The day I met you, I was scared. You had frightened me, even if you didn't mean to. You were blond, with warm blue eyes; I couldn't help but find you handsome.

Then one day when I was hungry, you gave me food. That's when I started falling in love with you. It started off slowly, lonely afternoons thinking about you. Then I began to search for you, but as I had before, you ran away. Then one miraculous day you asked me to teach you to paint. I was so happy. You said you liked my drawing of a rabbit; I tried to help you with yours. When our hands touched your face turned bright red, then you ran away. My hazel eyes drooped.

You came to me asking to become part of the Holy Roman Empire with you. I begged you not to; I didn't want you to hurt, to get scarred, like my grandfather. I thought that you listened. Years later, you came to me saying goodbye, saying that you were off to war. As you spoke tears came to my eyes. Guilt made its way into your eyes, those blue eyes, the ones I had fallen in love with. I wanted to give you something, anything, so I gave you my panties. You took them, saying you accepted my feelings. My heart fluttered. You asked me what my people gave the ones they loved, I said a kiss. That's just what I received. As you turned to go I called, promising to bake treats for you.

I made treats every day. Waiting all day for you to come home, and when you didn't I gave them to Austria and Hungary. I knew that you would've wanted it that way, or at least that I eat them. I couldn't. This proses repeated. It repeated until I overheard Hungary and Austria. They were talking about you, about how you had died. The tray fell to the floor with a loud crash as I ran to my room.

Years later, I hid in a box of tomatoes. I heard a voice; it was aggressive, similar to yours. It also shared your accent. As the box got forcefully pulled open, I saw you. The same hair, the same face, the eyes, they were ice blue. The old warmth gone; only a harsh cold shell of them left. I became fearful, the likeliness of you and him where scary. He mentioned my grandpa. It gave me hope that perhaps he and you were one of the same. I thought that I was wrong, that's how it seemed. Then somehow we became allies, Along with others. We grew closer and I never wanted to leave his side. Not even in sleep. I would crawl into his bed. He would get angry but bear with it, just to keep me pleased.

One day I told him about you, how I loved you. He became confused. He asked me out to dinner. There I received roses and gifts. I thought he was you. Then I realised and became afraid, afraid to fall in love with him, to fall in love and to be declined.

I told my brother, he disapproved. But I still fell in love.

Then he became friends with Russia. I worried that he would leave me for him. Russia was cooler than me, stronger. But he reassured me.

Then he gave me flowers, again, and a ring, in the shape of a tomato. I started freaking out. And him, he seemed to be zoned out, having a flash back, when he recovered. He said one phrase.

"Italy, I remember.

I am Holy Rome…"

I looked at you, tears of joy in my eyes.

You remembered.

so yeah... FIRST FANFIC PUBLISHED

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Bye ... (BTW I'm Maria, or Marmite :3)

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