

Romano had almost been taken away by France once again, the blonde nation had come so dangerously close to achieving him but Spain had beat the living out of him. Today the Italian had been assigned chores again, making a meal, cleaning the storage room, Spain's room, dusting the book shelves, washing the dishes and washing the clothing. He had at least made the pizza and cleaned his boss' room correctly, but while cleaning the storage room he was almost impaled by Spain's axe that fell while moving over some boxes, as he'd been dusting the bookshelves; Romano had almost been crushed when he'd bumped it back.

The southern italian had been washing the dishes when his annoying companion, Da Vin the squirrel, had been dashing around the kitchen (when the hell had the little bastard been allowed in?) and pestering the poor boy. Da Vin went ignored as he completed his tasks, but Da Vin didn't like that, so it sped towards the dishes, sending half of them to the floor. Da Vin had also tried to get his attention while doing the landuary but was yelled at, so it scared Romano while the brunette had been washing Spain's favorite shirt causing him to fall into the river.

"Stupid tomato bastard..." The Spaniard was not happy with any of this, well expect for the food and his room. The personification had sent Romano out of the house as punishment while he set to cleaning the boy's mess. Romano had grabbed his things and had made way to visit his younger brother, Veneciano, to spend time with him. He hadn't bothered to tell his boss, the tomato idiot would find out himself from France, who kept tabs on him with Pierre*. Along the way, he'd bought some ripe tomatoes from one of his people when he decided to relax in the meadows. His meadows were beautiful, he had to say, his people took care not to ruin it.

Romano continued to sulk, holding a ripe tomato before taking a huge big out of it. Its sweet and sour juice invading his taste buds, he squealed in pleasure of the flavor but stopped himself, no that was not like him to do so, only his stupid younger brother did. The Italian continued to eat his fruit till he was down by his last one, he stared at it intently. This was always heart breaking, knowing that you were going to eat that last tomato (AN: lo siento~). Romano's eyes teared up, thinking of the way Spain had shouted at him and looked at him with disappointment, he was too deep in thought to hear someone talking behind him. No, he wasn't going to cry because of the tomato bastard.

Don't. Cry. Dammit.

"-so it can be beautiful like yours." He blinked back tears, raising an eyebrow. Who was that? He turned and saw a blonde German boy behind him. Oh, it was that stupid Holy Rome that Veneciano talked about. He narrowed his eyes in anger remembering the time he bullied him and his older brother with France.

"What the hell do you want, dammit!" The German nation's pale blue eyes widened in surprise.

*How do like them, tomatoes? *shot* I actually feel like weeping when I know that I ran out of tomatos or chile sauce (cuz I ate them ALL .~.).

How did you like it sora7? Btw, I believe-no I know Germany is HRE. I know it. *serious face*

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