"Holy Rome! Don't leave me!" Her cry was pitiful, my heart felt the same way as she stared at me, teary-eyed. I looked deep into those almond orbs, my sadness choking me, but I refused to cry. I refused to let those feelings show. That's what I'd always been taught…
"Italy… Even when I am gone, you will forever be in my heart…" I wondered if those words would calm her down, stop the tears that were streaming down her smooth cheeks. The cheeks that I forever longed to kiss and hold. The two soldiers that stood by me, ready to take me away, away from her for Gott knows how long tapped their feet impatiently. I longed to stay with her forever, but I could not, and I knew it. The crushing reality hit hard, and we both realized that life was cruel.
I stepped forward, forcing a smile unto my cheeks, "Italia… My beautiful… When I see you again, we will have the most amazing time. I promise." I hated making promises I could not keep. What if I never saw her again? Even so, I would always remember her beautiful smile and that cute little green dress.
"We do not have all day." I wanted to slap the man that stood beside me, urging me away from my heart's desire impatiently.
"Holy Rome…" Italy's sobbing had not ceased, she looked to me, as if to ask if there was any possible way for me to stay. I shook my head. iNo…/i
"Please Holy Rome! Please!" I wrapped my small arms around her; it was the only thing I could think to do that would possibly comfort her.
"Remember me, Italia…"
"I will Holy Rome! I will!" My own eyes narrowed with sadness and tears broke free from where I tried so hard to keep them.
"And I will remember you." I whispered, letting tears flow freely from my eyes. I pressed my lips against hers for the last time. This was it… our final goodbye. We would never see each other again, and if we did, memories of who the other nation was would probably be forever erased. I had lied to her, to my true love… How could I?
"Goodbye, Italia… I love you."
"Holy Rome… Take this…" My heart skipped a beat as a small flower was placed in my hand. I fingered it's delicate pink petals. "Goodbye…"
It hurts to have to say goodbye to someone you love so much.
I kept the flower close as I was pulled away, this flower was all I had left of her… My beloved, little Italia…
"Bruder, what is that?" A Prussian teenager asked me as I stepped into my new home. I looked up at him then ran into his arms crying. He would understand… If anyone in this awful, gray world would understand, my brother would…
"Bruder… I have left her… I love her…"
"A flower? Mein Gott, bruder, surely your heart is not entangled with a flower…"
"Nein… My Italia."
He knew, he instantly understood. "I promise I will help you see her again soon, bruder."
Another promise left un-kept… though it was not his fault…