Prologue:
My selfishness. What do I really seek. Am I really important?
I hated it. My life. I can't change who I am no matter what I do.
My will is bound by something uncontrollable.
Even if I want change, it's not possible.
I can never be that person.
So Veneziano, I leave the rest to you.
Treat this country well.
A determined look spread across Romano's face. He wanted to show to England that he was sure about becoming human – becoming a mortal and living a life with a beginning and an end.
He was tired of being immortal. He hated it to begin with.
"Ready?" England said nonchalantly.
Romano looked at him and nodded.
He can't hesitate. It's for others' sake, he reminded himself.
He bid his thanks to England, to which the Englishman didn't return and instead concentrated on casting magic incantations.
As England's magic circle glowed, Romano slowly became transparent; his eyes slowly losing its shine; his eyelids slowly covering down the eyes, as if he was going into a deep slumber.
Before losing consciousness, his brother, Veneziano suddenly crossed his mind. His brother's smile is warm, like a sun shining bright on the sky, bringing happiness to people around him.
He'll never see him again.
He felt guilty for leaving his brother behind without a word. Well, he's with the potato bastard is what he thought. Even if I hate him, I do believe he can protect him. Spain is also there to care for him so everything should be fine.
Even if history were to be rewritten, he should be fine.
History is not going to change even if I don't exist.
He assured himself.
When the last of Romano's existence were erased, the magic circle stopped glowing. England closed the book he's holding and looked at the circle intensely, checking if the Italian is still there or not.
When he saw nothing, he turned his back and started walking away towards the door.
He had played with life yet again. This time it was with a personification.
Once he gets out of that door, history will rewrite itself.
A new story awaits him.
Will it be a tragedy again?
He gripped firmly the doorknob. Then he turned the doorknob and opened the door. Before closing, he took a last look on the magic circle. A frown swept across his face.
Hope it's not.
He closed the door.
