Sky
So bright, full of light
Full of life, full of hope
Full of happiness, full of warmth
Want to come home
To the sky so bright
To see Mr. Austria
To see Ms. Hungary
And to see beloved Italy.
But I couldn't.
I couldn't see the sky.
The one that reminds me of home.
Now I see red.
I feel coldness.
I feel despair.
I feel loneliness.
It wasn't supposed to happen.
So dear little Italy,
I'm sorry I couldn't come home.
But even until the red madness turns blue again.
I...will always love you.
Thus, the Holy Roman Empire was abolished by Napoleon's hands. You can hear the screams of the distressed nations as their little master fell on the grass, blood gushing out.
He didn't deserve this.
Italy didn't deserve this.
None of them did.
And thus, the war began.
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SOME HUNDRED YEARS LATER...
Sky
Nothing but a blue canvas with little white paint on it
No feelings radiating from it
No happiness
No warmth
No nothing
It was a sky
It can't feel
The only things it holds are the airplanes and the clouds
Who cares if it turned grey
Who cares if it became all black
In the end, it's just a sky
There's no specific feeling emitting from it
And yet for some reason, I do feel something
Feelings of wanting to go somewhere
Wanting to go back home
Wanting to see people whom I can't remember
Wanting to see someone whom, for some reason, I hold dearly into my heart
But I never knew of them
Why would I go home if I'm in my own country?
Why would I see people if I'm near their houses?
Why would I see that special person when I knew that I'm not in love with anyone?
Everything is blurry
I can't remember
But that isn't important
My country is more important
That's the only thing I care about
As long as they're safe
Then I don't need to go to this so-called "home"
Or so these those people
Or find the love of my life
I am contented with the way things are
Even so
My heart hurts
It feels like it's lonely
It's crying its heart out
It feels as if it remembers something that my mind doesn't
But what is it that I don't know?
Gott, tell me...
What am I supposed to remember?
Despite the stoic mask...Germany, up to this day, still could feel that pain.
And when he does, he cries all alone in a room next to the broom that, for some reason, he came to love.
Like his past, he couldn't remember where he got the broom. But the only thing he could see is a little girl with a green dress, smiling at him and uttering,
"Please come home."
Why must it hurt?
First part- HRE
Second part- Germany
Let me know if you want a sequel, ok? ^^
-Ultimate-Bear-sama