"… I know we will see each other again! I know we will! I know it!"
Those were the very last words that Italy said to Holy Roman Empire, and they became exceedingly heartbreaking with each and every passing day that went by.
He knew deep in his heart that Holy Rome would never return to him, especially after Big Brother France told Italy that his love was no more, killed in the battle that he threw himself into. He really knew it, but he just couldn't accept the fact that he would never see his first love again. To never see his face again. To never embrace him. To never kiss him again. To never even say those three now painful words.
No, instead, he would just force his brain to deny those terrible things and make him think that if he waited long enough Holy Rome would show up on his doorstep. That if he was patient enough, he would see a soft smile and hear those beautiful words:
"I'm home, Italy."
But that wasn't the case, and it would never be.