There he was lying, bearly alive, clinging to little hope. Prussia walked towards the young boy and took off this large favorite black hat and replacing it with and iorn cross. "Goodbye Holy Roman Empire. Hello Germany."
Hungary and Austria walked into the sunroom to find Italy sitting at the window again, holding on to the promis Holy Rome said though it had been two years. Italy had grown older and with everyday passing more and more doughtful.
"Italy," Austria said emotionless, startling the young boy, "... I have some news for you."
"Is it about Holy Rome? Is he allright?" Italy said, voice filled with worry.
"I'm s-sorry Italy..." Hungary walked out from behind Austria clearly trying not to cry, "H-h... Holy Rome is dead."
"No! He promised! He.. he.."
Italy flung himself into Hungary's arms muttering the same phrase over and over while he wept along with her.
Ok yes it is very short but it's my first fanfic and I was rushing to get it done and now my mom wants ,e to delete it and bananas. Please don't kill me too hard...