"Weak"
I'm not.
"Your foundation was weak to begin with. You'd never survive long."
But I love her.
"Heh, your look says it all. 'I love her'. Don't make me laugh. You're a nation, Holy Roman Empire. Remember what you stand for, what your duties are."
I don't care. I love her. You'll never understand.
"I can see your anger. You think I don't know how you feel? I've suffered like you. I wanted to save her. But we don't have the luxury of 'free will'. We act according to our citizens, even if our own feelings reject it."
Still, I love her. Our love for each other makes us strong.
"So don't give me that crap, we are nations. 'Love' will only make you lose sight of your purpose."
I can see clearly. I live for her and only her. That's why I know that we'll meet again. Somehow. I'd throw away everything just to see her smiling face.
"Crying? 'Love' is foolish, non? If you think you're strong because of 'love', then why are you sprawled out like this? Why are you torn and bloodied?"
I'd do anything to be with her. So stop. Stop. Just stop, please.
"Nations fade out of existence, becoming part of the history of the new ones born of their ashes."
I'm tired.
"It's about time you became someone's history."
Let me sleep.
"Au revoir, Holy Roman Empire. I wish I could save you, wish we didn't have to part like this. And I'm sorry this is the face you see before disappearing."
I'm not going to fade away, I'm going to sleep. And when I wake up, I'll see Italy's face, and we can live together again.
Forever.
"S-sir! W-we found the body of a child!"
The man was addressing to the official ontop of a snowy white horse. The man cringed when the tired glare of his superior fell on him. His eyes were an unsettling shade of crimson, they were full of life, yet he seemed to be like a spectator watching over all of them.
"Mein Gott, officer, we've been traveling through these war grounds for days. A kid's body in the wreckage isn't that surprising."
"But sir, the boy is alive. And with his wounds, he shouldn't be."
The official hopped off his horse. He handed his hat to a nearby general. His platinum blonde hair shone in the afternoon sun.
"Show me the jungen."
He led the way, careful not to step on a body. The official pointed to a black cloth covering the body of a six year old.
The albino ran over to the boy, recognizing the glassy blue eyes and the bloodstained cloak.
"Heiliges Römisches Reich, nice to see you after your war."
The blonde turned to face his brother.
"...Nein?"
Heavy breathing was his only reply.
"Kesese! Well, being an awesome älteren bruder, I can't let Familiedie."
The icy blue eyes tried searching for something, almost desperately.
He motions to the officer who led him here.
"Take the boy and give him medical attention."
"Sir, may I ask what happened?"
"It's the birth of something new."
A/N
Happy Thanksgiving guys!